PS: PS: Tomorrow is Labor Day. It's my festival and a lot of people's. Happy holidays!

Yes, I'm going to blow it up.

The phosphorus fire with the flare in hand can also force back the black oily stuff on the ground, but from the observation of its performance when attacking the backpack just now, I can see that its attack distance is about two meters. If I hand

Holding a flare to break back, it is difficult to take care of the inside of the black oil, and if you are caught by it, you will have no way to return to the sky.

'Da Da Da Da'

With the sound of gunfire, the flares exploded like fireworks, sprinkling large fields of phosphorus fire, illuminating the surrounding space as if it were daytime, not only on this side of the bank, but even faintly visible on the other side of the river.

The white phosphorus fireworks rained down like a rain of fireworks, spreading all over the eyes, and the black oil-like substance blocking the front retreated to both sides like a tide. Stepping on the phosphorus-covered ground, I quickly burst out of the encirclement.

With two backpacks missing, I was as light as a swallow and quickly caught up with Jack in front of me. That's when I realized that Jack was too slow, that he couldn't outrun the things that were chasing us.

I yelled at him from behind, "Faster, it's faster than you." ”

Jack glanced back as he ran. His face was badly distorted, and it was obvious that the pain in his back was tormenting him, and it was already his best to be able to run at this speed, no matter how fast it was, I am afraid it would be unrealistic.

I hurriedly ran to him. "Catch me, I'll take you away. I can't do it, I'll run on your back. ”

Instead of grabbing me, Jack asked me, "Where's my backpack?" ”

"When is it time to take care of the backpack? Think about how to run through it. All were thrown, if not bullets, the guns were thrown. ”

Jack's face moved, his face distorted beyond recognition, perhaps condemning me for my bad habit of throwing things.

"Run, I don't think I'll be able to run past it. I'm so sorry. I can't bring the message to the fat man. ”

"I'm not in the habit of throwing my teammates behind. I think as long as we get out of its territory, we'll be safe, don't talk about it. ”

Jack grinned and said, "Maybe." ”

Then he took it off and threw it at me. He's starting to lighten his load, too.

However, this did not improve his speed, and it seems that his main problem is with back pain, and reducing the burden does not help him improve his speed. I took the two magazines he had pinned to his waist as well.

The phosphorus fire has little effect on the black oily substance, and it quickly bypasses the phosphorus fire belt from both sides. It became a whole again, wriggling and surging towards us.

It's really not fast, it's just that Jack's speed is too slow, and the distance between us is still inevitably shortening. I always estimate the distance between us, and I want to be at the right distance

Shoot it. This thing was obviously not afraid of gunfire, but the scorching heat of the bullets had some deterrent to it.

Ten meters up. It was just ten meters behind me, which was what I thought was the limit of distance. In the near future, even a small accident cannot be remedied. For example, if you fall, you won't have a chance to get up.

The rate of fire of the 'Click' microcharge is too fast. Before I could feel good, all fifty rounds of ammunition were pouring out. At such a close distance, fifty bullets were like fifty fireballs, making them rush into the black

The forerunner of the chromomatter suddenly shrank back. It's like a well-trained team, after getting an order to 'stop', it comes to an abrupt halt, and the rising wave freezes.

I was amazed by the nervous system of this thing. Such a huge volume or area. Commands can be transmitted to any part of the body instantaneously without any mistakes. What a miracle.

But I'm more concerned that my purpose has been achieved, that something hot can hurt it and make it fearful.

When dealing with this big thing, the micro punch is actually more effective than the AK47, the firepower of the micro charge is more intensive, and the penetration power is not important at the moment. It's a pity that there aren't many bullets left. When I finished playing the last one

Magazine, that is, after blocking it three times, I threw the micro rush at it.

"Zhang, you have to learn to give up." When I caught up with Jack, Jack said this to me.

I was silent. The heavy AK47 deals with black oily things. It won't be more powerful than a micro-punch, and the AK47 is also running out of bullets, so it's time to make a trade-off.

"It pounces on its prey and wraps it up. I think something caught by it will suffocate to death. ”

"How do you know? Have you ever seen this thing? ”

"It's not. I just tested it with a backpack and it only took a split second to wrap my back around my back like black oil. ”

"What do you want to say?"

"Do you need my help at the last minute? All it takes is one bullet to end the pain. ”

Jack finally turned his head to look at me. "Can you do it?"

I nodded at him.

Jack coughed a few times. "Oh yes, you have that experience."

I pursed my lips and didn't speak, because I would curse when I opened my mouth. This kind of thing definitely challenges my moral bottom line, and if there is a glimmer of hope, I will not give up on my teammates. It can be seen according to the current situation

The next time the black oily substance comes closer, if the AK47 can't play a deterrent effect, I can only give up on Jack, or die with him.

Although I couldn't bear to see him die in front of me, I didn't intend to die with him. Shooting at a teammate is a difficult choice after accompanying a teammate to the death. I can't stand him making fun of it.

Moreover, through this sentence, I found out that he knew me very well, and even knew that I shot at Platoon Commander Zhao. So what else does he know?

Jack's current pace is the equivalent of jogging to me. It didn't affect me in the slightest to do anything.

I withdrew a bullet and shook it in front of his eyes. "It's yours."

I slipped the bullet into my coat pocket, and I withdrew another bullet.

"If you need it, leave both bullets for you, I don't need them. I want to feel the sensation of being crawling all over my body, it must be exciting. Besides, I have this. As he spoke, Jack patted his waist

of daggers.

I nodded, and shoved back a bullet.

"That's it." I patted my jacket pocket. "This bullet is still yours. Of course, this requires your authorization, and if you change your mind, signal me. ”

I know Jack doesn't understand what I'm trying to do. But if I have to be prepared, I can't forget Platoon Commander Zhao's desperate and begging gaze. I always regret that I didn't finish Platoon Commander Zhao earlier

I will not allow myself to fall into this regret again.

I glanced behind me, and something black and oily was approaching again.

I shouted to Jack, "Keep running, don't stop." ”

Then I turned and stood still, holding the muzzle of the gun with my left hand.

'Da Da Da Da'

The muzzle of the AK47 jumped very hard, and each bullet could cut a large hole in the black oil-like substance, but the bullets were spread out so much that they could not form a dense blockade line, and many bullets were

Shoot directly into the middle of the black oily substance.

This volley of random shots, (which can only be crowned as random shots, did not achieve the intended purpose at all.) The speed of the black-oiled matter was only slowed down, but the whole was surging and chaotic.

I quickly replaced it with a new magazine, and the second row of bullets shot out with almost no gaps. The volley of bullets finally stopped the black oily substance from surging forward, but the surging inside it did not stop.

It seems that there is something wrong with its nervous system and it is unable to harmonize.

It's good news, and it's the limit of what I can do. I didn't expect to kill it, I still had the last row of bullets, and I didn't even think about putting on a new magazine.

But at this moment, a wall suddenly rolled out of the middle of the black oily substance, and rushed towards me from its depths. (To be continued......)