But before he could break out of the bushes, a bullet passed through his jaw, and hot blood immediately flowed out.

At this time, the special forces rushed to the gunfire to support, only to see that the bushes were alarmed all the way, and Yang Maode had already rushed to the edge of the open area, looking at the grass and shooting again and again. Suddenly, the enemy shouted again and again, and after a few shouts, they all stopped firing.

An enemy stood up in the grass on the left and ran in front of him, and Yang Maode put on fire, but it didn't start, and there were no bullets. The man screamed at him, waving his hands for a while, as if to explain something, pointing at him, at himself, as if to signal him to stop. The special forces on the ridge hurriedly ordered two guards to cease fire. Could it be that there is a truce between the two countries? Yang Maode was stunned. Taking advantage of the moment when the ridge and his gunfire stopped, more than a dozen enemies carried "**sha" from the grass and stood up. Yang Maode hurriedly changed the magazine, and the Soviet soldier danced even more violently.

The special forces on the ridge pinched a sweat for Yang Maode: "Don't shoot, leave quickly!" "He's experienced and has understood everything.

Now the Soviet soldier opposite Yang Maode yelled at him angrily, pointing to a corpse at his feet, and then to the surrounding grass, as if to ask him to give an explanation. Yang Maode suddenly woke up, and hurriedly reached out to the collar of the Soviet military uniform he was wearing outside, covering the collar of his military uniform. Blood ran down his fingers and down the back of his hand into his cuffs.

He felt that he had pinched his neckline too tightly, and that it was so painful that he stretched his neck. He really couldn't say a word, and the Soviet soldier obviously forgave him, so he cursed, turned around and called someone to clean up the battlefield and clean up his own corpses. At this time, Yang Maode was very nervous, frozen there, not walking, not leaving.

Suddenly, the gunfire on the ridge resumed, followed by a dense burst of gunfire on the right side of the open field. As soon as Yang Maode turned around, he saw his own people on the ridge turning and firing below, and knew that another enemy was chasing him. Before he could turn around, he only heard the screams of the dozen or so Soviet soldiers, and they had already rushed to the right, but there was a burst of fire on the other side. Yang Maode quickly let go of his hand, ignoring the wound on his neck, and took advantage of the thick fog to rise again, and quickly retreated up the mountain.

The battle at the foot of the mountain ridge was fierce, and both sides were so brave that they almost froze. The fierce gunfire was accompanied by a series of explosions of grenades. Yang Maode ran up the ridge, ran panting, saw everyone, quickly wiped a handful of sweat, this time, his face was covered with blood, touched the wound, and he screamed. When I looked down, the entire neckline and chest were already stained red with blood.

", I got shot!"

Murong Xi stepped forward to bandage him. Yang Maode refused: "Hurry up, it's too late." Retreat first! ”

The gunfire on the ridge was gone, and the two sides were still fighting fiercely under the ridge, and in the thick fog, both sides were red-eyed, and they wanted to wipe out the other party's damn Chinese scout team. By the time the fog cleared after more than 20 minutes, more than half of the casualties on both sides had already been killed. Finally, the people on the left were less manpowered, and they couldn't resist it, and the remaining few people retreated to the open field just now.

The men and horses on the right chased after him, and when they saw the corpses of their own people, they knew that they had fallen into the hands of the Chinese army.

Everyone ran in the jungle for a while, and Yang Maode only felt that the connection between his right lower tooth bone and his neck was touched by the collar, and the pain was hot. The blood is constantly flowing from there, and the flow is very strong, and it seems that if it refuses, it will take the initiative to stop. This time it really hurt a lot! Maybe the bullet went in. Before there is time to deal with it, the enemy may chase after him at any time, and the first task now is to retreat to safety.

He ran and ran and fell behind.

