There is an interesting rule in the safe zone in PUBG: if there is a city, you must enter, and if you encounter water, you must avoid it; If there are mountains, they will go up, and most of them will be flat.

This time, the law has been verified again. Wheat fields are not mountains, but they are also flat.

"Our four houses are still in the safe zone, and it seems that this hope for eating chicken is close at hand." Fei Fei'er said lightly.

"Yes, we are well-equipped, well-stocked, and have a place to hide. People say that there are three holes of cunning rabbits, and we have one more, so it seems that it is difficult to eat chicken. ”

Fei Fei'er quipped, "I'm a rabbit, you're a wolf, I'm in charge of hiding, you're in charge of hiding." ”

"Hidden?" Gong Moliang asked.

"That's right, it's good to hide it. Always play more with less, there will always be a day when your shoes are wet, and you have to learn to win steadily. ”

Gong Moliang smiled, "Do you know why I don't use oars for rowing and don't rely on the direction of the wind to sail?" ”

Fei Fei'er asked puzzled, "Why?" ”

Gong Moliang said word by word, "Because in my life, I rely on waves." ”

Her own persuasion did not have the slightest effect, Fei Fei'er wrinkled her nose, "If you don't listen to the girl, you will suffer in front of you." If you don't eat chicken, I won't defend you in front of my fans. ”

Gong Moliang smiled, "Haha, just ask you not to fall into the well." ”

"Ahhhhh Fei Fei'er, who couldn't say anything, could only show her sharp tiger teeth, fantasizing about biting off a piece of someone's flesh.

The leisurely time will not be long, otherwise the story of the prince and princess will not come to an end.

Four evil dragons, two by two, drove a sedan and a jeep, towards the wooden house where Gong Moliang was located, and came straight to face them.

"Be careful, they also have a fancy for the feng shui treasure under our feet."

Without Gong Moliang's reminder, Fei Fei'er hid in the house as soon as possible, even if the golden wheat field was not enough, the afterglow of the sunset could only be enjoyed slowly after the victory.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come.

The two drivers who were driving side by side were not newcomers who had just entered the pit, and the car drifted sideways about 40 meters away from the wooden house, until the two sides basically formed a parallel line, and then stopped after the inertia was over.

Gong Moliang, who was hiding behind the second house on the left-hand side, raised the M24, which had already had a full meal, with three or two heads, obviously unable to satisfy this divine weapon that fell from the sky.

The four of them did not knock off the tires, and it is estimated that they still have the intention of finishing the enemies in the wooden house, continuing to drive on the road, or entering the finals as cover.

The blue sedan was southwest of the wooden house in front of Palazzo Molean, and the jeep was due south. After getting out of the car, the four people did not choose to charge head-on, but hid behind the car and continued to observe. Without knowing the exact number of enemies, such a conservative choice is also understandable.

Gong Moliang was waiting for such an understandable opportunity.

If you want to attack the jeep due south, you need to leave the shelter of the wooden house and pull the whole person out to fight, which is tantamount to a suicide attack. The sedan in the southwest position can lean in and draw a gun, and Gong Moliang walked to the left wall of the wooden house, changed to the M24 with a 4x mirror, and quickly focused on the exposed feet at the bottom of the car.

After a shot, blood splattered everywhere, but it was only a warning that was better than nothing, and it could not cause substantial casualties.

Startled by the enemy he hit, he quickly hid in the part with the tires and reported to his teammates the direction of Miyamoliang's appearance.

After waiting for a gunshot to sound for so long, these four people were obviously not stupid, and they had already guessed that the four houses were probably empty alone.

Less is more, the most practical items besides grenades and smoke. Bullets are also essential medicine for home travel.

Gong Moliang had four in his backpack, all of which were scavenged from corpses. As the saying goes, if the old doesn't go, the new doesn't come, and this is obviously not the day of thrift. It was pulled apart at one time and thrown around the wooden house, so that the wooden house, which had been exposed to light everywhere, was shrouded in smoke.

Four to one, smoke can't stop the belief in nirvana.

Before Gong Moliang entered the house, he fired again, and only the poor worm with a green head fell to the ground. The tacit understanding of the four may not be very high, which can be seen from the sparse formation. The fastest ones were already in front of the wooden house, but the slowest ones were not far from the car, and the one that Gong Moliang put down with a cold gun was the tail of the crane among the four.

The teammate who walked not much faster than him immediately shot back, not seeking to kill Gong Moliang, just to buy his teammates the opportunity to climb behind the car and facilitate his own rescue.

If the four fights and one can still be counter-killed, even if they whip Gong Moliang back and forth, they feel that they are worthy of victory. This is the opportunity that Gong Moliang can seize.

One person fell to the ground, one person rescued, four to one invisibly, reduced to two to one.

The wooden house has two doors, one of which is in front of Miyamo-liang and the other on the right. Both doors were closed, in order to create an opportunity for himself to get a head start.

The smoke gradually faded, and the two people on the bow had no time to wait for their teammates who were lagging behind, one opened the door, and the other ended the gun, and the cooperation was also decent. But what greeted them was not a bloody body, but a cold and piercing projectile.

