Accompanied by bullets and bullets, Lynn quickly adapted to the long-lost battle mode in the field, sometimes bowing and speeding in the field, sometimes prostrate on the ground, but the upright long-tail dress on his body not only looked awkward, but also somewhat restrained in his hands and feet. But in the face of the boundary between life and death, these are no longer important. Led by Baron Pat, a veteran spy, the four of them took cover alternately and smoothly retreated from the overturned car to the canal.

In the middle of summer, the water flowing in the canal brought a wonderful sense of coolness, and Lynn suddenly sobered up a lot. Crashes, overturns, and firefights connect the events of this accident, and he has a more macroscopic grasp of the current situation.

"Maitz, you help Gru stop the bleeding!" While Pat changed the magazine, he instructed his subordinates to take care of each other, and he did not discard the replaced magazine, but stuck it on the belt behind him - Lynn noticed that he did not completely use the bullets in the magazine before replacing it, which should be a safe combat habit. As for the old magazines that still have a few rounds, they may be of great use when they are left for a critical moment.

Leaning sideways against the slope above the canal, Lynn estimated that she still had twenty rounds left in her magazine, and was in no hurry to replace it. Seeing that Pa deliberately wanted to look around, he hurriedly reached out and pressed the other party's shoulder, and quickly took out a metal cigarette case from his pocket. Its underside is as bright as a mirror, and it is just right to be used as a simple battlefield periscope. Lynn carefully pinched it with her fingers and lifted it up, and in the chaotic sight, several dark shadows were trotting down without firing on this side, two of which had already reached the side of the overturned car.

Lynn suppressed his voice and said, "I'll deal with the two on the side of the car, and the two on the far left side will be for you." ”

Pat nodded, and glanced at the driver who was bandaging his companion's bleeding.

Estimating the rhythm of the other party's actions, Lynn whispered in his mouth: "One・・・・・・ two・・・・・・ three!" ”

Stepping on the "three" point, Lynn, who has a series of identity titles such as deputy leader of the German Ba'ath Party, commander-in-chief of the Freedom Regiment and governor of Tromsø, and Pat, an ace spy who has been lurking in Switzerland for many years, and Pat, who lives a comfortable life, tacitly leaned out and fired in the direction they were targeting. The two M submachine guns burst out with a pleasant click, and a series of bullets burst out, forming two dashed fire whips in the bleak environment. The attackers didn't seem to be the best fighters, they were too clumsy in the open to gunfire, and they didn't have enough tacit understanding to cover each other, but they were able to grit their teeth and not let out a cry of pain when they were shot・・・・・・

Some tacit understandings are innate, and more are cultivated in long-term running-in. Lynn and Baron Pat had been together for some time, but they hadn't trained together in combat. In the continuous short-firing mode, the twenty or so rounds in the magazine poured out in a blink of an eye, and hearing the "click" sound of empty bullets from the gun, Lynn hurriedly shouted: "Withdraw!" ”

Pat didn't fight, and before the last few bullets were fired, he squatted down. The two of them leaned back against the gentle slope above the canal, changing magazines with completely different movements, and looked at each other for a moment, giving each other a calm expression.

"The last magazine." Pat whispered as he loaded the magazine.

"Me too." Lynn replied that the situation was in a crisis when she was stranded in the car, and she couldn't afford to hesitate for a second to save her life first, and as for whether she would fall into a fierce battle next, it was not something that could be considered by the normal brain's speed.

Lynn continued to observe the situation outside through the bottom of the cigarette case, while Pat beckoned to his subordinates, "How are you doing, Metz Gru?" ”

Mattez, who worked as a full-time driver for Lynn during this time, replied: "Gru's right hand was fractured in the crash, and there is no major problem for the time being. ”…,

Gru, who was arranged by Pat to protect Lynn, was a sturdy and agile young man who was said to be proficient in shooting and fighting, but the fracture of his dominant hand undoubtedly greatly reduced his combat effectiveness. I just heard him pretend to be relaxed and say, "Don't worry about me, it's not too bad to shoot the right head with your left hand!" ”

After Lynn and Pat's sudden strafing, there were obviously casualties on the attacker's side, and their movement was slightly sluggish, and then, Lynn saw a dark spot passing through the air, and hurriedly pulled Pat into the canal with his backhand: "Beware of grenades!" ”

In a relatively calm state, some experienced combat infantry are able to throw grenades at the target like a professional player shooting, causing direct damage to enemy uncovered personnel. Luckily, Lynn and the others were not facing elite combat infantry, and the egg grenade flew straight through the canal and landed behind, not threatening them other than a concussive impact.

