Only dead enemies are good enemies, and only dead devils are good devils!

One large bullet after another popped out of the chamber of the gun, falling from a height of more than 50 meters, and in the blink of an eye, a magazine was emptied.

The observer immediately handed over the new magazine, and told him uneasily: "You save some!" "Although the caliber of the Type 85 sniper rifle is also 7.62, the usable bullet is the Type 53 machine gun round, which is larger than that used in the 81 bar.

"It's time not to save now." The sniper quickly replaced his magazine with a new one, and was about to shoot when suddenly something fell from above, slashing right in front of the observer's eyes.

The observer thought he was dazzled, but there was a sudden explosion outside the wall, and the explosion suddenly lifted the sniper off the female wall and slammed it on the observer's body.

The observer didn't care about the tenderness on his body, pushed away the sniper on his body, and yelled: "Run!" With that, he pulled the sniper's arm to help him stand up, and pulled the sniper to run.

The sniper was dragged by him to stagger and twist like a drunk, and was almost dragged to the ground by the observer.

As soon as the two ran more than ten meters, their positions were covered by a round of shells, and they were hit by at least five shells.

The shock wave of the explosion blew the two people into a rolling gourd, and they fell heavily into the snow on the rooftop, and when the stunned heads returned to normal, the two turned over and lay on the ground, looking at the small gap that exploded on the female wall, and smirked with palpitations.

It's so suspenseful, and I almost lost my life a little bit.

"Let's go, change places!" After just hitting a magazine, it was covered by artillery fire, and the rooftop said that he couldn't stay any longer.

Although the sniper team only fired ten rounds of ammunition, the two waves of fire from the machine gun team and the sniper team had slaughtered the little devils who rushed to the west side of Building 12, and there was not a single one left who could stand up.

That is, the firing speed of a semi-automatic rifle is okay, and if you change it to a bolt-action rifle that pulls the bolt once with one shot, I am afraid that before you finish the bullet in the gun, you will be killed by the shell of the little devil first.

By this time, Qiang Lei's ears had recovered somewhat. Hearing the sound of gunfire coming from the north, he immediately understood that the first squad had already obtained weapons and was exchanging fire with the little devils.

He ignored the sharp pain in his feet, got up and ran briskly against the wall.

The west side of Building 12 is the main combat zone between the two sides. Running over there is purely looking for death, and only by bypassing the east side of Building 13 can you run back to Building 14 to get weapons.

Building 12 is only half sectional, but the residential buildings in the community are not evenly proportionate, and the number of units is also more or less. Only half of Building 12 remains, and the left and right sides are exactly at the same level as the buildings behind it.

Seeing that he could run to the top of the building more than ten meters further, two guns suddenly appeared in front of him, and the person holding the gun was still behind the wall, and he could only see the front half of the gun and the left hand of the gun.

Before Qiang Lei could react, the two guns fired, and the smoke of gunpowder erupted from the muzzle, and Qiang Lei's ears, which had just improved a little, were once again deaf by the deafening sound of gunfire.

Anyone who has ever shot a target knows that he doesn't feel any noise when he shoots, but when someone around him shoots. The sound would make your ears feel like something was plugged in.

Qiang Lei was startled, instinctively threw himself forward, and quickly raised his pistol.

As soon as he was getting ready, two little devils dressed in yellow and armed with rifles rushed into his sight.

Qiang Lei didn't have time to think about it, and used the fastest speed in his life to clean up the remaining nine bullets in the gun.

The straight-line distance between the two sides was less than ten meters, and Qiang Lei shot again in a lying position, and the little devil who hit the head was shot four times without saying a word, and one of the bullets was so clever that it could no longer hit the side of his nose. One shot cut off the little devil's brain stem.

The other little devil was a little luckier, but he was also shot in the right shoulder, and he threw his rifle on the ground.

The cartridge casing of the last bullet jumped out of the chamber and the pistol sleeve jammed in the rear. The strong thunder that crawled on the ground was like ashes.

The little devil has already made a detour back to the east side of Building 12, and if he wants to get around Building 13, he must run under the noses of the devil soldiers.

The devil soldiers are not the black uncles who stand up straight and shoot at each other for half an hour, and they can't hit an enemy, and it is simply an impossible task to slip under their noses.

There was an interception before the chasing soldiers, and this time it's over!

Strong thunder plunged headlong into the snow.

