The sound was all too familiar to us, the sound of a grenade pulling a ring, and the devil and I suddenly turned our heads to look at the position, the muzzle of the gun in our hands followed closely, but it was okay not to look, and this time we turned our heads and saw a flashbang explode in front of us.

Suddenly, there was a snow-white in front of him, and he couldn't see anything like a blind man, and his eyes were extremely dazzling with white light, and he couldn't even break free.

The devil didn't care about his eyes, and pulled the trigger on the position just now, one was to block the enemy, and the other was to fire the alarm, but before the trigger could be pulled, he was kicked away, and then there was a soft pop, which was the sound of a knife cutting into the bone.

I fell from the tree, and knowing that the enemy was in front of me, I rolled into the grass next to me, rubbing my eyes vigorously with both hands, hoping to regain some vision, but it was still white in front of me.

I'm not going to be blind! A terrible thought crossed my mind, and before I could think about it, I was grabbed by a strong arm in the neck, an action all too familiar, and we all did it when we touched the whistle, and I didn't have to think about it, and soon a saber would pierce me in the heart.

Ignoring the sharp pain in my eyes, my legs slammed to the ground, my body slammed backwards, and then my right leg was raised high and kicked the back of my head.

The enemy had no choice but to use his other hand to hold the knife against my right foot, but this was only a ploy to prevent the saber from falling, and I quickly drew my pistol and shot it at the arm that was holding my neck.

The sound of gunfire was particularly harsh in the silent night, and the enemy's plan to touch the whistle was also declared bankrupt in the sound of my gunfire, which also meant that he had pushed himself into a corner, because the enemy's intentions had been exposed, and he would use the gun to deal with me, a blind man.

He let go of his hand when I pierced his arm with the gun, and I was now aimless, and with the gun in my hand, my eyes were white, and I was surrounded by great fear, and I was abandoned like a helpless child in a desolate field.

I finally realized how terrible it was to be blind on the battlefield, and how helpless it was to be slaughtered.

I didn't give up, I didn't move, I just closed my eyes since I couldn't see, but at this time I suddenly heard the devil's scream, his voice was like a hammer hitting my heart, and a terrible thought came out, devil, hang?

Just as I was stunned, my wrist was grabbed, and then I twisted it so hard that the pistol fell to the ground, and then a heavy punch slammed into my head, and then I felt a chill in my neck, and the cold blade was attached to my throat.

At that time, there was only one thought in my head, I was going to be wiped on my neck, but then another voice shouted in my head, I can't die, I still have a chance, I want to live.

Thinking of this, the moment the blade was attached to my neck, I raised my right hand and grabbed the back of the knife, and the threat of death made me burst with unprecedented strength, grabbing the back of the knife and pulling it out, trying to get the blade out of my neck.

The enemy's strength is also strong, but he is not smart enough, and at this time, he chose to fight me, and seeing that the blade was leaving my skin little by little, I took this opportunity to put my fingers in and hold the blade tightly, isolating my neck from the blade.

Although I wore a leather glove, the blade was extremely sharp, and the enemy wanted to withdraw the saber when he failed to cut his throat, and if I let go at this time, all five fingers would be cut off, and once I let go, I would lose my target, and the feeling of not being able to touch the enemy was terrible.

I could only hold on to the blade of the knife, and the enemy pumped twice and saw that he couldn't pull it back, suddenly changed direction and stabbed forward, I was caught off guard, and the tip of the knife stabbed deep into the right shoulder.

"You go to die!" The enemy let out a low roar, and we were so close that I could even smell the smoke coming out of his mouth.

With a low roar, the enemy thrust me back a few steps until I hit a tree trunk with a muffled thud and slammed my shoulder into the tree, sending the tip of the knife an inch deeper.

The pain spread like electricity all over my body, blood ran down my shoulders and fingers, and my entire left arm could not exert any strength to lift it, and I could only rely on my right hand to hold the blade to prevent the saber from piercing my shoulder.

But how could the strength of one hand withstand the other's two hands, I screamed and clearly felt the saber pierce the shoulder little by little, and finally nail me to the trunk of the tree.

I gasped violently, my entire left arm was almost useless, I couldn't move at all, half of my body was nailed to the tree, and at this moment a vague shadow appeared in front of my eyes, but I still couldn't see anything clearly, not even the appearance of the enemy.

The enemy held the hilt of the knife so hard that I couldn't move, and then pressed it to my face and said grimly, "You can die!" ”

I could feel him pull out his gun, and I finally understood why I didn't use it just now, but chose to shoot mine, because his gun was not loaded, and the loading would make a sound, and he was standing in front of me, and it took me long enough to spot and kill him.

This guy seems to know me very well and knows that I am a master of playing with guns, so he doesn't dare to take risks, and now that I can't move and the gun has been knocked out, he can kill me as much as he wants.

But I'm not one to stand still, I have to fight back when I have the chance, I have to fight back when I don't have the opportunity to create the opportunity, and the moment he got close to me, I suddenly raised my knee and slammed it into his crotch, and then there was a terrible howl.

This is the last blow I felt by feeling, I have hope of life when I kick the right place, I can't kick me to die without a place to be buried, God forbid, I heard a "snap", the sound of broken eggs.

The guy fell to the ground with a wail, and I took the opportunity to raise my right hand and grasp the hilt of the sword, and with a roar of rage, the saber was drawn out of the trunk of the tree, and blood gushed out down the blood trough, and I didn't care about this, and flew down the enemy with the sound of the howl.

His whole body convulsed in pain, and I didn't even have the strength to load the pistol, so I rode on top of him, pressed his arm with my knee, raised my right hand holding the knife, and stabbed him everywhere in the body.

I don't know how many stabs I stabbed, but the enemy below was long gone, and I was still wielding my saber like crazy, and I stabbed the upper part of his chest upwards, and the splatters of flesh and blood sprayed all over my face.

But I still didn't stop, shouting: "Kill, kill, kill......" and stabbed down one knife after another until I was exhausted and fainted on top of a pile of minced meat.

The last trace of consciousness before passing out made me turn my head to look in the direction of the devil, and I didn't even notice that my eyes had regained vision, I only saw a black figure lying on the ground, I don't know if it was the devil, my good brother.