Following the first company on the side street, the third company on the west side of the side street also exchanged fire with the devils. Different from the battle in the small street, this side is a narrow alley with brick walls in the courtyard of the house, pure street fighting, the gunfire is chaotic and mixed one after another, a team of more than 50 devils, and the third company without the second row is also about 50 people, fighting in the rubble.

When the gunshot finally rang out in his ears, Hu Yi unconsciously entered the state, temporarily forgetting the scarlet past, and not caring about the unknown next moment. The left foot stepped up and stepped on the gap in the wooden wall in front of him, the body leaned forward slightly, the pair of narrow eyes hidden under the low curly gray brim gradually narrowed, the breathing rate began to become slow, instinct, took over, began to dominate, began to dominate the body, dominate the mind, dominate the brand-new Zhongzheng rifle.

Exiting the first cartridge case and pulling back the bolt, the first shot was so high that it flew past the target and landed on the ground. Hell, Hu Yixian himself neglected to set the ruler, lowered the distance from 3oo meters to 1oo meters, and the muzzle of the gun was brought closer to the gap in the window. One of the two devils lying on the ground throwing grenades has disappeared, and the other is still holding a grenade and lying on the ground without moving, intuition that it is a dead thing, it is estimated that Wang Lao did it, because the big man's gunfire is in front of him. There was fog, and it was difficult to see if there was blood at a distance of more than 50 meters, let alone the location of the bullet. Veteran Battlefield Rule: Don't assume that an enemy can kill with a single shot. The right eye on the wooden butt was slightly narrowed, and his eyes passed through the gap set by the ruler 1oo, through the slightly lowered crosshair, and reached the center of the devil's lying back.

The flickering tongue of fire carried a thin burst of green smoke, with a faint smell of gunpowder permeating the window of the small building. A 792mm rifle bullet flew like an elf, whistling and flying, and in an instant, it flew through the course of its life, penetrating the back of the devil's corpse, and unwillingly tried its last strength to burrow into the ground. The devil who was already dead died again.

'The ballistics are perfect and beautiful, you are an obedient and good girl!' Hu Yi silently praised in his heart, and his hand was slightly hot. With a bang, his right hand mechanically pulled and pushed the round, smooth and slightly shiny bolt again, and the muzzle of the gun was fine-tuned, aiming at the target that was crawling behind the wall near the corpse. Pop-boom--the bullet grazed the corner of the steel helmet and jumped, the movement in the crawling made the devil dodge, the ricochet on the steel helmet surprised him, the current position was not good, immediately retracted into the corner, the cat waist turned around and ran back to find a new cover position.

The third shell jumped briskly out of the chamber of the gun, tumbled and threw a small arc, and landed at Hu Yi's feet. "Count your ****'s life!" took a breath and slowly exhaled it, slightly swinging the muzzle, turning the aiming position to the other end of the short wall and waiting, the index finger of the right hand started extremely slowly and softly, and the trigger slowly sank in, approaching the critical point of the shot.

Smack - the figure who had just come out of the corner of the wall was hit by an external force flying sideways and fell to the ground. The bullet hole in his thigh made the devil panic, and he struggled to try to get up, but unsuccessfully, and immediately switched to crawling, trying to crawl through this corner of death.

The fifth bullet slid neatly into the chamber, and the cone-shaped copper-yellow bullet body with a slight curve stood handsomely and coldly on the starting line. "You don't have to run away in the future!" Hu Yi told this devil in his heart. Raise the muzzle of the still smoking gun again, and point it at the filthy soul that was still struggling and crawling.

Smack - a bullet hit the ground next to the struggling devil in the corner, splashing a cloud of dust. "I'm ...... Is it windy? and missed?" the big man stepped back from the window on Hu Yi's right, and the bullet shell grinned.

