Xiao Gao was on a riding ridge, and the offensive battle on a high ground two miles ahead was still raging, with smoke and fire rising from time to time. If you want to go to war, you have to go to the high ground below, and of course you can go down this side of the ridge to avoid that high ground.

But he didn't want to do that, he knew that there were still enemy skirmishers on that high ground, and they were all fighting the enemy anyway, everywhere, and he had no intention of going over there.

He began to take a detailed look at the terrain a little below, and the entire highland below was in full view, not as incomplete as he had just been.

It can only be said that it was really a mess after the artillery attack, and the strange thing is that the grass house did not burn and did not collapse.

The first trench in front of the grass house was about two hundred meters away, which was not far away.

He was convinced that there was an enemy hidden in the circular trench.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you must touch it. He remembered that it was a pity that the machine gun had been blown up, and this position could not be used by him now, after all, there were few men, and the enemy on all sides could not be greeted, otherwise, he could boldly lead the enemy here to destroy it.

He couldn't stay here for long, for he was afraid that if the enemy found out and hit him with bazookas or other small infantry cannons, he would die without a place to be buried.

After observing it for a while, picking up some ammunition, he quickly left.

After getting out of the machine-gun position, he went directly from the cavalry ridge towards the first line of trenches.

The grass and shrubs are too dense to be observed.

In the middle of the guard, something suddenly swished under the helmet on his forehead. This startled him, and he froze for a moment, and when he realized that he might have encountered a sniper, he quickly lay down and hid in the grass, not daring to move.

The sound of gunfire came from the right side of the Riding Line Ridge, four or five hundred meters away from the valley space. He was trying to look up in the direction where the bullets were coming from to find the enemy's hiding place, when suddenly there was a sound of rustling blades of grass and the sound of running footsteps on the left.

As expected, there was still an enemy hiding in the front position.

At this time, he didn't care about competing with the sniper, and hurriedly pointed his gun at the person who came. But his vision was not good, he could not see anything, and he did not dare to stand up, so he could only wait for the enemy to approach before fighting.

"Nomatsu empty leaves! Come out and surrender quickly! Otherwise, your head will be cut off and hung on a branch! The shouting voice in front was vicious, and the footsteps of running stopped.

Forward hides on this side and waits quietly.

The enemy in front shouted again: "Listen! You have invaded our territory, and we treat our captives well! Raise your hands in surrender and raise your gun, or I'll kill you—"

It seems that he has met the enemy's tough secret agents, and these people can speak fluent Chinese. Just now, I almost regarded them as my own people, and it seemed that I had to fight harder.

Moving forward, he saw that the ridge in front of him was higher, and he tried to climb twice.

Suddenly, another shot rang out from the other side of the valley, and the bullet passed through the mud on the ridge on his right, grazed his steel helmet, and almost entered his temple.

He immediately retracted into place, lying motionless on his stomach, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Damn snipers! He was firmly targeted. This guy is so powerful! Snipers kill people from a distance of kilometers, and they don't need to be as dangerous as melee combat at all.

He suddenly remembered that he also had a sniper rifle, although he had only learned to use it before the battle, and now that he was forced to a life-and-death situation, there was no reason not to fight hard.

I'm going to have to kill that guy later, he secretly decided. Just how do you kill the agents who come over and try to kill him before you can fight that sniper?

At this time, he couldn't find more favorable cover, so he decided to play dead and ambush him.

There is only one way to solve it at one time, and when the time comes, start a little more ruthlessly and let it go. But the agent wasn't stupid, he didn't come over again, and he didn't know where to hide.

He was waiting, when suddenly a fragmentation grenade flew through the grass and threw it at where he was lying down, landing at his feet in the blink of an eye, and seemed to touch his right calf.

"It's over!" He exclaimed.

In an instant, the explosion of the grenade shook the earth, and I felt that my feet were raised violently, as if I didn't belong to me. Instinctively, he touched his calf below the knee with his left hand, as if he had lost consciousness completely.

Subconsciously, he knew that his feet were gone, and when he looked back, he saw nothing in the smoke.

At this time, gunpowder smoke poured into his mouth, and he couldn't stop coughing violently twice.

At the moment of the great enemy, he did not lose the will to fight, but immediately pushed the gun out. Then he immediately reached out with his left hand to grasp the handguard part of the gun, followed by his right hand and stepped back to the small grip, completing the preparation for shooting.

You must fight to the end, and you must pay close attention to a few pads when you are dying!

Lying on the ground like this, he heard the sound of footsteps running towards him quite chaotic, and for a moment he was not sure if it was the enemy really coming, maybe it was an auditory hallucination in his ears after the explosion.

He hesitated and didn't shoot, looking over the ground with his eyes open. The agents who rushed over had just heard his miserable screams of despair, and they were full of joy, and they were very fast.

Through the rising smoke, he first noticed the black trousers moving rapidly in the grass in front of him, and then he raised the muzzle of his gun without hesitation and fired a long shot at the top of the feet.

The muzzle of the automatic rifle pulsed and fired nearly ten rounds, and the guy fell to the ground in an instant.

Lying on the ground forward, I could see it clearly, and my heart was full of happiness for a moment.

The guy shot a shot at the ground to the right side of the ground as he fell, and it was a good thing that someone on his right seemed to hit him, and the whole person was screaming and jumping twice.

This gave him an excellent target and opportunity to shoot forward, and he immediately turned his gun and swept it away.

He discharged all the bullets in the magazine, and he distinctly heard the short, violent coughing of someone being hit in the head and throat, and the sound of someone falling in the grass immediately after.

After changing the magazine, he moved forward and swept forward again.

After firing this magazine, he waited nervously for a while. He didn't breathe until he couldn't hear any movement in the grass ahead.

He knew what he should do now was to bandage the broken leg sooner and before the pain started. He thought of the first aid kit, and when he touched his body, he didn't, and only found a few self-contained strapping wires from his pocket to stop the bleeding. He remembered that the first aid kits were all carried by the company clerks.

"My legs!" In desperation, he glanced back to his left.

Now in the smoke of gunpowder, he can see clearly, the leg is still there, in the grass, he must be that the leg is still there, the leggings are tight, and the shoes are fine, not at all like being injured and broken.

How could there be such a thing? He was so surprised that his heart jumped out of his chest.

But then it was completely cold again, and the left leg was fine, so the right leg must be in trouble! Now we must stop the bleeding first, which is the most important thing in self-help.