Wren was shot three times, but his advantage was that the parts of the shot were all in the torso, and although his injuries looked very serious for him now, he knew that he was in slightly better condition than Wolf on the other side.

Wolf was unlucky enough to be shot in the stomach by Wren in the last bullet of the fight, and the torso was shot so that his current injuries are not much better than Wren's. Although he barely managed to hold on, he could only cover his wounds to prevent further blood loss.

No one spoke, and at this time it was not the style of two people to take advantage of some mouths, and they didn't have the strength to be sarcastic about each other. At this time, they just watched their opponents quietly, waiting for who would recover from the pain of being pierced by bullets first.

In the end, Wren, who was not hurt by the force, raised his pistol first, which should be said to be a natural result, after all, the last shot of Wren was hit on the outside of his leg, which was a small advantage over Wolf, who was shot in the abdomen.

Wolf is not a fool, as soon as he saw Wren raising his pistol, he also made the wisest decision, that is, before Wren had time to aim, regardless of the bleeding wound on his body, he made a homeopathic action to lie down. As a result, both of them become lying on the ground, disappearing from each other's field of vision.

Because Wren is an armored soldier, he can only be equipped with a relatively small Browning armored pistol, but cannot be equipped with an infantry Browning pistol with a larger caliber and more powerful caliber, so Wolf's current situation can still fight in a battle, and he was not directly killed by a shot in the abdomen.

However, falling to the ground so straight also caused very serious injuries to Wolf after being shot, pulling the wound and making Wolf snort in pain, the habit he had developed for a long time was not the same, he stopped because of the pain, on the contrary, he just touched the ground and began to roll his body.

Wren recovered and shot at the place where Wolf was lying without aiming, and after the shooting, he moved his body with it, and the wound on his thigh was tearing and painful, but the pain was no longer a problem to stay alive.

He shot Wolf in the side, and the splash of dirt even collapsed into Wolf's face, but the shot really didn't have any effect, but Wren clearly didn't intend to stop his attack, and Wolf had just rolled around before a second bullet arrived.

After all, Wolf was wounded, and no matter how fast he reacted to the second shot, there would have been a flaw, and sure enough, the second shot hit him right next to the arm, piercing his sleeve but not hurting his body.

But everyone knows that this time it should definitely be a fluke, as long as Wren is allowed to shoot again, Wolf will inevitably be shot again, and now on this occasion, it is obviously not far from death.

Wolfe, who was already desperate, did not hesitate, and at the same time he raised his revolver and slammed the trigger in the direction of Wren. The bullet flew quickly towards Wren's position, leaving a crater in the spot where Wren had just left a few tenths of a second earlier. And at this time, Wren's third shot also flew, about half a meter more than half a meter away from Wolf.

Seeing that Wolfe's jamming shot had an effect, he once again blindly fired his second shot, but the bullet still did not hit Wren, after all, he had to endure the pain of the wound on his body, and the bullet could not be accurate. The dirt beneath him was rolled up a little as he rolled, sticking to his uniform and making him look embarrassed.

On the other side, Wren's state is not much better, and the beggar-like appearance can't tell that he is an ace of armored soldiers who have ridden a thousand times. His trousers were stained red with blood, dirty after being stained with mud, the Iron Cross on his collar was long gone, and Wren was now no different from a wounded soldier.

The armored Browning pistol had only seven rounds in its magazine, while the Soviet armored corps' revolver was also loaded with seven rounds, and the two sides were not much different in power and caliber - now there were two rounds left in Wren's magazine, and three more in Wolfe's magazine.

Of course, Wren didn't count the bullets in his magazine, and Wolf didn't feel that he had any advantage over his opponent by having one more bullet, and both of them were shooting non-stop, trying to take out their opponent as quickly as possible with their remaining bullets.

However, their bullets left craters one after another around each other, but they never hit their targets again. In the end, Wren's bullet was exhausted in the tumble, and Wolf also fired his last bullet in the next second.

