"I'm running out of bullets!" Grim cried out, "What about you? ”

Zhao Haiping replied quickly: "I still have four bullets left!" ”

Yan shouted loudly: "Zhang Xiangyang, we can't cooperate with you to suppress the fire alternately, they will never give you the opportunity to replace the last box of bullets, we all fight and retreat together, now Zhan Xia Ge should have removed the mines under his feet, and we will continue to snipe this batch of bitches on the mountain bag!" ”

"I can't go!" Zhang Xiangyang knelt on the ground, screaming as he tried his best: "Look at my feet, I can't fucking run anymore!" ”

Grim lowered his head, and when he saw Zhang Xiangyang's feet, a sour feeling instantly hit Grim. Zhang Xiangyang was wearing body armor, bulletproof shields, and bulletproof helmets all over his body, but he only wore a pair of military and police riot boots on his feet. Now his right foot has been shattered by a bullet!

The blazing blood kept flowing out of his body, slamming little by little on the frozen Chinese land under his feet, with his blood, his fiery heat, his sincerity, it melted into a big piece, and it looked like a ...... Map of China!

Grim screamed: "No, we have to come together, if we want to go, we will go together!" ”

"Fart! If you have to take me with me, we're going to be finished together! Zhang Xiangyang shouted angrily: "Lao Yan, you and I are the best iron buddies in the army, you tell me, do you want me to get out of here alive and become a cripple who can only sit in a wheelchair for a lifetime, or do you want me to die on the battlefield like a soldier and a man?!" ”

"I'll tell you grim, I, Zhang Xiangyang, put on this military uniform, and I never thought of taking it off! Even if I want to die, I hope I can die a vigorous death in a military uniform! ”

Zhang Xiangyang exhaled a breath fiercely and shouted: "Grim, you guys run, after this battle, if you can still find my body, even if it is just a bone, remember to bury me in the Kangxiwa Martyrs Cemetery!" ”

Yan Yan looked deeply at Zhang Xiangyang, the brother who joined the elite training school of the Fifth Special Force with him, entered various special terrain training schools with him for training, slept on a big tree with him, ate a grass snake, and sang loudly in the stormy wilderness, he suddenly let out a long howl of an injured wolf, he reached out and grabbed Zhao Haiping, and shouted: "Let's run!" ”

In the rapid rotation of the six-mounted barrel of the Vulcan cannon, one by one M61 armor-piercing bullets drew a series of blazing bullet marks in the air, slammed into the enemy in front of them, shot into their bodies, drilled into their bones, and let out their most desperate and terrible screams.

Zhao Haiping, who was closely following behind him, suddenly felt a heat on his face, in this extremely cold world, in this bloodiest battlefield, the air was sprinkled with the warm tears of an iron-blooded soldier.

No, where are these grim tears, this is his blood, this is his flesh, this is the most extreme sorrow in his heart!

Zhang Xiangyang was alone in the face of hundreds of enemies who were suppressed by him alone with a gun, and he roared loudly: "Yan Jun, you guys run quickly!" Zhao Haiping, you guys run! Tell the warrior song that you must avenge me! ”

The bombardment of the M134 Vulcan cannon almost in a line stopped abruptly, followed by the crisp sound of the rapid-fire self-defense pistol for the Fifth Special Force. A group of terrorists who had been suppressed by Zhang Xiangyang for four minutes jumped up, singing their ancient and perverted "hymns" in their mouths, and rushed up without fear of death.

After throwing away the empty bullets and having no time to replace the pistol with the magazine, Zhang Xiangyang, a Chinese professional soldier whose right foot was almost smashed, stood up suddenly with a "sudden" sound under absolutely impossible circumstances, and he carried his M134 Vulcan cannon, which no longer had any bullets on the bullet chain, and smashed it at the head of a terrorist who rushed to the front.

One of the terrorists who rushed to the front only let out a half-scream, and was smashed into the brain by the M134 Vulcan in Zhang Xiangyang's hand, and at the same time, the bayonets on six or seven automatic rifles stabbed Zhang Xiangyang's body at the same time. Zhang Xiangyang suddenly let out a painful roar, facing the strengthened nano-level body armor of the Fifth Special Force on his body, those enemies who stabbed directly into Zhang Xiang's body with bayonets only felt as if they had stabbed a steel plate, but there was a bayonet, but it was hit by two bullets in a row along the body armor, and the position where it had lost most of its defensive effect was stabbed into Zhang Xiangyang's body.

