How did Qiang Lei know that the sniper broke all the machine guns in order to stop the devil's machine gunner from shooting at the helicopter, otherwise he would definitely be reluctant to give up this 81 bar.

He Jun happily put the gun on his shoulder, touched the tattered tactical vest on his body, and was satisfied in his heart, and directly led the three gangsters into the woods in the snow, ready to join the team cleaning the battlefield.

There are not many tall trees in the woods, but there are many low bushes, although the cold winter makes the forest wither, and the snow is thicker than in the community, and you can't go forward without pulling your legs high.

Not only that, but the thick snow also drilled into the trouser leg one by one.

After a few steps, the shoes and pants were stuffed with snow, and then the snow was turned into cold snow water by body temperature, and the melted snow flowed down the ankles, first soaking the sock and then the cotton shoes.

How uncomfortable it feels to wear a pair of wet shoes on a cold day is only known if you have experienced it yourself.

The snow seriously slowed down the forward speed of several people, and before they had walked a few tens of meters, the trio of Qiang Lei and the gangsters were exhausted and out of breath.

"When will this get to the place?" Awkwardly grinning and pulling out his legs that were deep in the snow, one carelessly lost his balance and sat on the snow.

He weighed the heaviest of the trio, but the snow on the ground was so thick that he couldn't sit to the bottom.

He Jun glanced into the depths of the trees: "Far away!" "The soldiers had set out seven or eight minutes early, but they had only just arrived on the ground.

Don't cry and say with a sad face: "I'm not going, okay?" ”

He Jun said without looking back: "Now I can get a gun." ”

Awkward, immediately shut his mouth and moved forward.

Nothing can compare to the allure of a gun to a boy.

He Jun gasped and stopped, and looked back at Deng Shi speechless.

The gangster trio automatically and consciously lined up, following behind him, stepping on his footprints.

"You guys really know what to do!" He Jun turned around, found the footprints left by the soldiers, and strode over, stepping on the footprints with a sense of learning.

Although this does not prevent snow from pouring into the shoes, it does save a lot of effort to walk.

There were sporadic gunshots in front, and He Jun subconsciously stopped.

"What's going on? The devil is calling again? Locke asked worriedly.

He Jun listened carefully: "It's okay." It must be the devil who found the devil who didn't die, and he mended the gun. ”

The soldiers of the first squad all carried guns on their backs, and if there was a fight, they would definitely carry their guns and sweep the shuttle. But the gunfire in front was scattered, and there were no soldiers lying down after the gunshots, so he made such a judgment.

The four of them walked for more than ten minutes before they arrived at the battlefield, and several soldiers were carefully looking at the corpse of the little devil nearby, and more than a dozen infantry guns stood on the side in a tripod. Underneath the gun carriage was a mess of belts and cartridges, and a few steps away was a small pile of grenades with black surfaces carved into small squares.

There were also a bunch of things, and He Jun only recognized a few cans among them, and what the rest was absolutely unrecognizable by his eyes.

However, there is canned food in it, which should be eaten.

He Jun held his knees and gasped for a few breaths in a row, straightened up and waved forward: "Go over and help." ”

He felt like he was in a thunder pit.

When Qiang Lei handed over the gun to He Jun, He Jun was excited for a while.

He didn't feel how heavy he was when he first got the 81 bar, and it was only a short time later, and he didn't take it on his back.

After all, it's a big guy weighing six or seven pounds. It is very heavy to carry and hold.

He misses the pistol he handed over to Qiang Lei, although the power and range of the pistol are far less than that of a rifle, but the pistol is light!

In fact, He Jun didn't know that even if he was a police officer who was qualified to carry a gun, he would not carry a gun with him under normal circumstances, firstly because there were many restrictions on carrying a gun, and secondly, it was too heavy to hang on his waist.

Although he has been hanging the gun on his waist like a treasure for a while, the weather in Cambrian is too cold, and he stays at home most of the time without going out, so he doesn't feel that hanging a pistol on his waist is in the way.

But sink and sink and get tired. He Jun didn't think about handing over the gun at all - this place had already been registered with the little devil, and he couldn't sleep without a gun in his hand.

He Jun took the lead, followed by a trio of gangsters. The four of them dragged their tired bodies and joined the ranks of cleaning up the battlefield.

The four of them didn't know how to clean the battlefield, and they didn't want to get too close to the corpse of the devil, so they simply acted as a transport team and transported the materials collected by the soldiers from the corpse of the devil to the designated place for classification and concentration.

Collecting supplies from corpses is not a fun thing, and the ghost soldiers killed by shrapnel are better, and most of the dead ones are not ugly. The devils who were killed by machine guns were all dead and had all kinds of disgusting appearances, and people with weak psychological tolerance didn't even dare to look at it.

He Jun and the gangster trio subconsciously avoided those ugly devils, but soon they found out that the soldiers also kept away from these devil corpses as much as possible, and in the end, the squad leader couldn't stand it anymore and assigned each soldier a broken devil corpse.

The soldiers are all young people who grew up in peacetime, how have they ever seen this formation?

The psychological impact of this thing was so strong that several fighters spit out without waiting for their hands to reach out, looking at the squad leader pitifully like bullied puppies, trying to impress the squad leader and make him take back his life.

Relatively speaking, the situation of the soldiers in the first class is better than that of the second class, after all, many devils were killed by their own hands, and the two soldiers who died were also their comrades-in-arms who got along day and night, and their hatred for devils was deeper than that of the second class.

"Look at what you see, carry out the order!" The face of the squad leader was as hard as a rock, and there was no sign of softening, "Remember, what you have in front of you is a devil, an enemy, and an animal, turn it over for me!" ”

No matter how reluctant the warriors were, there was nothing they could do, but the corpse was what it was, as long as the psychological barrier could be overcome, the corpse was just a pile of lifeless flesh and bones.

The vast majority of fighters successfully completed the task, and only one soldier refused to do it.

After the first squad leader ordered the others to disband, he began to focus on taking care of this coward, ordering him to carry out the order in the most drastic language, and even pressed the soldier's face to the devil's rotten watermelon-like head with his own hands.

Qiang Lei couldn't bear to twist his head, but he understood what the squad leader was doing.

In normal times, a squad leader can give this soldier enough time to adapt, but what is most lacking now is time, and everyone must adapt to the war in the shortest possible time.

To put it bluntly, it's to adapt to gore and killing. (To be continued.) )