1. The plot of the other party

I was startled and immediately went up to see what was going on. Before I could get to the fat man's side, I was kicked by the fat man, and one of them fell to the ground, and almost at the same time, another bullet almost hit my back and hit the candlestick on the other side.

The candlestick was so sparkled that it fell to the ground, and I thought it would burn immediately, but the oil was extinguished in one fell swoop. It seems that the floor here has aged over the years, and the pulp is really thick.

I had a few fires stuck to my body, and I was patting, and the fat man scolded me on the side: "I'm not smart at such an age, what are you running at this time, you should lie down directly." ”

"How are you? I thought you had been shot in the head. I saw that his face was full of blood, "Isn't Lao Tzu worried about you?"

"You're worried about a fart, I don't need you to bury it when I'm dead, Lao Tzu is more kind to send me to the end. The fat man said, holding his temple with one hand. I said in my heart that it shouldn't be that my head was opened, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to speak so smoothly.

"What kind of background am I, fat man, it's not so easy to snipe me, if it weren't for the fucking cold here, I would never be able to dodge the fat man. The fat man said, "I think when I was in school, the fat man and I were famous for 'the big meat bun that couldn't hit'." ”

I looked at his temples, it was really just a bruise, and my heart said that the other party's work was really bad, and the fat man's head was so big that he couldn't hit it. The fat man said: "We who are mixed with the rivers and lakes, in places that are easy to be sniped, will keep doing spiral head movements, which is called taking precautions." ”

The fat man usually speaks with his head shaken his head, and after thinking about it, I think he must be talking nonsense, which must be his second-rate habit.

I just wanted to refute him, but suddenly another shot came in, and I don't know where it hit, and sawdust was scattered everywhere. The fat man and I both shrunk our necks.

"Who's the dog," I said, "didn't the Germans let us go?

"It would have been too easy for those Germans to kill us, they wouldn't have done it. If it is the Zhang family, a family with such good skills, it will not use sniping. The role of a sniper is generally to win more with less, and if there are more than six people who come in and shoot, we are by no means opponents. ”

The fat man covered the bullet with his clothes and looked around, apparently looking for a solution to the situation. "So the people who sniped us, I'm afraid the number is very small, maybe even only one person, seeing us alone, trying to kill us. ”