∷ Shuha Novel: Novel

The brick houses of the red sè, the two-story buildings are bathed in the evening sun, the dove-tails in the yard are budding, and a bucket full of milk is thrown in the yard. The chaise longue was still swaying gently under the porch, which was my father's favorite.

This is one of the most typical rural buildings in Yugoslavia, where it is quite ordinary.

But in Ishlovich's eyes, his heart was pounding, and his eyes were slowly moistening. For him, who is already in his thirties, the two-story building is an indelible memory in his heart, because this is the home where he has lived for more than a decade.

After it was burned down fifteen years ago, it became a fond memory for Ishlovich in his dreams, but he did not expect to be able to return to this place in real time. His face was pale, the corners of his mouth were shaking, and tears were almost falling in that moment.

"Whew~" He twisted himself, and the pain cleared his mind for a moment.

"No, no, this qiē is not right." Ishlovich pulled out his pistol, turned on the safety and pressed the big nose with the thumb of his right hand. "My hometown was gone fifteen years ago, it must be an illusion."

When he closed his eyes and opened them again, he was transformed from a young college student back into a battle-hardened commander.

At this moment, I heard a yin laugh from the second floor,

"Hehe, this chick is really exciting, it's really not enjoyable."

"You've been happy three times, and I'm going to touch this little abalone~"

"Hahaha......"

The sound pierced Ishlovich's heart like a pinprick, and he had heard it fifteen years earlier, and the voices of the Green Cult militants would never be forgotten for the rest of his life.

He wanted to step upstairs, just as he heard a commotion upstairs.

"You old thing, do you dare to resist?" A man's voice was furious.

"Bah, God will punish you, these devils~" The old voice was his own father.

"That's for later, besides, I'll punish you first." The other man replied, followed by two gunshots, "Pong".

Ishlovich's blood was clotted, and he had only seen the killers outside the village when he had rushed back to the village, but fortunately he had managed to save his life by hiding in a ditch by the side of the road.

He rolled straight up the exterior wall and saw the scene inside through the open glass window.

A bandit was armed with an AKM assault rifle, the muzzle of the gun was still smoking, and an old man was lying on the ground, bleeding all over the ground. On the other side of the beam, his mother was hung by rope with her feet dangling, her eyes wide open, her tongue sticking out, and the back of her neck was broken, and she was forcibly hanged.

Another bandit, carrying an M3 machine gun diagonally, walked up to the old man's body, kicked it with his foot and spat on it. Looking up again, a bandit was lying on top of a young woman doing a piston movement.

"God, have you heard my prayer that I may avenge this with my own hands?" Ishlovich tried to balance his mind, and a smile of relief appeared on his face, "Baby, I can save you this time." ”

He grabbed the line of the outer wall in one hand and raised his pistol in the other, and the three bandits did not notice his existence because it was backlit.

Steadily put the figure of the soul egg lying on the ground into the crosshair, and then fired two shots in succession, followed by two more shots. The pistol, because of the short barrel, has an amazingly low hit rate, so when shooting, you must shoot two shots in a row each time to ensure the hit rate.

In the first round, one bullet went straight into the guy's left rib in the back, and the bandit bounced up as if reflexively, and the next two bullets went into his waist and the other in the chest.

"Ahh However, the other two bandits reacted extremely quickly, one rolled to the back of the bed, and the other rolled out of the room.

"Pong", Ishlovich almost saw that the guy behind the bed had already picked up the AKM assault rifle, just now his safety was open and he reacted the fastest, so he was the focus of the shooting. And the other light machine gunner, because he carried the heavy general-purpose machine gun on his back, the cartridge chain was not attached to the back. …,

"Hmm~" The man behind the bed let out a muffled grunt, then threw away his rifle and held his throat with both hands. A bullet ripped through his major artery, and blood sprayed all over the wall.

Despite knowing that the bandit was dead, Ishlovich fired two more shots at him, smashing the man's head like a jī egg.

The Heavy finally hung up the chain and fired a continuous shot out of the window, "Squeak squeak...... It's done". The Yugoslav M3 machine gun, which was derived from the German M34 machine gun of World War II, had an astonishing rate of fire, firing dozens of bullets in an instant. But Ishlovich had already let go of his hand and jumped back to the floor, casually touching a stone and throwing it far away into the yard.

