"Bang!"

The sound of sniper rifle shooting was strange in the valley.

After firing this shot, he didn't have time to take a closer look at the sniper effect, so he immediately put away his gun and turned around and retreated. You don't have to look closely, any bullet that goes through the brain will result in the same thing.

As soon as the high-level dual-purpose machine gun stopped firing, the scout trapped in the valley threw smoke grenades, and then quickly retreated with all his might.

The enemies hiding on the hills on both sides discovered the movement, and before they had time to wait for reinforcements, they all took advantage of the smoke bombs to rush down with strange screams. Once again, the lines of fire intertwined, and bullets rained down on the valley.

Climbed over a mountain, and in front of it there was a river.

In the telescope, there is a clump of scattered grass on the opposite bank of the river, which looks like it is lying down. There was an enemy corpse, red blood still dripping from underneath it, and it was drowning into the river with the rain.

There were also several corpses in the grass in the river, floating on the surface of the water, hiding among the aquatic weeds. There was a plantain forest by the river, and the fog had lifted, but it was raining lightly. Everyone has long been soaked with dew on the blades of grass, and now it is important to evacuate, and there is no way to control so much.

There must have been a fierce battle there. They must hurry up and keep up, otherwise the distance is too far and it is easy to get lost.

In the evening, thick smoke billowed and the light of the skyrocketing fire shone on the earth that was about to be darkened. In the trembling of the ground, everyone moved like the wind and ran wildly with all their might! There are too many enemies, and you can't run away. Now that the goal has been achieved, it is now the first priority to evacuate the battlefield of life and death.

Enemies everywhere, enemies in ambush. Everywhere there was gunsmoke, gunpowder smoke from explosions.

The fire was blazing, and the smoke was choking.

More than 100 officers and men were almost huddled together, running one foot higher and one foot lower by instinct. No one stopped behind, unless they were hit by shrapnel and fell.

In the wild run, the trembling earth, strong shock waves and rolling heat waves are around. By virtue of inertia, everyone turned left and right in the smoke of the fire, and instinctively avoided danger flexibly.

All the tactical movements unconsciously reached unprecedented perfection, it was a combination of force and speed, and the touch was in the smoke and fire.

Speed, speed! Without super physical strength and speed, there is no guarantee of life! The only option at the moment seems to be to race against the bullets at the limits of human strength.

Every now and then a bullet passes by, and every now and then a shell explodes. Run, run, run, and follow the bloody path blasted by the artillerymen with long-range ammunition, everyone has pushed the art of running to the limit. In the light of the fire and the smoke of gunpowder, only countless figures flickered and jumped......

The enemy reacted too quickly, mobilized quite powerful combat troops and a large number of public security officers and militiamen, and laid layers of nets in an effort to free the captives.

Fortunately, they were concerned about the safety of the prisoners, and their pursuit artillery fire did not dare to look too long. In such a favorable situation, with the help of artillery, the evacuation of everyone was progressing quickly. But the cost was considerable, and there were many casualties.

There is a cruel reality in front of us, physical overdraft.

But the speed must be maintained, not a single inch slower. In the wild running, everyone's dirty faces couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain, and smoke and mud, only the eyeballs were still their true colors, turning in the bones.

When I arrived at a place, the artillery fire around me was so strong that I couldn't tell which one was which. The sight is not good, and the air is almost full of gunsmoke and dust, which makes people suffocating.

Moving forward, in the blurred light, I felt like I was jumping through craters. There are too many people around me, and I can't see who is who.

As he kept running like this, many people around him seemed to have fallen, and he didn't notice if they got up again. At one point he thought about trying to stop and look, but the men behind him caught up and knocked him to the ground.

That time, he got up and was pushed again, and he staggered several steps after him, almost rolling into a crater, trampling to death by the people behind him.

Run! Run! Run! It's the best run to win the biggest prize, and everyone doesn't hesitate to put their last bit of energy into it.

Don't think about it, run fast, you can have life, and what could be more tempting to motivate everyone?

Everyone was drenched in sweat and thirsty, and they had not been able to rest for days as they walked from valley to valley and woodland. It is not easy to survive in the gap between the enemy.

It felt too tired to move forward, and in the thick smoke and dim light, he unconsciously relied on this survival instinct to follow everyone and not fall behind.

Although such a vigorous movement could not breathe in the thick smoke of gunpowder, everyone burst out with great potential, and got up after falling, and got up again after falling, and kept running wildly following the passage line made by the artillery in front.

There is no one who has not fallen, and no one has taken care of the pain in his body.

He knew that everyone was also enduring the limits of their physical strength, and in the extreme tension, no one felt the slightest relief. With guns in hand, everyone flew wildly, but the momentum at the end of the strong crossbow was as straight as a hungry tiger out of the cage pounced on the lamb. This is a last resort, and everyone is almost tired and vomiting blood.

But the point of life and death bullets shot by the artillery in front of him was constantly shrinking back, leading everyone to go, and they had to follow it, so as not to be chased and shot by the enemy behind them.

It was getting dark, and enemy bullets rained down from the mountains on both sides. I can't see the people around me, and I am no longer distracted by the people who have fallen, hesitating to save them, but I am running with everyone.

"Hurry, hurry! Come on! "The commander and some fighters with relatively good physical strength shouted loudly over and over again.

It's really a race against bullets, everyone wants to be faster than bullets, save a second or two of luck when the bullets fly over their side and head, and then use the courage brought by this second or two of luck to continue to run wildly for the next second.

"Run! Hurry, hurry! ”

"Don't stop, go ahead!"

Run! Only by running with all your strength and maximum energy is the only way to live, and the only way to live. However, it is almost impossible to run anymore! The wound on his face, burned by the flames of the grenade explosion, was painful during the vigorous movement, causing dizziness.

But the only way to survive was ahead, and in the billowing smoke not far ahead, he had to follow. But gradually he fell behind a little. His weight is greater than that of the average person, and at this time it is like a mountain pressing down, and he is out of breath.

Where is this? Death hell! In the midst of the heavy encirclement of the enemy, the only way to follow everyone and follow the artillerymen is to make a square passage.