The icy snow cleared his dizzy brain slightly. He had never been more eager to have a weapon on his body, even if it was just a pencil sharpener.

Qiang Lei slammed his fist on the ground, looked up at the gun next to the little devil's corpse, and gritted his teeth fiercely.

Fight!

Anyway, I killed a little devil, enough of it!

Qiang Lei arched his body like a sprinter, and was about to rush out, when he suddenly heard a burst of gunfire from the north, and the bullets whizzed in front of him.

At the same time that Qiang Lei found the little devil and fell to the ground, He Jun had already successfully run to the east side of Building 14.

The snow severely limited his speed, and the sound of gunfire and echoes made it impossible for him to figure out where the gun was being fired, and he only knew to run forward.

The little devil who went around to the east side of Building 12 sent He Jun, who was running away, and raised his gun to shoot without mercy.

He Jun didn't know that he had been targeted by the little devil at all, the distance between the front and back was only more than 100 meters, and with the little devil's marksmanship, he had almost no chance of escaping.

However, he ran too fast, and he didn't know what was hiding under the snow, so he accidentally tripped over a big horse.

Falling to the snow didn't hurt at all, and as soon as he realized he had fallen, he heard the swishing sound of bullets grazing overhead, but it was immediately muffled by the sound of gunfire coming from behind him.

He Jun's mind was stunned, and he was scared out of white sweat, so he didn't dare to get up at all, and crawled forward with his hands and feet.

As a pseudo-military fan, He Jun also knows that he must not stop when he is targeted by the enemy, but move as hard as possible.

At this time, Qiang Lei's gun rang out, but He Jun couldn't tell where the gun was, and he didn't dare to look back.

Even a highly trained soldier can't face the enemy's guns calmly when he goes to the battlefield for the first time, not to mention that he is just an otaku?

Compared with a real soldier, the military training in college is a joke, how good would it be if the military training in college that year trained him to be a qualified soldier?

It is undeniable that He Jun also had a hero's dream, hoping that one day he could hold a machine gun on the battlefield and kill the enemy one by one.

But dreams are one thing. It's really on the battlefield, it's all flesh and blood, and it's not dead or half-crippled after being shot.

said that he was on the battlefield, and nine out of ten had never been on the battlefield. They are all invincible in the world, powerless with their hands, and they don't have a backache when they stand and talk.

Seeing that he was about to climb to the back of Building 14 and get out of the range of the little devil's shooting, several soldiers who ran away with guns happened to run around the corner.

Seeing this, He Jun immediately shouted: "Back-"

Stayed upstairs and downstairs for seven or eight days. He Jun had already been familiar with the faces of the soldiers, and the two soldiers immediately stopped, one of the soldiers named Lan Zhiqiang leaned against the corner of the wall and showed a small half of his face, trying his best to squint his eyes to observe the situation in the direction of Building 12.

Lan Zhiqiang saw more than a dozen little devils at a glance, the situation was critical, he rolled over and broke away from the protection of Building 14, and he was on the ground and shot at gunpoint.

Maybe he was too nervous, or in order to deter the little devil, Lan Zhiqiang pulled the trigger and didn't let go, and the flames of the muzzle flickered frequently. The sound of the gunfire shook He Jun dizzy and almost fainted.

The discharged bullet flew quickly less than a meter away from He Jun's side, and the pungent smoke clouded his head and face.

One after another, the bullet casings that jumped out of the chamber fell one after another beside He Jun, and the sneering sound was endless.

He never knew that the vicinity of the muzzle of the shot could be so crazy.

Lan Zhiqiang ran out of bullets in a blink of an eye, and although the little devils on the opposite side all fell, none of them were hit.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, the fighters hiding behind the corners immediately jumped out and lay on the ground to shoot.

He Jun, who was stunned by the gunshot, didn't slow down for a while, and finally got used to the gunshot, and he hurriedly crawled forward. I managed to climb to the back of Building 14 and entered a safe area.

He was too nervous, but the distance of more than three meters was so tired that he leaned against the foot of the wall and snorted and couldn't breathe evenly.

Lan Zhiqiang, who ran out of bullets, quickly changed the magazine. The empty magazines that had been depleted were casually thrown aside.

Probably because the enemy's return fire was not effective, Lan Zhiqiang, who changed into a live magazine, did not shoot immediately, but lay there and waited to avoid the two of them running out of bullets at the same time.

