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Chapter 212: Life and Death Fight

Red brick houses, two-story buildings bathed in the evening sun, dove-tails in the yard are budding, and a bucket full of milk is thrown in the yard. (If you like this book, please bookmark it biquge.info) The chaise longue is still gently swaying under the porch, which is 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 of a pinprick stirred Ishlovich's psyche, which he had heard 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 when 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 which 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 mG3 machine gun diagonally, walked up to the old man's corpse, 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.

"O God, have you heard my prayer that I may avenge this with my own hand?" 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 slipped the figure of the bastard lying on the ground into the crosshair, and fired two shots in succession, followed by two more. 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 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 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 an 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 born from the German army's mG34 machine gun in 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 plunged straight into his thigh and nailed 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 leg was firmly stuck on the floor and could not move.

Expressionlessly, Ishlovich fired four or five shots at him, killing him on the ground. Then take out a new magazine from the bullet pouch and replace it with him, just in the battle

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