Pop - another gunshot rang out, and the struggling devil completely stood still, because half of his head had been knocked off by this shot, and the white brain was sprinkled with blood, and slimy fragments splashed on the wall. "Damn, it was originally aimed at the neck, but he hit his head, this unlucky one, I can't blame Lao Tzu. Wang Lao in the window on the left muttered.

In the muttering of the big man and Wang Lao, Hu Yi helplessly let go of the trigger that was about to be pulled, and looked for the target again, when his eyes swept over an open window, his heart suddenly sank, and a chill instantly spread all over his body. This is an extremely familiar feeling, although because of the visibility relationship is not clear enough, can only distinguish that it is an open dark window and nothing else, but Hu Yi can be sure that the window should be closed when he observed just now, and intuitively knows that there will be a machine gun in that window, and the two-story building that is higher than the surrounding end will eventually be noticed by the enemy, and the open window is to put the machine gun bipod on the window sill, otherwise it will not be able to shoot steadily, maybe at this moment, the machine gunner of the devil has completed aiming.

"Hidden!" Hu Yi shouted as he stepped on the wooden wall and kicked hard, causing his body to fly upside down from the window and fall to the floor on his back.

The windows were torn apart piece by piece, from one side to the other, crackling, sawdust and broken glass flying in the air in the interior in a criss-crossed path, and the sound turned into a tuk-tuk— After the trajectory crossed the first window, it continued to extend horizontally along the window ridge and the wooden wall, one after another bullet holes jumped on the wooden wall, continuously leaking light from outside the wall, until the second window, and then reverted to the third window, and then returned to the original route, the tearing sound shattered the air through the south wall and then rushed to the north wall, revealing one continuous bullet hole after another, spilling in a miserable white light, the wooden second floor continued to tremble, squeaking and rattling, and the bullets roared wildly in the room, destroying everything that passed, constantly making fragments, penetrating the blocking qiē。 After a few moments, it finally quieted down......

The firefight outside the house was still ongoing, and there was no sound in the small building for a while, and there was a deathly silence.

The silly boy curled up in the corner of the first floor, staring, staring up blankly at the staircase leading to the second floor, unable to speak. The silly boy didn't understand what was born, he couldn't understand it, but he heard that the upstairs suddenly became noisy and trembling, and countless dust was continuously sprinkled from the cracks in the roof of the first floor, as if everything upstairs that could be broken was broken, it was a continuous break, and the sound was very terrible, which made the silly boy instinctively feel frightened.

Zhao Yong, who had been guarding the door on the first floor, finally reacted, threw down the gun and rushed to the stairs, and climbed the stairs with a fall. "Platoon Commander, Big Man, Platoon Commander!" his voice trembled, crying uncontrollably. Hands and feet did not obey the call, and the short dozen or so wooden ladders were so far away that they could not climb the end.

When he first came to the third row, Zhao Yong felt that he couldn't beat the third row of the main force, a few rotten garlic with crooked melons and cracked dates, and an old and immortal platoon leader, he was really discouraged. Slowly began to experience the battlefield, watching cheap human lives disappear like mustard, watching the so-called main forces change stubble by stubble like crops, and some faces disappeared into the smoke before they even remembered clearly, which made Zhao Yong's heart cold. Because although there are few people in the third row, they seem to live longer, so slowly it seems that he can only remember the three rows, and he can only remember the platoon leader, the big man, etc., whether Zhao Yong wants to or not, whether he likes it or not, he only has these in his memory, he himself doesn't know, imperceptibly, the third row has become the only support in his heart, so that he can still complain, and he can be sarcastic and sarcastic, and he has not become numb due to the environment.

When the sound of the roof being penetrated began to sound continuously, Zhao Yong froze. Unlike the silly boy, Zhao Yong knew what the voice was, and could even think of the tragic situation of the platoon commander, the big man and Hu Yi's annoying guy, while the sudden machine gun sound penetrated the roof of the building, Zhao Yong's heart was also penetrated, and every shot penetrated Zhao Yong's heart, which was cold.

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