As soon as the gunfire stopped, the enemy soldiers shouted and rushed from the left, front and right to check the results of the battle.

Quickly half-crouched forward in the grass and threw seven grenades as fast as he could.

There were two that he grabbed with one hand and threw them together. The handleless grenade exploded in a series of ten to twenty meters in front of him, and he lay on the ground tightly, not daring to look up at all.

In the midst of the serial explosions, there was a series of screams of falling to the ground.

Gunsmoke and blood mist poured towards him, and something fell on the helmet, he reached out and touched it, touched the soft one, took it down and saw that it was a piece of minced meat, and quickly threw it aside.

At this time, there were still unkilled enemies, coming from his upper right, and the bullets from the rifle kept hitting him less than a foot away.

Apparently the grass was thick, the sight was not good, and the enemy's fire was blind.

There is only this one left, and it is very reassuring to move forward. He had already switched to a rifle in his hand, facing the direction of the gunfire in the grass, ready to fight back with fierce fire.

But only two bullets were fired, and the warehouse was empty again! He quickly reached into his trouser pocket and felt for the magazine, which was only a grenade.

It was too late, he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and threw it out as soon as he raised his hand.

But he threw it too far, and in a moment the enemy was already rushing out of the grass in front of him.

The guy was covered in blood, shaking his head violently and blinking his eyes. It turned out that the blood and water confused his eyes, and at this time he went crazy and desperately came.

There must have been a bayonet on the forward rifle, but he didn't have time to stab it in his hand.

In a hurry, he squatted with his bare hands, squatted suddenly, jumped up and slammed into the man, grabbed him by the waist and pushed him back.

This guy was also in a hurry, skimmed the gun, bent down and hugged him with both hands, and also clamped his waist tightly, trying to turn him upside down and fall.

At this moment, the grenade he threw exploded, and the flames flashed and the fragments scattered. Smoke rose in a flickering fire, and the two of them were desperately tight, and no one cared.

Although the guy who was holding forward had a head injury, it did not affect the stability of his lower plate in the slightest. Pushing forward, he struggled to feed, and the dragonfly shook the pillar, but he could not push him to take a step back.

But it wasn't easy for that guy to stand him upside down.

Both of them confessed to death, and they had to go to the first thought, so they froze.

Forward, his face flushed, and the interplay of forces reached a balance, and they did not move in the grass like that.

Gradually, the stalemate changed, and the feet slowly lifted off the ground as they moved forward, and were lifted up little by little by the enemy.

That's not a problem!

Forward, the right side of his head and face was now close to the enemy's right waist, his eyes were staring at the ground, he should have seen the fighting dagger tied to the enemy's right calf, but maybe he saw it, but he didn't react.

Now that he can't defeat him, he can't help but panic, and his original tactics immediately changed, only to see his left hand holding the enemy's waist loosen and stretch down.

At this very moment, he was lifted up with his ass facing the sky.

Struggling forward, his feet flicking in the air.

The enemy took two steps forward without any purpose, and only took two steps, and forward, holding the dagger in his left hand, stabbed him from behind at the crook of his knee, and then jerked it out.

The enemy soldier screamed "ahhh

The right leg dragged diagonally, apparently useless, and was stabbed with his own dagger.

Here he landed on the ground first, and his head hit the grass with a "bang", and he grinned in pain with an "ouch". He scrambled to his feet, his dagger in his right hand, and stabbed the enemy again.

The enemy couldn't avoid it, and the moment the dagger entered his chest and abdomen, he only saw him hunched back, and grabbed his hand with both hands, trying to reduce the force of the stab.

Push forward and push the enemy backwards with force.

A stab, a push, a stab, a push.

Seeing the painful expressions on the faces of the enemy soldiers and the death light in their eyes getting stronger and stronger, he was frightened to move forward, and pulled out with all his strength and took two steps back.

The enemy clutched his chest in great pain, slowly moved one foot into the grass behind him, and slowly withered and fell.

Looking at all this in front of him, he also became extremely frightened and dumbfounded.

Suddenly he yelled, turned to the ground, and with a gun in hand, approached him and shot wildly, giving him a good time.

It was all over, and amid the rumbling of artillery in the distance, the forward slumped on the ground. After a moment of respite, he realized that he was not holding his own gun, so he threw it away and got up to find his weapon.

After quickly picking up some of the ammunition in the magazine, he continued to search the forest.

The corpses of the enemy soldiers were all found, four in all, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Next to one was a slender, openwork sniper rifle that looked the same as the one he had been issued before.

He picked it up and looked at it, and it was fine, not damaged at all.

This is an authentic product, aiming with a telescope, strong firepower, shooting far, and high accuracy.

He slung the rifle over his shoulder, took the sniper rifle in his hand, and examined it quickly and carefully.

There was really no damage, and the magazine was full.

I tried to look at the top of the hill opposite, and I was able to zoom in from a distance, and I could see clearly the rags hanging from the stump of the blown tree.

That's a good thing indeed! It's better than the imitation before me, for sure.

With this weapon again, it is much better to observe from a distance, and he can shoot from a distance of kilometers, and he is very happy.

By this time he had groped his way through the mountain bay, he had crossed a ridge. He remembered that the general direction was to go to the high ground on the left to join the battle, so he should have been going up diagonally.

At this time, the gunfire was still loud in that direction, and it did not fall silent. It's been so long, and it seems that both sides are fighting tenaciously.

After about half an hour of walking in the dense forest, this side of the slope was very steep, but no more enemies were encountered.

As he walked, he suddenly spotted a path that led zigzag to a high ground.

When he stepped up to catch up, he realized that it was still very low, and it was obviously not the place he had just decided to go.

There is no fighting here, and the flames of war are raging on the higher mountains.

He judged it and looked for an observation point.

There was no one around, but there were obvious signs of a fierce battle on this high ground, and there were craters, corpses, stumps, and broken guns everywhere as far as the eye could see......

It is estimated that after the friendly and neighboring troops conquered it in one go, they did not have time to consolidate the surface positions and clear the tunnels, so they hurriedly advanced again.

In this case, he judged that the enemy must still have left. Anyway, now that you're here, you'll expand your success.

After a short rest, he stood up, intending to leave the position.