Zhang Xiangyang took a deep breath, he rounded the M134 Vulcan Cannon in his hand, and smashed a 180-degree arc in the air, blood splashed, and a terrible scream sounded around him. But hundreds of terrorists who had been suppressed for too long and hated Zhang Xiangyang to the core, had already begun to launch a charge against him alone, which would only appear in the era of cold weapons. As soon as six or seven of the bloodied terrorists retreated, more than two dozen bayonets were aimed at Zhang Xiangyang and stabbed at him.

More than 20 bayonets stabbed into Zhang Xiangyang's body armor, and those terrorists did not take back the bayonets, they picked up together with all their strength, and actually picked up Zhang Xiangyang, who was 200 centimeters tall and weighed more than 100 kilograms, and was carrying 1,000 spare machine gun bullets on his body.

Zhang Xiangyang, who was picked up more than two meters high by more than 20 bayonets, was like a sack, straight down from the air, and fell to the hard ground, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, he didn't have time to struggle to get up, he was completely surrounded by the sea of people, at this moment his head was full of beasts flashing hideous and crazy blood-red eyes, full of bright bayonets and machetes.

I don't know who shouted a slogan, more than a dozen bayonets stabbed down on Zhang Xiangyang lying on the ground, this time they were condescending, and the bayonet finally sank into Zhang Xiangyang's body. But just as they were triumphantly about to withdraw their bayonets, one of them suddenly let out a frightened scream, because his gun was actually grabbed by Zhang Xiangyang!

Zhang Xiangyang grabbed the bayonet that pierced into the chest with his left hand, he quickly pulled out the saber, and in the stunned gaze of everyone, he tried his best to go forward, and the bayonet that pierced his chest finally completely submerged into his body, but at the same time, the multi-functional saber in his right hand also entered the opponent's lower abdomen, and then he pulled hard, and came to the opponent with a near-perfect samurai special caesarean suicide action!

Zhang Xiangyang lay on the ground and laughed miserably, he proudly, demonstratively, and unwillingly raised the bloody saber in his hand, a thick and heavy machete cut a dull whistling in the air, Zhang Xiangyang let out a miserable snort, looking at his right hand that was cut off alive, he was still laughing miserably. No one knows why, at this time, this [***] person, who has been allowed to fish and is destined to die a miserable death, dares to laugh so arrogantly and so presumptuously!

Looking at the increasingly dense big feet around him, some of these people are wearing military and police riot boots, some are wearing the leather boots that Uyghurs like to wear, and some are wearing rubber shoes that only mainland migrant workers wear, Zhang Xiangyang suddenly spoke, he is now trembling in pain, and as soon as he opened his mouth, blood kept choking out of his mouth, but he still struggled and said: "No matter what organization you put yourself into, most of you are still Chinese, you should be able to understand what I say, right?" ”

More than half of the people around snorted lightly, which was regarded as answering Zhang Xiangyang's question.

"Medium [***] people will leave a glorious bullet for themselves on the battlefield!" Zhang Xiangyang chuckled: "I'm really lucky, I can detonate my glorious bullet alive, with so many of you on the road with me, I'm worth it!" ”

Regardless of the East Turkistan terrorists around him whose faces turned pale in an instant, Zhang Xiangyang used his last hand to pull hard, and on the spare bullet box behind him with a thousand rounds of ammunition, a puff of green smoke peculiar to Chinese Type 79 wooden-handled grenades suddenly appeared.

With grimness, Zhao Haiping and several other armed police soldiers had just rushed to the halfway up the hill, Zhan Xia Ge suddenly knelt on the ground, he looked at the explosion core where there was no living person within a radius of 100 meters, and looked at the bloody hell where only half of the special special force's special nano body armor for the fifth special force was rolled in the air in the smoke, he hissed and cried, "Zhang Xiangyang, my brother...... I hate it!! ”

Grim gave Zhao Haiping a look, and the two of them ran to the mountain bag with a left and right battle song, and Grim shouted while running: "Big brother, don't cry, now the battle has just begun, if we can't hold here, let's accompany Zhang Xiangyang on the road together!" ”

Grim took a deep breath and screamed sadly: "If we can live, we will spend our lives with these bastards!" We can't break these guys into pieces, we can't let them disappear into this world completely, and our two brothers will have no fucking face to go to the ground Zhang Xiangyang! He gave us our lives!! ”

"Good!"

Zhan Xia Ge broke with his arms, shook off the clamp of Grim and Zhao Haiping, and took the lead in rushing to the mountain bag. He snatched the light machine gun from the hand of an armed police soldier and said coldly: "Remember, don't empty the gun, save every bullet, before our support comes, I want them to spread the whole hillside with corpses!" ”

(To be continued)