Sure enough, the Heavy rushed to the window and saw something rolling on one side of the yard, and immediately opened fire on the outside of the yard. Bullets flew everywhere, and the Chinese geese in the shed quacked and fluttered around the yard, but they were unlucky to be shot down.

"What about people?" Out of the corner of the heyer's eye, he saw that there was no one on the other side of the yard at all, and immediately ducked to the side with the bolt, gasping for air, and hooking another bullet chain to the bolt.

At this moment, he suddenly felt empty under him, and the whole person fell straight down the floor on the second floor, and in mid-air he still pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew upward.

With a thud, the Heavy threw his machine gun to the floor, and his leg fell to a stake on the first floor and immediately fractured, which went straight into his thigh and pinned it to the ground.

"Ah~God~" The sound of the machine gun hurt so much that he almost fainted, and only then did he see a figure appear, and then he remembered that the machine gun was thrown aside, but his legs were firmly on the floor and could not move.

Expressionlessly, Ishlovich fired four or five shots at him, killing him on the ground. Then he took a new magazine from the bullet pouch and replaced it, and he had used up a magazine of 15 rounds in the previous battle.

Then he hurried upstairs, and his lover was lying naked on the floor, his face covered with long hair.

"Baby, wake up. It's me, God, wake up. Ishlovich knelt on the floor, and with trembling hands, he picked up the woman, but the woman's head was still shrugging weakly.

"No, no, you can't die, open your eyes and look at me." Ishlovich burst into tears, and his heart was like a knife.

The woman moved suddenly, and her head turned sharply, forming an eerie 180-degree angle. Ishlovich was horrified to find that the woman, although exactly like his lover, had a cold face, and her right hand, hidden under him, held a dagger and stabbed it violently.

In this moment of lightning, his reaction after more than ten years of military career played a role, and he turned his head to feel that his face was hot and knew that he had been scratched. The woman then kicked him aside with a straight kick, and then shouted out to her companion in English.

Ishlovich realized that this woman was different from his first love, and she suddenly looked very similar. Then he saw two American soldiers rushing up with loaded guns, which made him realize that he had fallen into a trap.

Before the other party could shoot, he took out a grenade from his kù bag and threw it over, and in the roar, the two American soldiers were unharmed and instead picked up their guns.

"Hell yes." He threw an offensive grenade and wounded his opponents with a wave of air, but it was clearly thrown at their feet. He dodged two burst shots after a roll, and the American soldier was armed with an A2 rifle and could only... Hair. Thankful for this, otherwise he would have died.

He fired his gun indiscriminately to suppress the other party's shots, and while pondering the way to escape, he was looking around when he saw an amazing scene in the decorative mirror opposite. The woman who resembled her girlfriend was blown in the face by a grenade. But underneath it was a metal skull, and two evil red eyes scanned around.

"What's that?" Ishlovich had never seen such a thing, "Machine? Or the Terminator? ”

Then he felt something smash open the wall he was leaning on, and his hands were clasped around his shoulders, and the force was so great that he couldn't help but roar. Then he was thrown aside again, and he couldn't move after spitting out a few mouthfuls of gastric juice.

In the midst of the blood stains on his face, he saw that the American soldier's clothes were also torn by a grenade, and half of his face disappeared, revealing the skull face inside, and a red mechanical eye staring at him.

"Damn the Yankees, let's all die," he said, taking out the last grenade, pulling off the lead and knocking it into the ground, "It's really unwilling to die in the name of a war criminal." ”

However, the grenade did not explode, and he felt a chill in his heart, and was considering whether to use a pistol to cut himself. only to find that the surrounding qiē fluctuated like ripples on the surface of the water, becoming as vague as frosted glass.

"What's going on?" He felt that he had completely lost his control, and it was impossible to move even a finger. He barely managed to keep his eyes open, only to find that the scene was twisted into clumps of sè color patches with countless characters rolling inside. Seeing this, he temporarily lost consciousness.

"Hmm~" Ishlovich opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that he was firmly tied in a sealed glass container with some strips, and the scenery outside could not be seen clearly. He desperately controlled his hands that could still move, and after calming down, he found that there were a few buttons on the side of his right finger, and he pressed them regardless of the consequences.

The ropes immediately loosened from his body, and he lost his balance and immediately threw himself on the glass door in front of him, which opened quickly, causing his limp body to fall the floor in front of him