Dig the wall to get out of trouble, and the bombing is coming. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Guan swung his knife to cut a passage on the mountain wall, reaching the lower left halfway up the mountainside, and then saw the gap between the devils throwing grenades, and quickly rushed out of the mountain wall cage.

The body rolls in the air, the five senses are fully opened, and the sense is on alert.

Suddenly, there was a "buzzing" in the eardrums, and I was vigilant, this voice was too familiar, was it a bomber?

After checking the mental perception, the back of the shoulders landed on the ground, and the body rolled down against the hillside.

The blast of the grenade shook the hillside, and countless shrapnel "roared" through the air.

This is the sound of tormenting body and mind in the middle of the night, but it has increased the degree, and there is no novelty.

It was mixed with a continuous trill, which shook the space and passed down from the air, like a swarm of poisonous bees.

His mind was racing, and his body fell to the bottom with a "poof", and he felt dizzy in his mind.

Bombers are coming!

It was determined that the crisis was coming, and there was a shock all over the body, and the battle intent rose, mixed with a wave of hatred, which instantly filled the whole body.

He scrambled to his feet, shaking his dizzy head from rolling, and looking up at the sky.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the blue is endless, and a touch of glow is rendered, adding a touch of charm to the vast sky.

It's beautiful, it's showy, but it's not in the mood to appreciate it, and there's no time to spare.

Concentrate on the eastern airspace with your eyes locked on, searching for the answer in your mind.

I saw it, a lump of iron, the morning sun shone on the fuselage, reflecting a dazzling light, flashing and flying.

Damn little devil, this is a deliberate attempt to kill Lao Tzu!

Yang Guan almost died under the bombing of the bombers last night, and only today did he see their true colors, and a wave of hatred erupted in his heart.

"All evacuated, immediately, immediately." Yang Guan shouted sideways to the mountain bag, his feet already moving.

Take revenge, Lao Tzu must beat you down...... He kept chattering in his heart, his eyes were full of hatred, his teeth were tight, and his face was cold.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" Pan Yunfeng exclaimed in surprise, not understanding the intention of his righteous brother.

Yang Guan didn't reply, he didn't look back, he just waved his hand behind him, and quickened the pace of running, the target, the side of the sheep's intestines.

Instead of retreating, it went against common sense, everyone didn't understand, and they were terrified when they looked at the direction he was running.

The little devil's grenades were still being thrown at the ridge, not hesitating to consume, messy and disorderly, dense and constantly spreading.

The grenade exploded like boiling water, blooming at the top and north of the mountain, setting off firecracker-like fireworks and setting off a sandstorm.

The morning breeze blew, and the sand and dust combined with the smoke filled the mountain bag, gradually migrating to the south, straight into the sky.

God-given opportunity, Lao Tzu is going to take revenge.

Yang Guan peeked out of a fighter plane, which was blown up by the little devil for most of the night, and he was fed up, he wanted to fight back, and he also needed to seize a weapon that he could take advantage of.

The figure flickered on the sheep's intestines, his eyes scanned ahead, his five senses were on alert, and he cautiously and quickly rushed into the south side of the mountain bag.

The sand and dust on the ramp were flying, and as the wind swept away, the impact of the explosion was triggered, and it fell down the south slope in chaos.

Trampling on the intestines of a sheep located halfway up the mountainside, holding a katana in his right hand, he quickly approached a little devil, approached, and then swung his knife and slashed down.

Blood splashed, and the little devil's head rolled down the hill with a "bang".

At this moment, there was a loud "buzzing" sound in the sky, accompanied by the sound of "Xiuxiu" and the explosion of grenades, mixed into a piercing sonic boom.

At the same time, the little devil began to evacuate, only to see a few vague shadows, crowded on the sheep's intestines and retreated sharply south.

If you want to run, you think it's your own vegetable garden, and you can come and go casually?

With the strength of his feet, his speed doubled, and he rushed into the group of little devils, swinging his knife and slashing, setting off a bloody wind.

"Ah, the enemy attacked, the people attacked ......," exclaimed a little devil outside, trembling and pulling the bolt.

Striding straight stab, the tip of the knife pierced his heart, and he suddenly lost his function, and fell off the unloaded 38 big cover with a "click".

The screams of the little devils disappeared into the dust, and the fleeing devil soldiers ignored them, maybe they didn't hear them, they just ran forward like a desperate person.

At this time, the bomber dropped a bomb and landed in the valley on the north side to "boom" and explode.

The heart trembled inadvertently, the whole body was cold, and he was not in a hurry to think about it, and his steps were strengthened again, and he rushed forward quickly.

As soon as he took a few steps, the ramp behind him and the entire mountain bag swayed in the artillery fire, and the earth and rocks broke and cracked.

A wave of sand and dust was set off, and it quickly swung in all directions, and the black smoke miasma filled a large area.

The body was shocked and trembled, but fortunately it was not hit by shrapnel.

With the help of this impact, his feet hit the ground continuously, and his body was like an arrow off the string, cutting through the sand tide with a "whoosh" and chasing the little devil.

The devil soldiers were frightened and cursed in the sand tide, the damned executor, who did not care about the lives and safety of his subordinates, was brutal...... Giving birth to a son without a handle......

Under the shroud of death, the little devil bursts out of all his bad roots, violence, selfishness, rampage, and a collection of sins.

This filthy race should not live in the world, let it all die.

Yang Guan rushed into the crowd of little devils, slashed his head with a katana, killed all the way to the corner of another mountain, and then crashed into the pile of devils to start the slaughter.

There was no shadow in the dust, and the little devil could only see the path clearly by relying on the flashlight, and they were all lying down or lying on the ground.

With the assistance of far beyond ordinary people's eyesight, it is not difficult to slaughter the little devils, it is because the little devils have created such a slaughter scene because they have done too much.

The sharp blade slashed continuously, and I don't know how many kills, so he blindly swung the knife, slashed, and slashed, and killed in about twenty-five seconds in the extremely fast run.

Yang Guan wanted to continue slashing and not miss such an excellent opportunity, but a heavy machine gun appeared in front of him, which made him quickly change his attention.

Quickly put away the knife, bent down to pick up the crane gun, skillfully checked it, it was in good condition, quickly put the chain magazine on his back, and started to climb the hill.

After successfully reaching the summit and looking up, I saw bombers hovering in the sky and dropping a string of special explosive bombs, which exploded to the ground.

At an altitude of more than 1,300 meters, the flight speed is one-third slower than that of a fighter jet, and the shape is more than twice as large.

There were eight of them, circling in circles, bombing in turns.

The sand and dust are blowing, and you can roughly see these situations.

Quickly erect machine guns, placed on top of the spikes.

Ready, raise the gun to aim, enter the shooting state in silence, and put aside all distractions.

Mental arithmetic is running at full capacity, northeast wind, wind force 5, humidity ......

Lock on to the target, enter the firing point, pull the trigger, and the bullet "da-da" shoots out, with a wave of hatred, angrily rushing into the blue sky.

It pierced through the morning fog, traveled through a space of more than 1,000 meters, accurately hit the fuel tank of a bomber, and exploded at the moment of piercing.

Successfully knocked out one one, corrected the muzzle, quickly locked on to the other, pulled the trigger, and the bullet "clicked" out.

At this time, the bomber changed direction, flew towards itself, and dropped a long line of aerial bombs...... (To be continued.) )