He Jun didn't know what the name of the soldier who was shooting was, only that his surname was Sha, which was not very common. That's why He Jun remembered.

The sound of the gunfire was too hurtful to his ears, and He Jun grinned and moved a little farther away.

Although it only moved more than ten meters, the intensity of the gunfire seemed to have dropped by more than half, but it was a little loud, and it was no longer as deafening as before.

He Jun finally breathed a sigh of relief, and with a loud bang, there was a bang between the two soldiers, and a ball of fire and slush and minced flesh flew into the sky, and the oncoming shock wave pushed He Jun backwards like a wall.

The gunfire stopped abruptly, and as soon as He Jun's mind cleared up, he felt that something had hit the side of his head. Quickly sit up and be stupid all at once.

Landing on his head was a broken tactical horse clip, the underside of two magazines peeking out of the remaining magazine pouch.

The line of sight extended outward, the warrior surnamed Sha was no longer in his original position, but less than two meters in front of him, half of the clothes on his body were gone, his body was blown up like a rag doll, there were blood holes everywhere, his two eyes stared at He Jun stunned, and blood foamed out of his mouth.

The people killed by the shells in the movie were all in good clothes, but He Jun remembered seeing where he saw that the shock wave of the explosion would tear the clothes on people's clothes, and on the real battlefield, people killed by shells often did not have their clothes covered.

It seems that the warrior surnamed Sha was blown away by the explosion and fell in front of him.

Despite being blown away by the shell, he held the gun tightly, and it didn't look damaged.

Looking further away, Lan Zhiqiang lay on the ground and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, probably far away from the explosion point, the clothes on his body were still intact, but half of his body had been stained red with blood, and eighty percent was not alive.

Suddenly, the body of the warrior surnamed Sha twitched violently a few times, the last bit of life in his eyes disappeared, and he stared at the two eyes and swallowed his last breath.

How so?

He Jun's mind was in a mess, and two living lives disappeared in front of his eyes, not because of an accident, not because of the climate, but because they were killed by the cannon of the little devil!

A stream of blood suddenly rushed to the top of He Jun's head, he dragged the broken tactical horse clip, draped it on his body indiscriminately, and took the rifle with a hot barrel from the hand of the soldier surnamed Sha, who was not blind, removed the magazine that had almost run out and replaced it with a full one, and glanced at the ruler, the number on the end of the meter was 1 representing the 100-meter ruler.

The 81 bar is the after-target rifle he used in military training in college, and it is also the only rifle he is familiar with.

During military training in college, I learned to shoot with a Type 81 rifle, and the ruler 1 aimed at a target of 100 meters, and if the target was farther away, it was necessary to raise the muzzle and aim higher.

If you shoot at a 100-meter target with ruler three, you must aim at the stomach when you hit the chest.

Finally, he pulled the insurance to the "1" position.

Although he picked up the gun, He Jun knew that he had a few pounds and a few taels, and he had only shot a few bullets, and his shooting level was simply miserable, it was easy to shoot, but it was difficult to hit the target.

He is not a soldier and has no duty to fight, but he can give up the battle and wait for the little devils to rush up? With the urine nature of the little devil, no resident of the community will want to survive.

What's more, every Chinese person is familiar with the all-people War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression a few decades ago, and even if they don't understand it, they can't stand the indiscriminate bombardment of movies and TV series, and they can more or less say something useful.

What happens once the little devils capture the residents of the community?

If the little devil knew the course of World War II......

If the little devil knew the consequences of the attack on Pearl Harbor......

If the little devil knew about the Battle of Midway......

If the Germans knew through the little devils the serious consequences of attacking the Soviet Union......

If......

Any one hypothesis could have shaped the outcome of World War II and thus completely changed history, if the victorious country of World War II became a defeated country......

He Jun didn't dare to think about it anymore, and his hand holding the gun even trembled with his assumptions.

No matter what, the little devil can't be allowed to succeed, even if it kills the innocent residents who fall into the hands of the little devil!

With so many community residents, how many of them can swear to death under the butcher's knife of the little devil? Even if it is himself, he does not dare to guarantee that when he is pointed at the head by the little devil with a gun, he will have the backbone to see death as if he were home.

If you want to die, you have to die in battle, and you can't fall into the hands of little devils in any case!

He Jun gritted his teeth secretly, but he knew very well that his level, even if the distance between him and the little devil was only more than 100 meters, it would be difficult to hit the target. (To be continued.) )