"Bang!"

It was an instantaneous flashbang that was pinched in his hand for three seconds, and although the two of them shouted "not good", they still became blind and deaf with a short delay.

Gong Moliang, who was hiding behind the sofa, stood up and strafed, not deliberately aiming at the head, but the memory of his muscles still allowed him to shoot the first enemy with three shots.

Another enemy is closer to the door frame because he entered the house late, so he can walk outside by holding down the "S" key on his keyboard. Gong Moliang had no chance to make contributions again.

Make up for the enemy who fell to the ground, and Gong Moliang also understands the truth of poor Kou Mo chasing. Running towards the door on his side, returning to the left wall not long ago, the other two enemies who had fallen behind did indeed run.

"It seems that this is annoyed and angry."

That's exactly what happened, the four players who opened the black, and the dead one was roaring in the voice channel, angrily scolding the two teammates who had fallen behind.

The three of them are holding back the fire, and this fire naturally can't cause fire to burn themselves, and that Gong Mo Liang is the most suitable conductor.

The two of them who were running had good memories, and at the moment when Gong Moliang leaned out, the crossfire knocked the sawdust in all directions.

Gong Moliang, who hit the wall on the left, naturally wanted to pinch the soft persimmon, and when he came to the right, he just turned a corner with the enemy who had eased up and met love.

When the enemies saw each other, they were very red-eyed. The two men raised their guns at the same time, and there was a western cowboy-style head-to-head showdown.

That enemy is obviously a bit wooden, he may be a converted league player, and the hero at it may be a shooter who stands on the stake. Standing straight in place, there was a splash of shot towards Gong Moliang.

Gong Moliang, who is also transformed, obviously continues the essence of walking A shooter, bowing his head while fighting, and walking while bowing his head. Injuries are inevitable, but they are obviously much more durable than wooden stakes.

After a flurry of fancy moves, both sides are empty. But the difference is that Gong Moliang is still standing half-blooded, and the transformation player who is estimated to be at the bottom of the alliance has already been lying on the soles of his feet without breathing.

After quickly changing the magazine, Gong Moliang made up for the inferior shooter player with two shots. After pulling two grenades out of his box, he explored the location of the remaining two enemies.

As soon as he pressed against the wall, he heard a peculiar echo of stepping on the wooden floor in the room. Another footstep sounded outside the house on the left-hand side.

"It's kind of interesting, I actually chose to attack in a pinch."

Gong Moliang, who is best to fight with a master, licked his lips, isn't such an exciting battle one of the few flashing memories in his lifeless college career.

A delay mine was thrown at his feet, also in front of the east door. If the grenade is not pulled, it will take about four to five seconds to detonate, and the distance of the entire wooden house will take about ten seconds to complete, and it will take exactly five seconds to run.

Just throwing thunder, without pulling the bolt, the sound is almost minimal. Coupled with the interference of his own footsteps, the enemy in the house did not know that he would see the mountain when he opened the door, and it was a leisurely Nanshan.

The disarmament and return to the field were in the midst of an explosion of the sky and the earth.

The last enemy who just walked around the corner just watched his teammate push the door out, and with a bang, he blew himself back. Even the wooden door vanished in the sound.

One-on-one, but not king-to-king.

Gong Moliang was playful, put away the M416 that was a little bullying, picked up the M24 with the red dot installed, and played the charging sniper.

Shoot, shrink, shoot again.

"Cao, is it so unbeaten."

It's a pity that the enemy was forced to hear such a sentence before he died.

"Nima, labor and management will never open everyone's voice again, and it will be a dog again!"

The geese have left a voice, and the people have left a name. But at this moment, what is left for Gong Moliang is to add the previous three, and now four, boxes all over the ground.

"This, is this Nima still human?"

"This is a true god, a great god, Fei Fei'er has been driving a broken car for half a month, and finally met a high-quality passenger."

"Feifei'er, hurry up and ask this great god, is there still a lack of leg hair, is there still a lack of parts, is there still a lack of cheerleaders who can shout 666?"

"The one upstairs, the laborers are eating noodles, and now they are all smiling in their nostrils."

Fei Fei'er didn't have time to worry about the barrage at the moment, so she hid in the toilet of the wooden house on the side, although she was blocked by the protective plank, but the sporadic penetration of the little bit had already made her stunned.

Especially the wave of corner shooting, the body style of bowing his head to greet the New Year, plus the marksmanship that is stable to a straight line. Put yourself in his shoes, if you stand opposite him and can survive for a few seconds, what kind of damage can you bring to him?

Thinking about the casual marksmanship that I am often jokingly called by the barrage, the damage that may be caused is minimal, just like a mosquito bite.

This battle really made Gong Moliang sweat a little, mainly because the love he met around the corner was not gentle, and it was a little brutal. If it weren't for watching the video and adding my own hard work, this kind of frontal hardness without any fancy stubbornness, it would really be seven points by luck and three points by hard work.

However, even if he was forcibly reversed into seven points by himself, the luck of those three points really made people break out in a cold sweat.

However, after the rain and the sunny weather, this luck seems to favor the winner.

The four wooden houses became the circle of destiny.