“piu！ Bang! ”

The bullet kept cutting through the air around him, and then hit the trees next to him, and Fang Yan watched, constantly running forward, while borrowing the trees as cover to dodge, and firing two shots by the way.

But the people behind him are like kraft candy, no matter how they can't get rid of it, although the distance is gradually getting farther away, but the people behind him are not in a hurry, they are not in a hurry to catch up, and they are not in a hurry to shoot.

It seems, like a hunter is constantly driving its prey into a pre-arranged trap?

“piu！”

A slight flash of fire came out of the silencer again, and Fang Yan immediately withdrew his gun, not caring about the outcome of the battle, but observing the surroundings slightly, and then selectively deviated a little from the direction in which he was originally going.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The gunshots behind him obviously began to intensify, and the dialect listened, and the corners of his mouth also led to a bit of a sarcastic smile, not paying attention to these bullets that could barely hit him, but taking advantage of this reverse slope, he turned around a little and ran towards the mountains next to him.

The gunshots paused slightly, and the seemingly continuous heavy rain was finally a little smaller, but the temperature around it became colder and colder, and a little snow finally appeared in the field of vision of the dialect.

The cold, from all over the body, constantly stimulates the nerves of the dialect, and the soaked clothes do not have the slightest warmth function, but add a bit of coldness......

“piu！ piu！ Bang! Bang! ”

The gunshot rang out again, Fang Yan smiled, and continued to run forward, but he also knew that he couldn't run for too long, because the pain in his left leg had become more and more intense, but before he couldn't run, he felt that the people behind him would definitely not be able to run first.

"Smack!"

A sound was extremely abrupt, and a large piece of wood was directly knocked down from the trees next to it, and at the same time, the distant gunfire also came from another direction, and over there, it was the pursuing Richard team.

After a slight glance, Fang Yan immediately analyzed his current situation - being attacked from two sides, from 8 o'clock and 3 o'clock.

"It's over!"

Fang Yan cursed, put the sniper rifle back on his back, then took out the automatic rifle, hid behind a tree in front of him, looked at the figure in the direction of Richard's team, and after a few shots, continued to run ahead.

The distance did not widen again, but began to slowly close due to the fact that the speed and route of the dialect were limited by the attack from both sides, and the dialect's face began to be gloomy, and then he quickly turned his head to look around, and finally focused his eyes on the high slope in front.

"Click!"

The sound of the thimble hitting the air came from the rifle in his hand, Fang Yan watched, quickly pulled out and ran forward, while unloading the magazine, stuffing it into the tactical pocket, and quickly pulled out one and loaded it on the rifle, then pulled the bolt, and began to shoot at the pursuers behind him under the cover of the trees.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Syllable! ”

The firelight kept flashing at the muzzle of the gun, and the rain was a little sparse again, but the mountain road mixed with snow became more and more muddy, he exhaled, turned around and ran towards the top of the slope step by step.

The distance between the two began to close at a slow but steady pace, and the sound of his heartbeat began to become more and more obvious, and gradually, he could even hear the faint shouting behind him.

"Pounce!"

The left foot, as if hooked something, the dialect fell forward in an instant, and at the same time, a heart-piercing pain also came from the original fracture.

"Shhh

Fang Yan gasped, listened to the constant gunshots around him, rolled to the side, quickly shrank behind a tree, and then supported the ground and slowly stood up.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

The surrounding trees were constantly being shot out of shallow craters one after another, Fang Yan glanced at it slightly, then turned his head to look at the top of the slope in front of him, ran slowly towards it with his body bent over, and then lay on the reverse slope.

At this time, the whole space seemed to return to a kind of silence, he took a breath, put the rifle behind his back, took out the sniper rifle, removed the night vision device on his eyes, and slowly leaned his head up.

“piu！”

A slight voice sounded from the top of the slope, and Fang Yan immediately let go of his index finger, and then quickly pulled himself back and ran to the side.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

A series of dull sounds sounded in the position just now, Fang Yan looked at it, lay down again, looked through the scope, aimed at the position of Berniger's team, and then looked at the person holding the micro-probe of the intercom, and pulled his trigger.

“piu！ Ping! ”

With a soft sound, the person in the scope leaned back directly, and at the same time, the dialect who had buried his head heard a loud noise, and involuntarily tilted his head back, sliding directly down the slope.

", phew!"

Fang Yan spat out a few mouthfuls of mud and sand, touched his helmet, only to find that a deep cut had been drawn on it, and there was only a little wreckage left in the original night vision device.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out again when Fang Yan ran out for less than three hundred meters, and then, it began to become more and more dense and loud, Fang Yan listened, hid directly behind a tree next to him, closed his eyes slightly, began to breathe rapidly, and held the rifle in his hand tightly with both hands.

The mountains and rivers are full of doubts, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and there is no village......

"Huh!"

A chuckle burst out of Fang Yan's mouth, and he crouched down slightly, slowly, stretched out his rifle from behind the tree, and then, clenched his index finger, looked into the dark jungle ahead.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, Fang Yan was stunned, looked at his index finger that had not yet been pulled, and then turned his head to look in the direction of the gun, which was different from the rifle in his hand—the high slope on the side......

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The gunshots began to intensify, and two different gunshots began to mix in the mountains and forests of the rain curtain, listening to the dialect, a smile slowly bloomed on his face, and then he slowly put down his rifle, lay down his body, and slowly crawled into the distance.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, the willows and flowers are bright and another village, the warmth of Lao Maozi is too timely!