The intense shooting only lasted for a few seconds, but in Xiang Nanxing's senses, it seemed as if it was a few minutes long. In this thick smoke full of gunsmoke, he couldn't even see his own hands, and could only know that Nangong Qian was still by his side by the touch of his arm. He bent down and fished his hand at his feet, and heard a cough - the man he had pulled over was still there.

"Alert in the front, change the magazine in the rear!"

A majestic man's voice came from the other end of the fog, followed by the crackling sound of magazines being replaced. Xiang Nanxing closed his eyes, counted the number of sounds, and silently counted the number of enemies. The man at his feet seemed to want to say something, and as soon as he said the word "I" out loud, he covered his mouth.

"How?" Nangong Qian asked in a low voice. She was already grasping the handle of the gun and was eager to try. The smoke bomb was obviously Jiang Liang's last resort to dodge the attack, but at this time, it became a help for them to fight back. Sniper-level eyesight is enough to help her spot her target earlier when the smoke clears, which makes the roles of hunter and prey reversed. For these enemies who dare to surprise her, she is confident that she will be caught off guard by the other party.

"There are four people who change the magazine, and if the number of people in the front and rear rows is the same, counting the commander himself, there are nearly ten people, which is very tricky." Xiang Nanxing shook Nangong Qian's hand with his backhand, "Guarding in two rows is a strategy to guard against sharpshooters, even if you are difficult to put down all of them in one go." Wait for now, it's dangerous to rush out. ”

"And, too, we'll have to see what's going on on our side." He gritted his teeth and said.

At the moment of sudden change in the wind and clouds just now, Xiang Nanxing's reaction was not only fast, but also correct. No matter how dense the shooting is, the corners and corners are not easy to hit, and putting the body against the wall and the ground will significantly reduce the area of the shot. In the round of strafing just now, Xiang Nanxing and Nangong Qian, as well as the person on the ground who was pulled over by him, miraculously missed a shot.

It's just that the others weren't so lucky. After everything had calmed down, a groan of pain began to be heard on the ground. These people were shot, but they did not feel any pain in their bodies in the extreme panic just now, and only then did they react.

Xiang Nanxing's body moved slightly, and then he paused stiffly.

This time, Nangong Qian held his hand tightly.

"Don't go!" She lowered her voice, but she couldn't suppress the anxiety in her voice, "Even if the smoke blocks the vision, the ears can still hear it, just shoot directly in the direction of the sound!" Anyone with a gun will make such a choice! ”

"You can't save them, you just go out and die!"

Xiang Nanxing bit his lip tightly, feeling the faint smell of blood slowly seeping into his throat from the tip of his tongue and nose, making his voice astringent.

"I know."

His shrugged shoulders slumped, and his tense arms slowly relaxed. Just when Nangong Qian thought he had figured it out and was about to let go of his hand, he suddenly shook her off with a hard stry, and kicked his backward foot on the wall!

With the force of the wall's recoil, his arched back stiffened violently, as if the released spring rushed forward at full speed!

At this moment, the dense gunfire rang out again! With screams of pain, bits of blood splattered and painted on the gray smoke screen.

"You've done a great job this time, it's amazing." Ruda said lightly.

said "amazing" on his lips, but from the bottom of his heart, he looked down on the old man behind him who bowed his head and waist. As a soldier, he advocated a frontal battle that was above board, but he did not reject winning with wisdom. It's just the same strategy, the ambush is at most to catch people off guard, at least to fight with the other party with real knives and guns, but on the contrary, it is to deceive the other party's trust first, and then stab him from behind, this behavior is fraud in life, and it belongs to the next three indiscriminate means.

Of course, regardless of the means, the credit for bringing the enemy to the intended place cannot be denied. But at the end of the day, it was Rueda and his men who decided the outcome. Without the backing of strong force, those schemes are meaningless.

