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The right hand is raised, the arm and the body form a standard 90-degree right angle, the left eye is slightly narrowed, the right eye is wide, half aim, half feeling, two shots are fired vertically.

The one in front, I'm sorry! You couldn't have come at the right time!

In the blink of an eye, the left hand is raised flat, the arm is stretched, and the corner of the eye is estimated to be in the corner. In front of the dish, he immediately faced the left side with a Latin lightning bolt, and between the lightning and flint, the suddenly widened left eye quickly determined the exact position of the target, and at this moment, every neuron was fully mobilized in order to complete the final muzzle fine-tuning in the shortest possible time - there is always a limit to human reaction, and if the Soviet soldier on the left pulled the trigger when he saw Lynn appear, the victory in this battle would probably belong to him. It's a pity that the young and fearless Russian soldier subconsciously raised his gun to aim, which was extremely fatal to him - the German "Night Soldier" standing opposite him would not let go of such an opportunity. You must know that in just one month, he has experienced the battlefield of blood and fire, and learned practical skills in the "Vampire" commando, coupled with a strong survival ** and an exceptionally cool mind, how can he be willing to seek the near and far and add to the snake?

Smack...... Smack......

Two shots in succession, one through the chest and the other into the abdomen. The hot blood spurting from the wound was still flying in the air, and Lynn used his left foot to exert force inward, driving his body to lean sideways, and his right foot took half a step back at the same time, standing on the axis, and turning clockwise with his body and arms. It was at this time that the third Soviet soldier, outflanked from the right, pulled the trigger. As the first bullet was fired, the PPS42's aesthetically pleasing metal bolt began to reciprocate at a rate of 105 beats per minute, and the bullets ejected from the muzzle at the same rate. Each round-tipped bullet that left the muzzle spun forward with the dual action of gunpowder and rifling, curling up invisible ripples in the air and creating a trajectory that seemed completely straight to the naked eye. At close range, they should have flown precisely towards the target that the firearm user had locked onto using the three-point-one-line principle, but with the exception of the first bullet, the rear ones were scattered in a small area due to the slight jump in the muzzle caused by the recoil.

It is this deviation that conforms to the laws of nature that allows Lynn to avoid the fate of becoming a "human flesh sieve". Even so, a merciless bullet instantly pierced through the Seiko material of the "Black Pea" uniform, inexorably tearing open the otherwise imperfect body, penetrating its internal tissues with tremendous kinetic energy, and exiting from the opposite side without touching the bones.

When the intense pain came from his right arm, the psychological precautions he had made could not stop Lynn's deep consternation. Before his body and arms could complete his intended movements, the impact of the bullet made him lose his balance in an instant, and his right hand was like a heavy stick, almost not even holding the gun, and the muzzle of the gun was even more ridiculous. At this time, the benefits of dual guns are revealed. With his right arm wounded and his eyes suddenly closed due to external stimuli, he continued to move his left hand completely intuitively, facing the sound of a submachine gun bursting at close range, and pulled the trigger for the sake of survival - in the state of continuous fire, the index finger that exerted his strength made this "twenty shots" fully demonstrate its strong combat power as a "submachine pistol", even if the muzzle jump was out of control, but at a distance of less than three meters, a bullet still came an unexpected headshot!

The submachine guns in the hands of the Soviet soldiers were still roaring because of their unstoppable habits, and the shell guns in Lynn's left hand fired more bullets in quick succession - each of them lost their target, or plunged into the dirt, or flew into the void, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The gunfire stopped, and Lynn fell headlong into the mud puddle. At this moment, he felt that his life no longer belonged to him, and it seemed that a grim reaper wearing a black cloak appeared in front of him. After a few moments, however, the consciousness in my mind cleared slightly, and although the pain in my right shoulder and arm was still severe, my arm, wrist, and fingers were still moving. I really wanted to rest on my stomach like this for a while, even for a few seconds, but the voice from the bottom of my heart reminded him: Get up, this is the battlefield, the danger has not been eliminated, and one more second of hesitation may cut off his life!

