Through the chaotic noise, the footsteps dozens of meters away can be distinguished. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info determine the time of the last leap by constantly checking the distance between each other.

When the assault rifle switched to burst mode, my heart was already in my throat.

It is less than 20 meters away from the nearest devil, and it is just about 20 meters away.

At this distance, the barrage of bursting bullets of assault rifles is already in an acceptable range.

In other words, the tactic of using the devil assault rifle to switch to burst fire, the time window for the weapon's accuracy to decrease and break through the 20-meter death zone misses the best opportunity to implement it.

At this distance, even if the nearest devil pulls the trigger and doesn't let go, it can greatly threaten my survival.

According to Max, the trick takes advantage of not only the variation in the weapon's accuracy, but also the natural human reaction when an accident occurs.

Even veterans have a high chance of missing their first three bullets in an unexpected situation.

The most threatening attack in the first three bursts.

Once the enemy misses the first few shots, whether it is a re-shot after adjusting the mentality, or a continuous strafe shot, the threat to the trick practitioner will be greatly reduced.

However, it is best to perform the trick from 20 meters away, because after entering this distance, a rookie's strafing has a good chance of killing the old bird.

The limitations of this technique have been demonstrated.

Two devil veterans, who were already within 20 meters when they switched attack modes, had no chance to jump from a safe distance.

The analysis of the current situation is frustrating, but there is no way back for me.

Taking a sharp breath, I rolled over and jumped up.

This action is exquisite.

Instead of standing up and running out, I chose to jump straight forward with my short body.

This action saves me as much time as possible, and it also helps me dodge the nails.

On the ground behind him, as well as on the left and right sides, there were multiple shooting nails flying by. One of the closest nails to me grazed the pinnacle.

Warm liquid runs down the face.

I didn't care how much I was injured, so I didn't wait to stand firm before I ran wildly.

At this time, it is less than 10 meters away from the exit.

Just give me two or three more seconds, and you can escape from Ascension.

The expected furious hail of bullets did not occur.

It was my misfortune to meet two veterans at the same time, but I was lucky.

If it's a rookie, or an ordinary light infantryman, they may pull the trigger until the entire magazine is emptied.

At a distance of 20 meters, the splashing of bullets in both directions, even the god of luck himself will not help, and will definitely be beaten into a honeycomb.

Luckily, I was up against two veterans.

Veterans in any army are the same, they don't easily empty their magazines. In their tactical moves, there is only the difference between long and short point shots, and strafing is synonymous with immaturity for most of the old birds.

This habit of veterans can in most cases ensure higher lethality and lower ammunition consumption.

But it was an accident at the moment.

At a distance of 20 meters, I was moving at high speed again. The disadvantage of the burst in reaction speed is apparent.

As I ran, I heard the sound of staccato firing, and the nails swept very close to me.

With 5 meters to go, I changed my stance. Switch from an all-out sprint to a line-changing sprint.

The nail stream caught the wrong direction and hit the window of the shop seven or eight meters away.

With the sound of glass shattering, I crossed the five-meter line and was only one step away from the exit.

A succession of gunshots rang out, and a stream of deadly nails quickly approached me.

The devil veterans finally realized the inadequacy of the shots, and they began to spill bullets.

A nearby decorative sculpture was shattered, and the fragments splashed on the exposed parts of the body, and I was in pain.

The continuous fighting and running depleted my physical strength.

His throat and eyes were on fire, and his legs and arms were as heavy as lead.

The eyes cannot focus, and can only see the blurry image at the exit.

I'm going to drink water and rest, even if it's good to stop and catch my breath.

It's a pity that neither of these things can be done.

As long as I stopped for even half a second, the stream of nails that followed closely behind me would tear me apart.

Gritting my teeth, I almost crashed out of the door.

At the last moment, it was as if someone had pushed me on the shoulder, and I spun out of the market.

……

The blood scab covered half of his face, as if he was wearing a mask, and the hard gang was very uncomfortable.

The pain in the pinna has decreased, no, it should be said that it is numb.

I kept trotting at a pace and stayed as far away from that damn market as I could.

The main road cannot be walked, and the alleys may not be walked, and every change of route is a life-and-death decision.

The right calf hurt terribly and swollen. I didn't have time to stop to confirm the injury, the devil would soon catch up, and I had to keep a distance.

The soreness of the sacroiliac gradually began to affect normal movement, and the fall just now was not light.

As long as you can still move, you have to keep running, pain, soreness, or something, it's better than being captured. I cheered myself on as I ran.

Meet many local residents along the way.

Some people cast curious glances, some people dodged, and some people came up to help.

In their eyes, I must have looked very frustrated.

I can't accept help. Any little waste of time can have devastating consequences, including those who help me.

Someone yelled at me, someone pulled me, and none of that stopped me from fleeing.

There are too many people on this road, and you have to find a more remote place with fewer people.

I wasn't familiar with the city, and I couldn't see clearly, so I had to follow the image and run towards the warehouse area.

My physical strength has long exceeded my limit, and my legs don't seem to belong to me.

The shoulder injury was severe, and the entire right arm was unconscious. The arms could not be waved freely, and the twisted posture made every step more difficult.

"Oh my God! What are you doing here? Isn't it easy for me to die? Why are you torturing me like this......"

I didn't have the strength to shout, I couldn't figure out if I was muttering or slandering.

The neat and desolate scenery of the warehouse area appeared in front of me.

"Zhao Ping, you can't stop now! Work harder...... If you work harder, you can rest......"

The vision is getting darker, is it already night? But why are even the street lights dimmed?

Keep running, don't stop, run as far as you want.

"Damn, what about the bloodstains? How did I forget that I was still bleeding! The devil can find me by chasing the blood. Zhao Ping, you stupid fork......"

It was dark in front of my eyes, and I finally rested.

……

The body is moving. The sound of someone moving a heavy object. The right shoulder, left leg, cheek, sacroiliac, and all parts of the body are sending signs of pain.

I wanted to scream, but all I could get out of my throat was a moan of unknown meaning.

"Be fast, move lightly ......"

Who's talking here?

The voice was unfamiliar.

If only Karin were around, she was gentle with the wounded. She always tries to alleviate the pain of the wounded as much as possible.

I felt my body shake and jolt to the sound of the vehicle's engine starting, and each time it triggered another wave of pain and moaning.

"Useless guy, bear with me, you're very noisy, you know?"

Who's talking? It's so rude, let's change it if we have the ability.

"Don't talk nonsense, he's a hero, what's the matter with two voices."

Another voice rebuked.

"Cut!"

The impolite girl stopped talking.

If only Karin were here.

In the shaking, I lost consciousness again.

In the haze, Karin's hand caressed my forehead.

"It's okay, everything will be fine."

What a gentle voice, so nostalgic.

"Karin, where are you? I miss you ......."