Subconsciously judging that the other party would take advantage of the cover of the grenade explosion to launch a fast attack, Lynn got up with his knees supporting his body, and took a step ahead of Baron Pat and ordered: "Rapid fire!" ”

Pat and his two men didn't think much of it, and followed Lynn to his feet, which was less than 1.5 meters from the bottom of the canal to the top of the slope, which was an ideal temporary trench, and adults could fire into the field between the canal and the road without standing completely upright, but normal shooting must expose the body above the shoulder, and only quickly could minimize the chance of being shot. The moment he poked his head out of the slope, Lynn really saw seven or eight attackers bending down and rushing towards this side, and it only took a few seconds to cross the distance of about ten meters at their speed, and then the muzzle of the gun was on the head, no matter how big Lynn's ability was, it would be difficult for them to do anything.

In ultra-close-range combat, the MP40's biggest advantage is its rapid-fire maneuverability, Lynn gave up aiming, and fired horizontally from left to right directly by feeling, with six or seven rounds as an intermittent point. After this first shuttle, Lynn felt that she had shot at least one attacker, the muzzle of the gun immediately shifted slightly, both hands tried to counteract the bounce caused by the recoil as much as possible, and the fingers rhythmically pulled the trigger, shuttle, shuttle, shuttle, and the last shuttle directly wiped out all 32 bullets!

Lynn half-slapped to his feet, Pat's strafing was still going on as he ran out of bullets, and Metz and Gru each took their pistols and threw them in. The attackers clearly underestimated the timing of the counterattack, and most of them were shot before they could lie down, and the response to fire support from a little distance was a little slower, and the attack attempt was heavily damaged.

Flashback to the canal, Lynn gasped for breath with excitement, dropped the completely empty magazine and loaded the magazine with a few rounds left at the beginning, and when Pat and the three of them had also retracted, he suggested, "Let's retreat east along the canal!" ”

Pat and the others seemed to take this suggestion as a decision, and the Baron asked Metz to step back, and then beckoned Lynn and Gru, who was wounded, to hurry up.

Lynn was going to leave the cigarette case for him, but when he saw him take out a grenade from his pocket, he didn't say anything and wiped it directly. Walking some distance along the canal, only to hear two explosions in the direction behind him, and hearing Baron Pat urging behind him to "don't turn back and keep walking", Lynn buried his head forward, and after several minutes, finally left the canal and entered the woodland.

At the edge of the woods, Pat saw that the enemy was still in the area just now, so he put out the first few magazines, and quickly concentrated the bullets into one magazine, and Lynn had a few bullets in the last magazine, saving such trouble and carefully observing the surrounding situation. Although they had taken a suburban road, the traffic was not small, and the headlights could be seen shaking in the distance, but there were shots and explosions here, and no one dared to drive to see what was going on, and there was no mobile phone to call the police at any time, and it was estimated that it would take some time for the local police to arrive. …,

Lynn was contemplating what to do next, when Gru exclaimed, "Behold, Metz is coming, and several enemies are chasing him and firing!" ”

As the distance closed, the figures swaying along the canal became clearer. If she had a rifle in her hand, Lynn was sure to kill those pursuers one by one, but the M was not ideal for accurate shooting, and once the position was revealed, it could also attract distant attackers - although the opponent was also mainly using pistols and submachine guns, and the shooting accuracy was not satisfactory, but who knows if there were machine guns, mortars and other high-powered weapons hidden in that big truck that had not yet come in handy.

"You're waiting here!" Pat dropped the sentence and stepped aside, apparently preparing to pick up Metz from the left side of the canal, but he now had a dozen rounds in his only magazine, which might not be enough for the fight. While Lynn pondered, his eyes quickly fell on Gru's pistol, which was supposed to be a Colt 91 commonly used in the German army, although the range and power were far inferior to the Mauser pistol, but it was simple, reliable, and easy to operate. Seeing that the distance between Maitez and this side was less than fifty meters, and the pursuers would be in the effective range of the pistol in a few moments, Lynn asked for the pistol from Gru, checked the safety and bolt, held the pistol in his right hand and his wrist in his left hand, adjusted his mood, breathed steadily, and used this pistol as a sniper rifle, waiting for the target to slow down and seize the fleeting opportunity to pull the trigger・・・・・・

The gunfire was crisp, the trajectory was traceless, and the target fell. Lynn's heart was like water, and she moved the muzzle of her gun slightly, and another pursuer soon appeared in the canal. Estimating the advance in his mind, Lynn fired again, but unfortunately this time the bullet was slightly off, and the man realized the danger and quickly lay down in the ditch.

Syllable!

Lynn fired three times from the same aim, and although it was difficult to discern where the bullets had landed, it was enough to delay the pursuer. After a while, Baron Pat, who had moved to a new position, opened fire, and with a fluke of his powerful submachine gun took down the other pursuer closest to Metz, who soon left the canal and entered the woods.

"That's damning!" Maitz gasped and said, "I'm out of bullets!" ”

"I don't have a spare magazine either, and I still have two rounds in my gun." Gru said, staring at the gun in Lynn's hand.

Lynn quipped bitterly, "Let's hope the enemy's confidence is as close to the bottom as our ammunition!" ”