With her left hand holding the shell gun as a support, Lynn struggled to her feet. The three Soviet soldiers who climbed to the top of the hill had all fallen, but fortunately there were only a few of them left in this group. Squinting through the moonlight, except for the one who was shot in the head, the other two were not dead. One is still struggling, the other is just twitching.

Wounded beasts tend to slip into a runaway berserk, but Lynn doesn't. He calmly looked at the two Soviet soldiers, and was sure that they could not pose a threat to him for the time being, so he gritted his teeth and crawled out of the pit, hanging his right arm, lowering his back, and walking forward a few meters in small steps, trying to be light but jumping into another pit very heavy. The remains of the Soviet sentry facing the pit wall remained intact. Lynn leaned against the pit wall, and the half-way posture made him feel much more relaxed, and it was too late and inconvenient to use the lenses at this time, so he leaned his head out and looked ahead: although the second group of attacking Soviet soldiers had lost many people due to their sneak attack from the side, they did not stop there, and the remaining seven or eight had already climbed along the hill to about twenty meters away, that is, if they came half a minute later, they would have gone up to the top of the slope!

Apparently because of the previous arrival of their companions, the Soviet soldiers neither fired nor threw bombs, but only maintained a cautious posture of bowing their heads, and the machine guns and mortars in the woods behind them also suspended their fire due to the same concerns, so such an opportunity was naturally unavoidable. Despite the more intense pain with each movement of her right arm, Lynn managed to pull the last grenade out of her pocket. Different from the previous two F1s, this is the RG-42 offensive grenade that is also equipped with the Soviet Army in large quantities, and its body is like a round can with a small section and a high head, and a long and thin hair pull type is also inserted into the projectile body**. This grenade has more than twice as much explosives as the F1 type, but due to the different fragmentation patterns, the effective killing range is slightly smaller.

Putting down the shell gun for the time being, he grabbed the grenade with his left hand, hooked the grenade with his right index finger and pulled the ring, and Lynn threw it forward in a very awkward position, then quickly lowered his head and picked up the shell gun again. When the grenade exploded (with a delay of 3.2 to 4 seconds), he suddenly rolled over and got up, his right knee pointed to the ground, and his left hand flat-ended shell gun -- such a "Chinese move" He had practiced countless times in the dormitory and shooting range of the commando headquarters, and even fiddled with it on the way here.

On an occasion like today, there would have been a chance to teach Maozi a good lesson, but his right arm was injured, and Lynn could only practice with his left hand, which he was not good at. However, when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, the burden in his heart was suddenly lightened by half - the Soviet soldiers who were not close to each other before, but now they were lying down or lying on their stomachs, and they didn't know whether they were all hung up or temporarily fainted, and there was no movement at all.

Seeing that their companions were brutally killed, the Soviet soldiers on the other side of the woods were willing to give up, and "Deshka" barked violently like a vicious dog that smelled of a human being, and the mortars originally used to ambush the German night raiders opened fire not to be outdone. This is the place at the top of the slope, and under the heavy bombardment of guns, mud and bark are flying everywhere. Lynn was honestly cowering in the dirt pit, and her right arm was already numb with pain, which was not a good thing. He hurriedly took out the first-aid kit, endured the severe pain of the wound and pressed the hemostatic cotton against the wound in front of him, and simply bandaged it with a bandage. Because I can only use my left hand, it is the first time to give myself first aid, and the degree of rudeness can be imagined. After doing this, I felt a little better, so I took out a cigarette from my pocket, ignored the mud and sand spilled like a drizzle, lit a cigarette, took a hard puff, and finally felt comfortable!

Before a cigarette was finished, the Soviets' guns had not stopped, but there were bursts of gunfire from behind them, which didn't sound too far away. Judging by the time, Eric and the others should have withdrawn from the village, and I don't know what their casualties will be - more importantly, they won't really run away as they say!

Thinking of this, Lynn not only felt frustrated, but gave herself a calm wry smile. No matter what, no matter what, if you become an invincible hero, what is there to regret?