Judging from the intensity of the gunfire just now, it is estimated that the enemy under the ridge on the right is a platoon, and after everyone went diagonally into the ditch from the ridge, they kept running along the ravine, and the sound of crackling footsteps sounded on the side of the ditch. The fog is big, I don't know the direction, it's good to have a road, everyone encourages each other vigorously, shouts and runs forward. On several occasions he felt that the blood was flowing too much, so he slowed down, rubbed it with his hands as he ran, wiped his mouth and face red, and pressed the wound with his fingers, so that his five fingers were dripping with blood, and he threw a large patch on the ground. And just like that, he fell behind.

When he first started to slow down, his comrades were still running and urging him, the injury was not serious, leave it alone for now, and talk about it when he reached safety. But the blood flows for a long time, which is not a good thing, he remembers that he promised to go down a few times, but in the thick fog, his comrades-in-arms did not know where to go unconsciously.

Now the gunfire behind him is completely inaudible, but neither can the footsteps of his comrades. When he reached the ridge at the end of the ravine, he saw a thick fog and a white expanse of fog, and he could not see anything in the distance. This is in a foreign jungle, and I don't know where to go to keep up and find my own people. Although it is not very panicked, anxiety is inevitable. He looked back again, and the road was still white and foggy, and the long grass from the ridge in the ditch was lying down. It's not good, and I've exposed my whereabouts.

At this moment, the blood was still flowing unscrupulously, and the entire placket was dyed black and red. If he continued like this, he was afraid that he would lose too much blood and go into shock, so he stopped and made a simple bandage for himself, which temporarily stopped the bleeding and made his heart feel more stable.

In fact, his wound was not serious, it was just a bruise on the skin, the bullet was shot diagonally under the jaw, a groove was raised, and the vigorous movement continued, and the blood naturally flowed non-stop.

Now that he is tired from running, he just wants to rest.

Maybe it's a little higher up here, and the fog is unusually heavy. All you can see below the ridge here is the woods, and there is no grass growing anymore. Maybe the comrades-in-arms went downhill from here. He wanted to see the terrain around him and decide how to get there.

It was quiet all around, and I could hear the crackling sound of the dew falling in the woods below, monotonous and lonely. Occasionally, the long grass that bends over and can't bear the condensation of dew drops shakes off the crystal clear beads, and when it straightens up, it startles people. Yang Maode had just dragged his tired body to a cow-shaped ridge on the right ridge when he suddenly heard gunshots from below.

At this time, his highly concentrated spirit became a little excited, a kind of military belligerence. His exhaustion was swept away in an instant, and he was about to go down to see the movement, when the gunfire suddenly snapped again. This time he heard it clearly, the gunfire was not far away, it was on the ridge ahead.

Now he had to go up to this mountain. It is estimated that it was the enemy's gunfire, and his own people would never be so stingy.

Today, the fog in the jungle has only stopped for a while from ten o'clock to the present, and such foggy weather is very unfavorable to the jungle to get out of danger. But from another point of view, dense fog is the best cover, adding an extra layer of security in jungle ditches and grassy places.

He cautiously followed the line of the ridge less than twenty meters, but he saw that the fog in the valley below was gone. It turned out that the fog here was just on the mountain range, suspended in the air, and there was a very clear boundary past the other side of the ridge.

At the mouth of the valley on the right hand below, there were many people running along the banks of a small stream into the valley in front of him. He secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, and he wanted to take a closer look, but the distance was too far for him to see the clothes clearly, but it was estimated that those people should all be Soviet soldiers! Judging by the number of people, it looks like another platoon.

It must be the comrades-in-arms who have been discovered below, or whose whereabouts have been exposed, and these people are chasing. If these people are the ones who killed each other just now, it is fine, it proves that the enemy does not have a lot of troops. If not, it will be miserable, maybe the enemy's brigade is already encircling.

