"......

The rain once again enveloped the city, casting a cold veil over it, along with the blood stains left over from the previous three days, and of course, the smoke of war that surrounded the air.

If you look down from above, you will see where the remaining half is, the river in the distance is flowing as usual, but the bridge above has collapsed, and the surrounding buildings have been covered with a layer of decay and death after days of fighting.

Among them, there is a person, lying on the 7th floor of a building, covered by rubble and various debris, through the empty floor-to-ceiling windows, constantly using a telescope to look at the surrounding situation.

"7 o'clock direction, 750 meters away, 3rd floor, 3 people, NATO coalition forces, 11 o'clock direction, 1100 meters away, 3rd floor, 4 people, old Maozi ......"

The voice kept popping out of his mouth, and then slowly continued to move his gaze, observing everything around him......

The time on his watch slowly came to 12 o'clock, he glanced slightly, then crawled back slightly, until he hid behind a desk, then straightened himself up and felt for a half-pack of compressed biscuits from his pocket.

This is the dialect, and now two days have passed since he escaped from the residential area, and now he is living the eighth day of coming to this world.

The cordon found from the sniper was placed on a staircase on the 5th floor, as only one secure staircase on the 5th floor led to the 6th floor, and the other two had collapsed.

At the same time, there is a 6th-floor building next to this building, and as long as you need to jump out of the window on the 7th floor in the other direction, you can jump on top of the roof and escape through the various connected buildings.

As it stands, the hideout found last night is unusually perfect for the dialect, and the only thing that can be escaped and defended is that there is no food in it.

But don't you have to know how to be satisfied......

Fang Yan shook his head and smiled, shoved the remaining biscuits into his pocket, and then slowly limped to another observation point on this floor.

I don't know when my left leg will collapse, anyway, with this swollen appearance now, I can only say that it can barely be used, I can't guarantee it, I can't guarantee that it will be scrapped after running a few steps, and maybe it won't be scrapped when I return.

How can a person who has only learned a little bit of medicine explain it thoroughly?

Fang Yan thought, looked at the door of this living room, lay directly on the ground, and then crawled towards the window, raised the telescope in his hand, and continued to look around......

"5 o'clock, 2nd floor, 7 people, 2000 meters, Lao Maozi, 2 o'clock ......"

The rain outside was still falling, but it wasn't too heavy, but it also slightly lowered the fighting passion of Lao Maozi and NATO, bringing a few moments of peace to the city......

"Buzz! Airplanes! Airplanes! ”

There was a sudden vibration in one of the pockets on his body, and Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then quickly crawled backwards, until he reached the door, and then he leaned over and came to the side of the stairwell, leaning his ear against the wall.

The cordon is wonderfully set up, after it is bent to a certain extent, it will send a signal to this receiver, but at the same time, it will quickly break from one end, so that the person who crosses it will hardly notice the abnormality.

It's a small and delicate object, but it's especially useful for people on the battlefield.

Imagine, when you think that you have sneaked to the side of the lurking enemy, and you are still snickering in your heart, but suddenly find that the other party has pointed the gun at you, at that time, you must have 10,000 horses galloping in your heart.

"Click! Click! Click! ”

The footsteps are soft, and there is only one, so you don't have to run!

Fang Yan thought, slowly took out his pistol, and after pulling the bolt, he slowly pulled out the military thorn......

"Whew!"

The tip of the thorn cut through the air, but unexpectedly did not stab any object, and Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then felt that a person had hit him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The sound continued to sound as the man rolled down, and Fang Yan quickly pointed the pistol in the direction of the man below, but did not pull the trigger in the first place.

A boy, perhaps more appropriately, a boy of twelve or thirteen, was rolling down the stairs and hitting the wall.

But instead of shouting or screaming, he quickly straightened up and prepared to raise his pistol.

“Do’t move！”

Fang Yan screamed, and at the same time, his index finger tightened slightly, and the vigilance in his eyes did not disappear because the other party was a child.

If he dares to continue to raise the muzzle of the gun, then he will definitely shoot, definitely!

Fang Yan took a deep breath, looked at the wet boy below, the muzzle of the gun did not shake at all, and the fluctuations in his eyes slowly disappeared, and finally slowly firmed up.

Cherish the opportunity I give you, otherwise, you can't blame me......

“TKO Bbi？”

A question came out of the boy's mouth, he looked at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, finally put his pistol down, and then slowly raised his hands, but his eyes were still full of stubbornness.

“ho are you？” Fang Yan asked, then stared at the boy closely.

“TKO Bbi?”

It was still the same question, it was the same tone, but the dialect didn't understand the meaning of the sentence at all, and silence and solidification began to spread in the stairwell, and an adult in the old Maozi military uniform, with a pistol, pointed at a boy, a boy with a rifle on his back.

"!"

Fang Yan scolded abruptly, and sweat oozed slightly from his head, and his intuition told him that it would be good to shoot directly, but his index finger could not be buckled.

At this time, he even had an idea, if he was so slow by two points just now, let this boy raise his pistol, wouldn't there be so many things?

"Huaxia?"

A dissimilar Mandarin came out of the boy's mouth, but the dialect stayed in place, he looked at the boy below, and then asked tentatively, "Can you understand what I said?" ”

"I can understand something!"

It was a stiff sentence in Mandarin again, listening to the dialect, but he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy below, and said directly, "Kick the gun away, and then untie your shirt!" ”

The boy was stunned, looked at the dialect and the swarthy muzzle of the gun, slowly kicked the pistol away, and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt......

No bombs, that's fine!

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the boy and shouted again, "Put your hands on top of your head and walk up slowly!" ”

The boy listened, stood up with his hands raised, walked slowly up the stairs, and then stopped in the hallway at the signal of Fang Yan's eyes.

"Don't move! Or you'll die! Fang Yan said coldly, looking at the boy who was only two meters away from him, and put away the pistol and military thorn.

But the boy in front of him lit up when Fang Yan put away the gun, and instantly rushed up, and then kicked directly at Fang Yan's three inches below his umbilicus.

instantly retracted his legs, and then clamped the boy's legs, and at the same time clamped the two restless hands with both hands, Fang Yan looked at the boy who was still struggling, and the stubborn boy for a year, a fire came up directly.

Then he directly turned the boy's body over, and then pressed it to the ground, and slapped it down with a few slaps.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

"You are so desperate to fight the nation, right, you are going to turn the sky upside down, you can also learn from the black tiger, and you will also steal peaches from the monkey, will you still fish for the moon under the sea and smash the yellow dragon ......"