Hu Yi hates this feeling, hates this feeling, this feeling of having no color, this feeling of having no meaning of existence.

There was not a trace of wind, and the loess under the sun turned into a bright gray-white, dazzling and monotonous, so monotonous that it was impossible to see whether it was hard or soft, just placed under the feet, in front of the eyes, and the same in all directions, monotonous so that I couldn't remember what this place was.

The lush blades of grass, the interlaced branches, are now all dark gray, simple lines, as if they have lost their life, no longer the original thing, just a few scribbled backgrounds.

Through the gap in the scribbled background, Hu Yi saw a bright road, as if at the foot of the mountain, in the painting. It seems that there is a stationary car, a stationary steel helmet, and a stationary muzzle, all of which are static and heavy black, and the contrast with the surroundings is so strong, but it is unusually coordinated.

Behind the twelfth car, someone said that, but I don't remember who said it, and I don't know why I did it.

Quietly swinging the machine gun, instinctively pulling the bolt away, the heavy and hard butt made Hu Yi feel a little comforted, and when the butt touched his shoulder, his head no longer seemed to hurt as much as just now.

Do you want to block it again? Or do you want to cover the retreat of the team? I don't want to do this anymore, I swear, this is the last time, I'd rather break through than do it again, there is no point, I'm tired, I'm tired. Well, this is the last time, and then I'm going to fly away like a bird, fly high, fly over those beautiful clouds, go to sleep, in my dreams, there will always be colors, there will be......

Well, let's get to work, one, two, three, four, I have four more magazines, they're full, and they should be put in a good position, and they should be lined up so that I can catch them at any time, and let them be free, and before me, let them be free, and like birds, fly, and then sleep......

Behind the grass, a cold face, like a zombie, and a pair of numb eyes, staring at the butt of the gun, resting behind the crosshair.

The trigger, as well as its slow and extremely steady degree, approached the critical point of the strike. The swarthy muzzle of the gun, like an endless abyss, faintly rifled, spiraled out a strange hideousness, releasing bursts of numb coldness, gradually spreading backwards, like vines, gradually crawling over the barrel of the gun, bypassing the body of the gun, and finally flowing into the narrow eyes, freezing the man and the gun together, and then suddenly rippling out a cold ripple in all directions, frozen and broken......

Hu Yi didn't seem to hear the sound, he could only feel the body of the gun beating, and his heart was also beating......

The swift serpent was unleashed again, turning into a beam of light, opening its vicious mouth and heading straight for the twelfth grain cart.

There was only a devil in the back of the car, a rifle pointed at the mountain beam, and a steel helmet with half a face.

The first bullet hit the side of the steel helmet, which made the steel helmet jump instantly, the second bullet slashed through the devil's face, tore off one ear and flew over, and the third came face to face, shooting directly into one eye, splashing a piece of crystal blood, and then piercing through the back of the head, and at the same time pulling out a broken point of white flowers, the fourth, fifth......

When the corpse of the devil finally slid down the back of the grain cart, the whole half of the head was gone, but the vicious ballistic snake seemed to be crazy, still refused to give up the entanglement, continued to tear the top sack fiercely, kept opening one by one, the rice grains flew, and were hit by bullets and jumped around, and the rifle placed on it was not spared, and was hit by a bullet, and the sawdust splashed, and flipped in the air. The sacks were finally completely torn apart, and the grains of rice began to flow down like water, and they were all white......

Suddenly, there was a loud gunfire, and the rain of bullets that returned fire flew to the wild grass on the ridge of the mountain, whistling, cracking, breaking, jumping......

It's a pity that Hu Yi couldn't hear it, he just felt as if there was a fog around him, and there were all kinds of things flying around in front of him. The moment he pulled out the empty magazine, a whistling whistle flew across the corner of his brow, pulling a bloody streak, and he numbly and mechanically replaced it with a new one, the collar had just been shot through a bullet hole, and a bullet was flying away from the back of his head......

The concussion of the explosion caused Hu Yi's battlefield syndrome, and he forgot that he wanted to give the order to end the battle. Now, all he knew was that he was going to kill the people behind the twelfth grain cart, and for this, he, who was already numb, would do whatever it take!

This time, he only shot downward, and then he quietly aimed at the car, leaving the dust around him noisy and unmoving.

The first bullet of the second magazine, lonely flew down the hill, rushed to the road, tore through a thick layer of skin, pulled out a long bloody wound, and smashed into the ground.

The sturdy mule that was parked on the road felt a sharp pain in his hips, and his whole body suddenly tensed. The reins tightened instantly, the wheels and wheels suddenly creaked and creaked, and the heavy grain cart began to move......