Strength. Only strength is the final deciding factor. This is not only Luda, but also the consistent concept of most Xifeng people. Therefore, when Bai Su issued a mission on behalf of the royal family to lead a team to kill the exiled prince and his party who tried to invade the palace, Ruda agreed without much hesitation. Although in terms of ranking, the first prince in exile and the four princesses overseas are higher than the heir in the royal family at this time, but the former is already a marginal person in this country, and there are only a few followers around him who can't see the situation clearly, but the latter has the support of Bai Su and most of the country behind him.

Those who know the times are Junjie, and Ruda has understood this truth since he was a child. Therefore, although he despised the methods used by the old man behind him, he did not have the slightest disdain for the position he had chosen. It still takes a lot of courage to dare to betray the royal family and join the camp of the stronger.

Just as he was thinking, a member of the team next to him whispered, "Captain, do you want to go over and have a look?" ”

Ahead was a cloud of smoke, and the pungent smell was a bit choking, but what was even more tricky was that it completely obscured the view, and it was impossible to see inside. Ruda remembers that before he gave the order to shoot, the First Prince, who had fled with his back to them, threw what looked like a smoke bomb from under his armpit. The sudden burst of smoke made them lose their target, and they could only temporarily strafe by feeling, whether they hit or not, and how many people they hit, it is still unclear and needs to be further investigated.

But not yet, at least not yet. Ruda shook his head slightly.

The first prince made the correct response to retreat at the first time when he was attacked, not only opening his mouth to warn his companions, but also releasing smoke bombs in time to minimize the damage. It can be seen that the other side has long been prepared for things like attacks. Although he himself probably didn't have time to dodge the strafing shot just now, it was not ruled out that a miracle would happen, not to mention, some of his companions just now also reacted in time.

If the opponent can survive this round of shooting, he may be waiting for a counterattack in the smoke.

"The other party is not a small role, don't be careless," he whispered to the team member next to him who made the suggestion, and then raised his voice, "The front row is on alert, and the rear row is changing the magazine!" ”

This is the team cooperation that they usually practice, and it is naturally not difficult to execute. The well-trained team members lined up in two rows tacitly, with the four team members who had deliberately reserved ammunition in the previous round of strafing to stand in front of them, alerted to a possible counterattack, and the four behind quickly changed magazines. This is a flaw deliberately exposed by Ruda, although there are two rows of positions here to cover each other, but in these few seconds, their firepower is the weakest, and they are also the most vulnerable to attack, and they can only form a fire suppression again after changing magazines. If the opponent still has the strength to counterattack, even if he does not have the certainty of a strong attack, he should know that this is the last chance, and he has to fight to the death.

Ruda raised his gun towards the smoke, took a deep breath, and waited patiently. For a second, two seconds, his ears automatically filtered out the sound of the team crackling and changing magazines, the sound of empty cartridge casings falling to the ground, and just listened intently to the sound in front of him. He vaguely heard someone talking, and lowered his voice, as if discussing something. Ruda tried to listen more closely, but the painful moans of the victims began to appear, muffling out the already faint voices.

But it doesn't matter, he thought.

He had already heard the sound of the magazine being replaced, and a new round of strafing followed. This is still the same local suppression tactic that they have practiced countless times: the rear row forwards, firing to suppress, the original front row staying in place to change magazines, and repeating the cycle, they always maintain the fire of four submachine guns, enough to suppress any enemy in a small area.

"Captain, do you want to fight?" The team member next to him asked.

Ruda opened his mouth slightly, but suddenly hesitated.

It seems, everything is going well. Although the first wave of strafing could not be aimed and fired again, the firepower of the nine submachine guns was enough to cover the entire aisle, and the opponent could not be spared even if he lay down. Even if there were a few lucky survivors, just now he had deliberately set aside a chance for the other party to fight back as a test, but the other party couldn't do anything in the end, which shows that even if there are still people alive, they are already powerless.

Now that the magazines have been replaced, all that remains is to sweep the battlefield and kill the wounded. Nine out of ten are secure, and the victory is in hand.

But, is that really the case?

Many thoughts flashed through Ruda's mind, and suddenly, a sneer appeared at the corner of his slightly open mouth.

