People climb high and water flows low, this is a very natural law, so some people choose to stand on the side of the nobles, whether it is the general, or I didn't care too much at the time, but their later behavior impressed us, after the nobles surrendered, many soldiers who stayed behind would rather choose death than surrender to the imperial army......

—The Autobiography of Terry, Vol. 18

The sky was getting darker, but the snowflakes hadn't fallen yet.

Because there has been no snow for the past two days, the previous snow has decreased some of the thickness, and the speed of the skis has dropped a lot on this thin snow.

At this time, Terry was very anxious, although he was not far from Mingguang Castle now, but since just now, Terry had faintly heard a lot of gunshots, although the intensity of the battle was not very large, but this made Terry even more worried, because it meant that the battle had entered the end.

"Lieutenant Sean, don't let anything happen to you."

Thinking of the shot that hit him in the back, and then thinking of the precise bullets that suddenly shot from all directions when those communications soldiers were ambushed, Terry, who was anxiously on the way, became more and more uncertain about Sean and their plans.

Looking at the area of scheduled engagement that was getting closer and closer, Terry's mind kept appearing with nightmares of Sean and the others being overwhelmed by the accurate bullets.

The gunfire became louder and louder, and although Terry was anxious, he had to slow down, because the sound of gunfire that was close at hand foreshadowed an imminent encounter with the enemy, and Terry had to prepare for battle in advance.

"Huh"

A lucky stray bullet crossed many distances and obstacles, and it didn't fall from the sky until it was exhausted, and it burrowed into the snow not far from Terry with a "poof".

The appearance of this stray bullet means that the two warring sides are less than a kilometer away from themselves, and because of the gunpowder, the ultimate range of the Miller rifle is about a thousand meters.

Terry stopped sliding, leaned behind a large tree, tucked away his skateboard, and swapped into an AK47 rifle at maximum speed.

Although the MP5 submachine gun is more suitable for such a jungle environment, at this moment, Terry is just a person, although the MP5 has a fast rate of fire, but it cannot form a suppressive firepower when encountering a large group of enemies, and the power of the pistol bullet is also on the small side, ordinary bushes can become enemy cover.

Terry knew that his most important task now was to rescue the surviving soldiers of the Revolutionary Army, and in such a situation, encountering a large number of enemies was almost inevitable.

Although the AK47 rifle is much less accurate than the bullet drum, it can form a dense rain of bullets to quickly suppress the enemy, and it can increase the chance of escape.

Terry was right, and soon he was confronted with the scenario he had envisioned.

"Huh... Shout... Shout... Phew..."

"Poof... Burst... Burst... Poof..."

The 7.9mm bullets pierced through the dense forest, hitting huge tree trunks continuously, and for a moment, sawdust flew sideways and broken branches rolled in the dense forest.

A group of ragged soldiers bent over and fled desperately between the giant trees of the forest.

Behind them, there are a lot of figures in pursuit, whether it is the pursuer or the escape, they all stop from time to time to aim and shoot, but after all, one side is pursuing, the other side is fleeing, and the initiative is in the hands of the pursuer.

What's worse is that the marksmanship of the pursuers behind is very accurate, and many fleeing soldiers because they shoot to obstruct the pursuers, and the figure that stops quickly becomes the target of the other party, often the soldiers in front of him just stop their figures, and before they can shoot, the accurate bullets have already found him.

"Major Katlov, it's not a way to go on like this, the enemy's marksmanship is too accurate."

An officer of the Revolutionary Army with the rank of captain bent over and quickly ran to a major, didn't care about wiping the sweat from his forehead, and asked anxiously.

"What else can I do, run away, if you can escape one out, even if you die, it's better than being the kind of cheap bone who surrenders."

The major, who was leaning against the tree, quickly glanced back before retracting his head, spat his saliva fiercely, inserted the depleted pistol back into the holster, flew forward, and then took a few steps to the back of another large tree.

The Major said so, and the captain could only reluctantly get up and prepare to continue running, but his movements were not as experienced as Major Katlov's, and he had just taken two steps forward, and a bullet that had crossed countless gaps in the trees hit him with precision in the ass.

The force of the bullet caused the captain to stumble and fall directly into the snow on the side.

Although the bullet did not hit the captain's vital point, at this distance, the huge stopping force of the 7.9 mm round-tipped bullet made it impossible for the captain who fell to the ground to shake at all.

"Medic! Where are the medics? ”

At this moment, a soldier who ran past him found the commander lying in a pool of blood, and quickly stopped and habitually shouted to the medic while trying to help the captain who could not move.

"Poof!"

However, as soon as he stopped, and before he could get close to the captain, a vicious bullet pierced him, and a mist of blood burst out, and the bullet tore through his beating heart before continuing to tear open the soft lobes of his lungs, flying out of his chest with a large amount of blood.

The young soldier's mouth opened wide, as if he wanted to call for something, but unfortunately the blood gushing up from his chest and throat blocked his voice, and the young soldier slowly fell head-on, and his unwilling eyes just looked at the captain who was struggling on the ground.

Looking at the young soldier who kept pouring blood from the corners of his mouth, the captain stopped struggling, one was that he knew very well that the bullet was estimated to have broken his bone disc to pieces, and no matter how much he struggled, it was impossible to get up, and the other reason, he didn't want his struggle to attract the attention of other soldiers again, and the young soldier who was dead in front of him had already filled his heart with guilt.

"My dear, this day has finally come, see you in the next life. It's just that I didn't see the day when the revolution was triumphed, and I was really unwilling! ”

Thinking of his lover who had taken refuge abroad, the captain didn't want to live, but his belief in ideals made him unwilling to accept the price of living, the captain muttered, and slowly moved his hand to the pistol that had fallen nearby, between capture and death, he chose the latter.

"Tutu Tu Tu ... Sudden ......"

Just as his bloodied fingers touched the cold body of the Blue Flag 621 pistol, a strange coherent sound of gunfire came.

As the gunfire rang out, the gunfire of the Miller rifle of the pursuing soldiers behind the captain was quickly silenced.

At this time, the captain did not care about the Blue Flag 621 pistol that was within reach, and struggled to support half of his head in the direction of the gunshot.

In front of him, among the dense trees, a sturdy figure kept turning left and right, and the thin snow on the ground seemed to have no effect on the person.

In the hand of the flickering figure, a strangely shaped firearm continued to spray deadly tongues of fire.

"Are reinforcements coming? It's him? But no matter how powerful it is, is only one person useful? ”