242 Victory is not the end
Ouyang Sheng, like the first squad leader, deliberately focused on taking care of the devils who dared to fight back, and the two worked together, and the devils didn't have the opportunity to aim carefully at all.
It is not easy to aim at a target 400 meters away with the naked eye, and no matter how tough the shooter is, the muzzle of the gun must move slightly within a certain range, and the shooter must wait for the muzzle to be aimed at the target before pulling the trigger.
Rigorous training and talent can only reduce the range of movement, but it cannot make the muzzle of the shooter's gun stand motionless like a rock.
Therefore, although the proportion of excellent shooters among the devils is as high as one-third, it takes a little time for any devil to stop aiming, and the time for a squad leader to capture the target from the time he finds the target to the target is definitely not more than two seconds, so as to ensure that the target is annihilated before the devil shoots.
The devils who originally retreated still had dealings with the defenders and fought well, but after the machine guns and sniper rifles joined the battle, the situation took a sharp turn, and the devils who dared to turn around and shoot were either broken by nightmarish large-caliber bullets, or smashed their brains by bullets flying from nowhere, many devils did not dare to run again and did not dare to fight back, and they found a big tree to hide behind and refused to come out.
If the devil aims at the machine gun on the rooftop at the same time, then whether it is the first squad leader or Mao Xueming, they can only temporarily avoid the edge, but unfortunately the devil has been messed up, and there is no one to organize and command at all.
Besides, in addition to the two buildings on the south side, there are people on the east building.
The distance between the East Building and the devil is closer, Zhao Yan has no false shots with one stroke, and the devil is bitter, and the devil who has been cleaned up is no less than anyone else.
In addition, there are eight militiamen in the east building, half of whom are from the army, and the guns are fired again, and there is a certain hit rate of more than 200 meters.
The three devils could not raise their heads at all under the care of two machine guns, a sniper rifle, an automatic rifle, and a number of three-eight big covers, and fell one after another, and after a while, only two or three kittens remained.
A few devils who knew that they couldn't escape finally mustered up the courage and rushed out of the cover of the big tree with their guns in their arms, seeing that it meant that they wanted to fight. It's a pity that they only ran two steps, and they were subjected to a volley of dense crossfire, and they were beaten into blood gourds one by one, ending their sinful lives.
The last devil fell. The last gunshot echoed in the small area, and many people felt that everything in front of them was so unreal, unreal that it was like a dream, but the devils on the snow were the best proof of this.
"We won, we won!" I don't know who can't help but shout on the radio. The sound infected his companions, and the cheers like a tsunami suddenly sounded, and the tide rose and fell over the community.
He Jun, who heard the shout, couldn't hold back the restlessness in his heart anymore, ran to the security door and prepared to leave, and was stunned to find that the security door was actually sunken inward, and the corners were exposed with cracks wider than his fingers.
A stream of heat mixed with the smell of burning squeezed out of the crack in the door, and rushed to He Jun's face, he felt it, although the temperature of the air flow was high. But it's still within the range of affordability; Although the smell is unpleasant, you can tolerate it.
He couldn't help but feel weak, and secretly wondered: The door is deformed, can it still be opened?
He Jun tried to twist the lock first, and actually opened the door lock very smoothly.
Obediently, the quality of this security door is really good!
He gripped the doorknob and held his breath as he tried to push it open, but he pushed it but didn't push it.
He Jun's eyes widened in surprise, and with a little more strength in his hand, he pushed it outward. There was a creak, and the door was finally pushed open by a two-finger-wide slit.
With a little more force, the door was pushed open in protest by the creaking of the security door, and there were a few loud noises outside the door. The half-broken liquefied gas tank was pushed open by an open security door.
The hallways had changed completely, and everywhere the eye could see, they were all burned with soot; The metal railing of the staircase was twisted and deformed, and it was completely scrapped; The elevator door, which was also painted with carbon black, was no longer flat, and was slightly concave inward, apparently also lost a lot in the explosion.
He Jun showed a hint of bitterness on his face. I don't know what the situation of the home on the third floor is, and whether the security door also made the explosion twist and deform.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and was about to go downstairs when there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps overhead.
"Who's upstairs?" He Jun asked vigilantly.
"Brother Jun?" Awkward shouted in surprise and rushed down the stairs.
He Jun couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the bandages wrapped around his awkward arm: "What's wrong with your arm?" ”
"It's fine." Awkward endured the pain and shook his left arm, signaling that he was really fine, "Let the devil's bullet bite, this is a real man's medal, from now on, whoever disobeys me will show his arm to see who can compare with me!" ”
The scars left on the battlefield, especially those left on the battlefield against the little devils, have a special meaning that no medal can replace.
He Jun smiled dumbly and asked in surprise, "By the way, why did you change your words?" ”
Locke, who had just chased down from upstairs, also asked, "That's right, I want to ask you too." ”
Awkward grinning: "I heard the squad leader call me like this, and I felt kind, so I changed it." ”
At the mention of Lu Hongyu, He Jun immediately couldn't laugh, and said with a long sigh: "Let's go down, we can't do anything else, at least we can help the road sink into the ground." ”
Liangzi, who was following behind Luo Jiaqi, originally wanted to speak, but when he heard He Jun say this, he swallowed the words back.
If it is irrelevant, I will talk about it again and there will be no delay, so there is no need to mention it at this juncture.
A few people walked down silently, and there were more soldiers upstairs who followed quietly, walking from the eighth floor to the sixth floor, He Jun found that the situation on the sixth floor was worse than that on the eighth floor, and his heart couldn't help but be half cold, and it was estimated that his home must be finished.
But further down, the damage to the security door seemed to have decreased, and he couldn't help but have a little hope in his heart.
When he went down to the platform between the fourth and fifth floors, He Jun saw the devil who was killed by him not long ago, three corpses were stacked on top of each other and pressed on the stairs, there were two more on the platform, and the five corpses had all turned into roast pigs, and their unrecognizable faces seemed to have been shoveled with a shovel, and they couldn't see their original appearance at all.
The smell of grilled meat seemed to be in the air.
Further down, there were several corpses in the stairwell on the fourth floor.
Perhaps the burning heat detonated the grenades on the devils, and the bodies of several devils were mutilated, and the blackened internal organs and intestines even hung on the railings of the stairs, looking like an illegal slaughterhouse with poor hygiene.
He Jun's stomach tumbled, and a stream of sour water rushed to his throat, which he forcibly swallowed back, leaving a strong sour taste and a faint burning sensation in his throat. (To be continued.) )