"Shoot!"

He gave the order, and the four people in the back row stepped forward and picked up their guns to start the second round of volleys. According to the usual tactics, they followed the direction of the groaning while walking steadily forward into the smoke.

One step, two steps, Ruda's muzzle slowly raised, aimed at the backs of the players in front of him, and then slowly went up.

He suddenly turned on the tactical flashlight attached under the barrel in the direction of the ceiling in front of him.

This sudden move made the players slightly stunned, but the long-term training allowed their bodies to react immediately. The four members of the team who were originally shooting at the front immediately ceased fire, stopped, and maintained a posture of guarding the surroundings with their guns, while the four members of the rear row who quickly changed their magazines reflexively raised their guns and pointed in the direction marked by the captain with light.

In the next second, the four of them opened their mouths in surprise.

I saw that above the smoke that gradually dissipated, a person had climbed on the ceiling of the originally flat secret passage. He pressed his hands and feet against the ceiling, his back slightly arched, motionless, silent the whole time. If it weren't for the light of Ruda's flashlight, I'm afraid no one here would have discovered his existence.

This is Jiang Liang, the first prince of Xifeng. Dozens of seconds earlier, they had almost managed to kill him.

However, at this time, his movements completely violated the principle of gravity, almost like a huge gecko attached to the top of his head, and this strange sight made the team members fearful.

On the contrary, Jiang Liang, who was discovered, was extremely calm.

"You're Ruda in the palace secret guard, aren't you?" He actually started to say hello, "I've heard you." Experienced, cautious, and an excellent talent who is not inferior to the host, no wonder he found me. ”

"The prince's methods are also excellent, and the preparation is also very thorough." Although Ruda had not yet pulled the trigger, the hand holding the gun did not dare to relax at all, "The reaction to throw a smoke bomb after the attack is perfect, and after that, not only does not roll to avoid the bullet, but risks jumping up, this courage is unparalleled." ”

He narrowed his eyes and surveyed the position of the other's hands.

"You have a climbing hook made of hard minerals like diamond. Hold your hands to the ceiling and use your waist and abdomen to press your body up to avoid strafing. When we're halfway through the battlefield and we're halfway there, you'll ......."

"What a ploy." He sneered, "Smoke grenades appear to be used to affect shooting, but they are actually used to conceal one's figure; I think people are in front of me, but in fact they are above my head. Each of your tricks is full of false inducements, which are frightening. ”

"That's a good analysis."

Jiang Liang laughed and applauded. seems to be appreciated, but this action not only made the hearts of the players below tremble, but also made Ruda's smile freeze directly on his face. As Jiang Liang's hands left the wall, his upper body hung down, hanging upside down on the ceiling with only his feet, shaped like a bat, which looked even more weird.

This action is actually a public mockery of Ruda's analysis.

"Die!"

Finally, some team members couldn't resist the oppressive atmosphere and couldn't help but pull the trigger. Someone made the first move, and the other three also threw their baggage behind and fired one after another. But as early as the moment before they started, Jiang Liang seemed to foresee this scene, and kicked with his feet first, and the whole person rushed into the smoke below the passage like a ghost.

The shots aimed at the ceiling missed their heads, and the other members of the team who were on alert couldn't even keep up with their movements. Just as Luda commanded everyone to adjust the muzzle of their guns, preparing to fire another round of indiscriminate strafing at the smoke, Jiang Liang's lazy voice came from the smoke again.

"Is that really good?" There seemed to be sarcasm in his voice, "All the muzzles are ...... in one direction"

"'I thought I was in the front, but in fact I was in the back.'"

In the latter sentence, he imitated Ruda's tone just now, and learned vividly. Ruda was furious and was about to give the order to shoot, but suddenly felt a chill in his chest. As soon as he looked down, he saw a bright blade coming out of the middle of his sternum, and the warm blood was a step late, gurgling out of the wound.

"Who's ......"

Instinctively, he grabbed the blade and reluctantly turned his head to meet the smiling eyes of the old man behind him.

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