"Da! Da! Da! ”

The sound of gunfire, resounding in the silent mountain forest, spread far and wide, and the Grim Reaper began to wield his scythe, direct the machine armament, and play a symphony about death.

At the beginning, the company commander was lucky enough to ignore his own team of survivors when the mechs passed by.

And the so-called queen of the palace, in fact, also has two intentions, one is to hang himself and others behind the team to observe the movements of the mechanical troops, and the other is to buy a little time for the people who walk in front when the mechanical troops find themselves.

A beam of light began to sweep towards this mountain forest from above, and it looked so dazzling under the foggy sky at this time.

The company commander looked back at the team that had not yet run far, he grinned, the scar on his face twitched, looking extremely hideous, this is a memorial left in the last war, and it is also a pain that can never be erased in the bottom of his heart.

He didn't know why he made such an impulsive choice, because the queen of the palace often meant death, it could be that he had just woken up and his head was not awake, or it could be that the bullet passed through the comrade in front of him, slashed through his face, and then cut off a certain part of the nerve, making him stupid, even stupid.

"Brothers, copy guys!" He shouted, raised his gun, and began to move through the forest.

All the arrangements were laid out before the mechanized troops discovered them, and in the face of the current situation, guerrilla warfare may be the best choice.

The team on the side hadn't gone far, their speed in the mountains was noticeably slower than that of the mech, and now, it was the battle team behind the palace that was competing with the Grim Reaper.

"Whew! Shout! Shout! ”

The rocket, drawing a conspicuous mark in the sky, then crashed into this mountain forest, and the fire began to burst out, and a huge sound resounded through the heavens and the earth.

……

"What's the situation?" Fang Yan picked up the anti-materiel sniper rifle next to him, walked out of the tent directly, and saw Zhao Cheng, who was also standing at the door of the tent.

In this era, perhaps the most sensitive are the sound of gunfire and explosions, especially in this silent mountainous area, and the sound of these sounds means that there are still people fighting ahead.

"I don't know, but it must have been over there, someone had an encounter with the mech."

Zhao Cheng pointed to the mountainous area that had been printed red, even if it was separated by three mountains, it was very eye-catching.

"It should be a small force of mechanical troops, with heavy firepower, but not too much." Zhao Cheng continued, turning to look at the mountainous area not far away that reflected a red light, "Rockets, six-barreled Gatling, heavy machine guns of mechanical reptiles......"

"The mechanical troops are coming, and we're going to die!"

"Pack up your things and run!"

"Dad? Father? Where are you? Woo, I'm so scared! ”

In the chaos, Wang Yutong was hit by a person who was in a panic, and fell to the ground constantly looking for his father.

Crying, grief, and scolding, as soon as Zhao Cheng's words fell, they filled this camp, some of them sat on the ground in despair, and some of them were ready to run outside in a panic......

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out in the camp, and Fang Yan held up his pistol, and a puff of green smoke emanated from the muzzle.

"Fucking stop!" Fang Yan yelled, pointed the gun at the person who hit Wang Yutong, walked up and directly raised his leg to kick him to the ground, and then helped Wang Yutong, who was still on the ground, up.

"Who dares to mess around!"

Fang Yan turned his head, looked at the people around him, and yelled, then turned his head to look at Wang Yutong, and said softly, "Yutong, don't be afraid, your father will be back soon!" ”

"Uh......h Dialects, dialect brothers, really? Wang Yutong's sobbing slowly stopped, and there were still two tear stains on his little face, which made people pity.

"True ......"

"Don't move!" A voice came from behind him,

"Shen Kun, what are you doing?"

"Shen Kun, put the gun down!"

Zhao Cheng and Guo Zhu's scolding sounded, Fang Yan's face stiffened with a slight smile, slowly turned around, stood up, and looked at the middle-aged man he had taught the day before yesterday.

"Don't talk!"

Shen Kun shouted, and the small discussion that remained in the entire camp completely disappeared, and Wang Yutong stood behind Fang Yan, who seemed to be affected by this frozen atmosphere, and the sound of sobbing also stopped.

"Don't come here! Hold it! Don't move! ”

Shen Kun swallowed his saliva, his hand holding the pistol trembled a little, and he looked at the dialect that was walking towards him and kept scolding, while he slowly retreated.

"If you come here again, I'll shoot!"

Shen Kun yelled, his index finger pulled the trigger slightly, but he didn't press it.

"You're on!" Fang Yan opened his eyes and yelled, bloodthirsty, slowly emanating from his body, he never thought that one day, he would be pointed at a gun by these so-called own people.

He admits that he is not sorry for these people, and he also admits that he has done enough......

"You shoot!" Fang Yan walked up to Shen Kun and looked directly at the slightly chubby man with his blood-red eyes.

"You're on!"

He yelled again, stretched out his free left hand, grabbed Shen Kun's wrist, and put the muzzle of the gun against his forehead.

"Don't push me!"

Shen Kun's voice trembled, looking at the dialect that seemed to be eating people, the hand holding the gun began to tremble, but it was clamped by the dialect and became more stable.

"I never forced you!" Fang Yan said, looking at Shen Kun's eyes, as if he saw his heart.

"You're pushing me!" Shen Kun gritted his teeth and said, although he trembled and his whole body trembled, but the dialect still saw a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"No!"

"Ahh

The gunshots rang out again, but not 5 kilometers away, but around.

A bullet flew across the cheeks of the dialect, and Shen Kun finally shot it, I don't know why, I don't know why, I don't know why, maybe this person's heart is so complicated.

Fang Yan also fired, but after firing, he froze in place, he didn't want to shoot, but somehow, he shot anyway.

Maybe it was a knee-jerk reaction to use the things in training, he didn't know what was going on, his mind was blank just now.

"Yutong!"

A voice came from not far away, and Wang Bai, who was on guard, finally rushed back, and when he saw Fang Yan and Shen Kun confronting him, he stood quietly aside.

His thoughts returned to Fang Yan's mind, he turned his head in a daze, looked around, and Zhao Cheng, who was squatting in front of him and looking at Shen Kun's situation, was very complicated in his eyes, Wang Bai was rushing towards his daughter, Guo Zhu was stunned at the door of his tent and stayed in place, and the rest of the people were basically stunned, looking at Fang Yan, maybe it was the gun in Fang Yan's hand.

"Dad, my hands hurt so much!" Yutong's crying voice sounded, and Fang Yan turned his head to look at it blankly, the bullet just grazed Wang Yutong's arm and cut a small hole.

The people around him didn't move, and Shen Kun on the ground gradually lost his voice, Fang Yan looked down at his right hand, which was very white, and under the foggy sky, it didn't seem to be stained with a trace of dust......

"Hah! Ha! Ha! Fang Yan smiled abruptly, looking at Zhao Cheng on the ground, with those complicated eyes, he shook his head, took the anti-materiel sniper rifle placed in front of the tent, and walked towards the distance, the red-printed place.

"Dialect ......," Zhao Cheng shouted softly,

"I'll take a look!" Fang Yan waved his hand, interrupted Zhao Cheng's words, and walked towards the distance alone, and only the voices of Wang Bai and Yutong remained in the entire camp......