The propeller of the helicopter slowly rose from three hundred meters to the west and flew head-on.

Hitting the screw rod with a 7.7mm bullet seems unreliable, and the certainty of killing the pilot is greater.

The problem is that it's too late.

The enemy is charging up the stone steps, and it only takes two or three seconds to climb the observation deck.

At this time, the observation deck was bare, and there was no cover.

As soon as they show up, they will find themselves shortening the time difference, and Wang Liang is a little undecided.

"Click"

Wang Liang held his rifle and aimed at the helicopter against the table of the observation deck.

It is urgent to take out the enemy helicopter, or you will be tortured to death by the helicopter.

He knew that it was too risky to slide down to an altitude of more than 700 meters.

Even if the enemy doesn't cut the rope and fall down, the enemy helicopter will scout the cliff from the air, and at that time it will be a live target for the helicopter.

If there is no way out, then snipe the line of life and death, and he is not ambiguous at all in the face of life and death.

The previous entanglement was just figuring out which way was safer, and as long as there was a glimmer of life, he would not give up.

"Buzz"

The enemy helicopter exposed its entire propeller, which was dazzling at high speed.

The sun was scorching, and the sky blue on the helicopter fuselage turned into a reflective mirror, with a pale gold in the pale blue.

The distance was zoomed in to two hundred and eighty meters, and the flight was slow.

The opportunity to snipe is approaching, and he is ready for it.

"Stompe, let's go"

The footsteps of enemies shook the observation deck.

Although I can't hear it, the footsteps seem to be stepping on the heart ridge, and it is very regular to feel the nerve center, tormenting the soul thinking.

Half a head and a gun resting on the observation deck, forming an absolute contrast, no matter who can see it at first sight, there is no need to distinguish at all.

Wang Liang was also worried about these situations, but he had no choice, and he was also gambling with his life to compete with the enemy for that line of life.

He believed that the enemy was not comfortable either, and the many people who had killed them before had invisibly formed a psychological pressure.

At this time, the enemy had only one more courage in the case of rocket bombardment from helicopters.

Because half of the enemy's brigade had previously been wiped out, the enemy was afraid.

The point is that the enemy so far does not know how many people are on the observation deck.

The two previous rockets covered only a quarter of the area of the observation deck.

The enemy on the ground could not make contact with the pilots on the helicopters, and they did not know what was going on on the observation deck.

In such a situation, the enemy will not be able to let go of his hands and feet, and he will not rush to the observation deck with all his might.

Confused warfare, psychological warfare, this is the basis for his gambling life.

"I see, there's a live mouth on the edge of the cliff......"

The rising enemy screamed at the stone steps.

"Rushed up and chopped him alive......"

The second enemy had already poked out of his chest and stood up with his gun in his hand.

"Buzz"

The helicopter has exposed the windshield.

It's still a little close, don't worry, wait a little longer, Wang Liang ignores the enemy at the stone steps, and grasps the opportunity to snipe in his heart.

The time was very boiling, and the helicopter and the enemy on the ground remained almost at the same frequency nodes, rising upwards together.

His forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, and he couldn't feel it, except that his right index finger was shaking when it hit the trigger.

The essentials of shooting failed at this moment.

Consciously aiming, subconsciously firing, this is the trick of accurate shooting that every soldier knows.

For him, he didn't know that after hundreds of thousands of bullets, the essentials of shooting had long been integrated into the bone marrow.

But at the moment it is loose and ineffective.

It seemed that he was scared, but the fear of death did not belong to him.

There is the factor of fighting to the death in his bone marrow, even if he fights until the last drop of blood, he will not be afraid.

However, he was really scared at the moment, afraid that after he died, the girl with Sister Fen's voice and smile would ruin Sister Fen's righteous image.

He was also afraid that Miss Jiao would become the wife of the enemy, and he would not be able to tolerate this happening to death.

Therefore, he was afraid, and there was a trace of regret in his heart.

I regret that I didn't kill the enemy who killed my adoptive father and adoptive mother one step earlier.

The guilt is only felt when the casualties are looming.

If you say that you are tracing the whereabouts of your biological mother in your memory, the real meaning is not to find relatives, but to find your biological mother and hold her responsible, why don't you raise children?