Seeing those enemies hurrying to the valley, Yang Maode became nervous and anxious. If only there was a sniper rifle, he thought, one hit at a time, to keep them in there. The ridge here was covered with bushes and long grass, and the leaves were covered with that kind of crystal clear dewdrops, and he was anxious, and hurriedly walked in them, rushing down, trying to see clearly. I was in a hurry, and I made the grass loud, but I didn't care.

Suddenly, he heard shouting at the end of the ridge ahead, and a Soviet soldier got up from the grass on the edge of the thick fog on the ridge and looked back.

There was another Soviet soldier not far from him, but he noticed it before him, and when he saw that it was one of his own, walking down the ridge with a bloody face, he was relieved, and he was the first to take back the gun he raised. Yang Maode didn't notice him, only saw the enemy who shouted and turned back to check, and did not hesitate, he started with a shot, and a shot hit him in the face, and the man screamed, made a noise, and rolled off the cliff.

The Soviet soldier who had discovered him earlier was taken aback, and only then did he realize that it was the enemy! A shot was hurriedly fired, and the bullet was fired by the grass beside Yang Maode. With no one in sight in the long grass, Yang Maode hurriedly fired at the place where the gunfire came from, and then he heard another scream. He waited for a while, but there was no movement around him, so he hurried down.

He saw two sniper rifles on the edge of the cliff, and he rejoiced at the sight of this. It's a pity that he can only choose one of them and take it with him, if he can, he wants both. A day later, he saw this thing again. It seems that snipers in the Soviet army have become quite common, and Yang Maode didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly picked it up.

By this time the valley was already engaged in fighting, and heavy gunfire was heard from the ridge at the end of the valley. It seems that there is an interception in front and a chasing soldier in the back, and the situation is not good!

The enemy outside suddenly heard the sound of gunfire, hurriedly increased his pace, and continued to run forward, as if to rush in to carry out a two-sided attack, and in an instant, he had quickly moved to the eleven o'clock position in the direction of his left hand. It was a relatively open area, with a small dam rushing out of the valley on the opposite side, and the dam was overgrown with the barren and dense grass and a few bushes common in the jungle.

Now the situation is quite critical, and if we don't shoot to stop their advance, I am afraid that if we let them rush to the battle, it will cause great casualties to our comrades. He hurriedly picked up a sniper rifle and aimed it at the valley. He knew that all the ranging preparations had been made for him, and the two Soviet troops had already done it for him, so he just had to shoot. The sniper scope saw those people very clearly, they were really enemies. Without too much aim, he fired a shot at an enemy running in front of him a little way ahead.

"Bang!" With a bang, the sound of gunfire rang out again very crisply on the ridge.

He saw that the shot didn't hit the man, but it knocked another person next to him to the ground. The Soviets were stunned for a moment, reacted quickly, and immediately stopped, some lying in the grass, and some quickly moved to their right, trying to hide in the mountains.

No one knows where the bullets are coming from, and the gunshots may not be heard at all below. Yang saw some of them turn around in the grass and look towards him, trying to find the sniper's position.

The distance from here to the bottom is at least 800 meters, and Yang will read the range of the scope. According to an inverted V-shaped crosshair every 200 meters, counting from above, he just aimed and shot, and nothing else was concerned. Now to the left of the enemy's hiding place is a small stream, the sand and gravel are exposed, and there is no way to hide, and even more so in the creek, if it is exposed for a long time, it will only lead to death, so no one dares to go to the blind spot where he cannot reach the foot of the mountain.

That's where it comes in.

In the telescope, the grass was almost nothing, and the Soviets were completely naked under the firing range. He shot at the creeping athletes, one shot at the other. When the fifth shot was fired, the Soviets did not dare to move. This time it was he who occupied the position, and the Soviets suffered a big loss, and they all lay on the ground one by one, so they didn't move at all, just hoping not to be discovered. They may have never suffered such a big loss from the [***] people, and they have fully tasted the taste of being sniped and killed from a distance.