Wren stopped rolling, and the violent rolling left him with blood all the way to the distance of seven or eight meters, and Wolf was not much better, and the violent bleeding made him also break out in a cold sweat. Neither of them continued to move, and even if they had prepared a bayonet weapon, no one would use it now.

They were all wounds from gunshot wounds, it was not as simple as a wire hanging a wound, nor was it as easy as being beaten by someone's feet, and no one had the strength to struggle anymore, and drew his dagger to give the other party a fatal blow. The two of them gasped for air at such a close distance, recuperating for any subtle move that followed.

Looking up at the sky filled with black smoke rising from the flames, Wren placed his pistol on his chest, and then with great difficulty he used his intact right hand to find a new pistol magazine from the left pocket of his body. Then he pressed the pistol on the **** with his trembling injured arm, and stuffed the magazine into the handle with his intact palm to endure the pain.

With a slight click, Wren reloaded seven rounds. Not far away, Wolf could not put a single bullet into his revolver anyway. In a fit of rage, he threw off his pistol and drew his bayonet from his belt.

Wren smiled, and as he loaded his wounded arm with the pain of the excruciating pain, he noticed that Wolf was struggling to get up from the ground. Wren watched as Wolf struggled to his feet as he aimed his gun at him.

"I won. Eventually, Wren seemed to hear something approaching in the distance, but he didn't have the energy to look into anything else. After all, Wolf was his last enemy at the moment, and if other Soviet soldiers came back, he would have to accept his fate.

So it was as if he had squeezed the phrase out of his throat, indicating that he had finally won the final victory in this frenzied killing. But Wolf apparently didn't think so, and he still struggled to his feet, facing Wren not far away with his terrifying-looking face.

As if he had discovered something, Wolf suddenly stopped his movements, he raised his head, and stared at the sudden difficult opening in the distance: "You are going to die here, your injuries can't last a few minutes." ”

"It's okay...... In the end, I can use myself...... own life, to the Wolf Knight Academy...... Draw an end point and be happy to ...... Happily. Wren cracked his mouth as if he had discovered something interesting: "That kind of distorted place is going to become history in the end." ”

"What's there to be happy about? People like us can only live in that kind of environment! Have you not had nightmares for so long? Dreaming of the children and old people you killed, they just stood there and kept shooting at you?" Wolf withdrew his eyes, stared at Wren and asked, "You didn't notice, only when you kill, your heart beats most peacefully?"

Wren shook his head slightly, and said to Wolf with great difficulty: "Wait...... Went to that...... The world, and then continue and ...... And those people...... Repent, Wolf!"

He is not a person who likes nonsense, and he reluctantly said these two sentences naturally to recover his strength. Now that he has the ability to fire, he naturally won't open his mouth to say any more nonsense or nonsense, so he resolutely pulled the trigger and fired his own bullet.

Wolf threw his dagger at the same moment, Wren's bullet hit Wolf's right shoulder, and Wolf's dagger knocked Wren's pistol away. Wolf stumbled and fell to the ground again, but his upper body was still upright. Wren wasn't injured by the blow, so he turned around to retrieve his gun.

Two seriously wounded men struggled on the dirt, one making a final struggle for his life, and the other struggling to retrieve his weapon. Wolf was defeated, but he still did not know that he had been defeated, and he was trying to fight for his victory, like a wolf who had left the pack, trying to use his teeth and his claws to fight for a chance to survive.

He tried his best to kill his opponent, Wren, and even if he had shamelessly used more tanks at first, it was only necessary to achieve victory. These Soviet tanks were not aimed at the Rennes crew, their primary goal was to detour the flank of the Imperial Division.

Nearly 100 tanks of various types were first sniped by 5 German tanks and dozens of them one by one, and finally he used the black gun to kill a few Tiger tanks and turned the tide of the war, but he returned to the tragic road of pistol duel.

Wolfe, who was covered in wounds, stared at Wren, who was also covered in wounds, and wanted to ask out loud: "Why aren't you dead yet?"

Sorry to keep you waiting...... Long Ling's fat body really has the potential to be sick...... Thank you for your support and love, the dragon spirit is back......