If the adoptive father and adoptive mother are still alive, there will be no such idea of accountability in their minds.

The problem is that his adoptive father and adoptive mother died because of him, and he became the murderer who indirectly killed his adoptive father and adoptive mother, and he couldn't accept it emotionally.

This is unfair to the adoptive father and adoptive mother, and it is necessary to ask the biological mother for an explanation in order to let the parents under the Nine Springs rest in peace!

He has been fighting since his resurrection, and he has no time to think about these things, and according to his personality, he will not think about them easily.

Because he pays attention to the things in front of him, he can investigate the things that are entangled, but he will not break his brain without any clues, so he ignores the guilt in his heart.

And this moment was all in his mind, stimulated by the shadow of death, and changed his mind that was not afraid of death.

"Don't shoot, he's wounded, catch ...... alive"

A stern voice came.

The enemy had already ascended to the observation deck, was aiming his gun at the door of the head, and walked slowly.

He felt it, didn't move, couldn't move.

"Buzz"

The windshield of the enemy helicopter was raised, and it was still a little bit closer to being shot and sniped.

After fighting the enemy in the middle of the night, and after a morning of duel, his head was covered in blood.

The enemy's blood made the enemy misunderstood, and it was a good start, and he insisted on gambling it.

Another reason for the enemy's reassurance is that the muzzle of his gun is pointed to the west, which does not match the stone steps in the north.

He believed that if he turned the muzzle of the gun, his head would be hit into a hornet's nest by the enemy's bullets in the first place.

None of the bandits who invaded Xiangdao were good at stubble, and everyone was an executioner.

"Tread, let's click, let's click"

The footsteps of the enemy were approaching, it was noisy, and there were a lot of people.

Wang Liang glanced at it with his spare eyes, the enemy was sixty meters away, close at hand, and he could feel the coolness of the muzzle of the gun aimed at his head.

"Tick, tick"

The cold murderous aura made the scalp tingle for a while, and the blood on the hair stubble was so frightened that it rolled down to the viewing platform.

"Buzz"

The enemy helicopter seems to have hovered over that position and has no intention of rising?

It was a hallucination, he could feel it, the helicopter was rising centimeter by centimeter.

It's so slow that it makes you think helicopter is a fake plane on the screen.

"Snap"

The beads of sweat on Wang Liang's forehead rolled down to the viewing platform.

Brother will spend the end with you today, and he will not give up if he doesn't knock out the helicopter, the person who killed my brother hasn't been born yet, and he is firmly holding on.

The enemy didn't know that he still had a layer of protection, and the crook of his left elbow covered the rope, which was also the greatest confidence for him to persist in the duel.

On the contrary, once the rope is discovered by the enemy, he is dead at the moment, and there is no chance of a duel with the enemy at all.

At this moment, the wind seems to have frozen, and everyone's mind is focused on the goal, ignoring all external factors.

The enemy's target was obvious, a half-throbbing head, his left elbow resting on a steel pipe, and his right hand pressed sideways by a rifle on the viewing platform.

Pretending to be dead and pretending to be weak is also a killer tool for the killer to confuse the enemy.

An enemy who is not a threat can always inspire a deep desire to kill, especially an enemy who puts suffocating death pressure on the mind.

Wang Liang succeeded in confusing the enemy because he lost his ability to threaten, and it seemed that he needed charity from others to survive, and the enemy could not be fooled.

Of course, the main reason is the gun, his gun is pressed on the side of his right hand, the bolt is downward to cover the index finger on the trigger, and the butt is more than ten centimeters beyond the viewing platform, can this gun still shoot shots?

The enemy could not do it, nor could he think of it, so he naturally relaxed his vigilance.

Wang Liang's left palm knife pressed the gun strap, and the back of his right hand also pressed the gun strap, and his thumb stuck on the neck at the front end of the butt to press down to the right, forcing the bolt, and the part where the gun strap and the butt touched the ground became three fulcrums.

"Stompe, let's go"

The enemy was already approaching within forty meters.

The sound of their heavy breathing had already surpassed the sound of the wind, and Wang Liang felt it.

"Buzz"

The pilots on the enemy helicopters finally showed half of their heads.

"Bang"

Wang Liang decisively pulled the trigger, and his body descended under the recoil of the gun.