The twelfth grain cart finally turned into a curtain that slowly opened. A corpse with half of its head lost was slowly revealed, then a half-crouching devil, holding a grenadier in his hand, was watching the moving grain cart dumbfounded, and finally, a co-shooter who was about to hand the grenade to the muzzle of the gun also appeared on the stage, he froze in the reloading motion, and slowly raised his neck in retardation, surprised why his eyes suddenly became open......

Dada......

The body of the grenadier's main shooter began to tremble violently, and the blood mist splattered, dissipated, and then splashed and dissipated, and he didn't even understand what was going on, still clutching the grenadier, still holding on to his half-kneeling knees. The ferocious ballistic snake gnawed at his body with impunity, and the light gradually passed through his chest, and something began to flow out of his abdomen in large areas. Again and again, with each tremor he would be pushed back a little, until he lay flat, and the vicious trajectory disappeared abruptly.

The second magazine misses.

The devil's grenadier co-shooter stiffened into a stone, watching from head to end. Close, only half a meter away, blood was dripping from the edge of his steel helmet, his face was stained with the lobes of the main shooter's shattered lung, and a bloody intestine fell at his feet, still dripping with blood.

The co-shooter kept muttering: Why do you treat a target like this? Why do you want to fight when you are dead? Why do you keep breaking him? Why?

Finally, a devil nearby opened his throat and shouted at the grenadier co-shooter who was still stunned on the spot, telling him to hide quickly.

The shouts of his comrades finally brought the co-shooter back to his senses, and he looked up, the wounded mule had already pulled the grain cart off the road and sunk into the soft soil, and he turned his head, and the grain cart in front of him was more than ten meters away, and the devils hidden behind and under the car were waving desperately at him.

He threw away the grenade in his hand and began to run towards the car, and the moment he took a step, the first bullet of the third magazine was slamming into the ground where he had just stopped, sending a cloud of dust and smoke behind him. He ran with all his might, and he seemed to feel that he could not hear anything, only to see his comrades in front of him looking behind him in horror, and constantly shouting at him.

Second, third, fourth...... The continuous strafing trajectory was marked high by a canopy of evenly spaced flying dust, and chased the panicked target in the run, and once again transformed into a ferocious serpent, gracefully and perfectly pounced on the poor and cowardly prey in front of it.

The devil's sub-shooter used his last strength to rush forward...... Whoa...... Crackling...... Woohoo......

He thought he was going to die, but he really succeeded. Just as the violent machine-gun trajectory was about to hit him, he scurried under the car. The ballistic reluctantly crashed into the grain cart, and then unwillingly began to tear the grain cart until the third magazine ran out.

The devils finally understood that the machine gunner on the mountain beam was a demon, he was not fighting at all, he was venting his anger, and now his target was this secondary shooter. Without hesitation, the devil hiding behind this grain cart drew his bayonet and cut the ropes tied to the livestock to prevent a repeat of the same mistake.

Just a few seconds later, the devil's snake rushed down the hill again...... Cracking sound...... The bullets kept whizzing down and crashing into the grain truck. The person hiding behind the car honestly shrunk down, and although he couldn't see anything, he didn't worry about anything anymore. But the co-shooter and another comrade-in-arms, who were hiding under the car, widened their eyes in horror again.

Sawdust flew and crackled, and the two of them under the car watched as the wooden wheel leaning outward was cracking, shattering, and the hideous bullets were tearing at the wheels and axles again and again, slowly turning them into shattered pieces of wood, as if the demon was smiling at them through the bullet holes that were revealed outside the wheels.

Click-

The wooden wheels facing the mountain beam finally could not support the heavy body, and instantly turned into a puddle of broken wood, the body skewed over, the weight was too great, and the axle that was across the bottom of the car smashed deep into the ground, and the grain bags piled up on the body tilted violently, slid down in an instant, and rolled straight to the side of the road......

Hu Yi's brows were bleeding, two scrapes on his face, the wound on his shoulder was also bleeding, and his ears were still whistling from time to time. His face was still cold, his eyes were still numb, and the fifth magazine was already in place on the gun. The barrel of the machine gun was already reddish, and occasionally splashed grass branches hung on the barrel, instantly emitting green smoke and then turning to ashes.

It's over, this qiē should have ended a long time ago, let's end it all, I'm tired, we're all tired, let's end it together......

The grain cart planted crookedly on the road, because of the rolling of the grain, exposed the wooden planks at the bottom of the car, because the car was crooked, so it was exposed on the high side, a bright piece...... Suddenly, black dots began to appear on it, one after another...... It's round, it's all bullet holes, and it's leaking light......

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