Yang Maode didn't dare to shoot vigorously, he was afraid that the bullets would run out and he would not be able to form a deterrent.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and after a while, several bold Soviet troops began to crawl towards the foot of the mountain again. As they climbed, they looked back. Yang Maode had no choice but to continue to strike, firing at the person who was crawling first, killing chickens to show the monkey, in order to set an example. Sure enough, the Soviets' efforts to get out of danger as soon as possible were once again controlled.

When the ninth shot was fired on this ridge, the bullet was gone, and he quickly threw down the gun, turned around and picked up another one and pressed it to control the scene.

When he picked up the second gun, half-crouched and felt unsafe, and then lay down and aimed at the valley below the ridge, only to find that the Soviet troops had all boldly stood up after a long time of silence, and quickly moved to the front and the foot of the mountain to the right. The fog also seemed to be coming down from the opposite mountain beam, and he hurriedly scanned it, finding the target that was most likely to escape and go to the battle. He had only one thought, he must suppress them there, otherwise his comrades would suffer from these people in the jungle.

The scene became a bit chaotic and uncontrollable.

"Don't run!" He quickly fired a shot at the foot of the opposite hill at the two Soviet soldiers who were facing him one in front of the other, hitting the arched shoulder and back of one person behind, and the guy pounced on the buttocks of the man in front, panicked that the figure seemed to be bitten by a poisonous snake, and as soon as the buttocks shrank, the man straightened his waist and continued to run up the hill in a panic. It seems that these two people want to run up the mountain and flank the "scouts" who make them hate to the core.

The Soviet soldier was very fast, and he was about to go up the mountain. "Still want to run?" Yang Maode aimed at his back and fired another shot. In an instant, the bullet pierced through a bush of leaves and struck him in the back, and the man threw himself forward, falling onto a jutting rock, struggling to turn over and rolling on the ground.

Yang Maode didn't care whether he was alive or dead, and quickly swept the gun over.

This look startled him a lot and made him nervous. There were really not a few Soviet troops who wanted to quickly plunge into the valley along the stream in front. "You're fucking, I'm going to do you if you don't want to die.!" He was still shooting towards the front, and with a slight aim, a snap of the shot, the Soviet soldier who was running at the front stopped in the grass, touched the back of his head, and then swayed and shrunk. It may be that the gunfire in front of them was too intense, and these people were anxious, and they received an order that they must not let this scout squad of the Chinese army escape, so they couldn't care so much, and people kept getting up and running inside.

Yang Maode took a breath, raised his head and looked down the mountain, his heart was unusually calm and calm. He leaned down on the ridge, shifted a little, and stretched out his sniper rifle a little. At present, the strategic means must not change, and we still have to see whoever is running in the front and fight whomever we want.

By the time the fourth shot was fired, the enemy's movement was a little better. A high-level figure appeared in the sniper scope, and he saw a man with a pistol, hiding next to a bush at the foot of the mountain, where he raised his pistol and shouted, pointing to the east and west of the remaining men, as if giving orders to his opponents. This guy was half-squatting there, relying on a big stone next to the bushes as cover, so he kept shouting and commanding, and his upper body shook very sharply, making it difficult for Yang Maode to aim.

Yang Maode quickly scanned in the direction of his finger, no, two more assaults went to the front. One of them was about to turn sideways behind a fallen dead tree. He bent his waist like this, turned his back to Yang Maode, a large number of bounce points, how could Yang Maode have the slightest hesitation? He immediately fired another shot. I saw that the Soviet soldier who had been shot threw down and climbed on top of the dead tree, his legs and feet twitching and moving. The second man lay on his heels, not daring to move, trying to protect himself by the grass.

Yang Maode moved the gun down and shot a bullet into his back. Through the sniper scope, Yang Maode saw that the man had rolled over in pain, rolling there and screaming, so frightened that the commander hurriedly hid under the bushes. Only by this time was there no movement in the grass again. This blow of punishment was very effective, and the Soviet troops did not dare to move again.

(To be continued)