"Bang Bang ······"

Bullets kept falling on the tiles of the house in front of Zhou Yang, and the tiles were also shattered into pieces of rubble, scattered in all directions.

“You got blood on your face ······”

The enemy's frightened expression, the war scene of the rain of bullets, the yellow, orange and orange bullet casings kept jumping out, falling to the ground and making a sound of "bell bell", with the energetic singing in his ears, as if a dose of adrenaline hit his ass, Zhou Yang's whole person was excited!

"Chirp~!"

Suddenly, there was a loud howl that pierced the air.

Then there was a "boom!" that shook the eardrums. Sound.

The house under Zhou Yang collapsed!

"Ahem, cough, cough, ······"

Zhou Yang's ears were shaken and hurt, and the smoke and dust got into his nose, and he immediately choked and coughed.

In particular, after the smoke of gunpowder filled in, Zhou Yang did not dare to close the hole in his personal space. In this small space, it was difficult for the smoke to dissipate quickly, and the burning throat and eyes were uncomfortable.

Zhou Yang pulled up the hem of his clothes, soaked it with a kettle, and covered his mouth and nose tightly: "It seems that in the future, there will be a gas mask in the carry-on space, if the carry-on space grows again, it is best to match it with an exhaust fan and an oxygen cylinder!" ”

Finally, when the gunpowder smoke outside was blown away by the wind, Zhou Yang opened some holes the thickness of chopsticks from the back, and the air formed a convection, and only then did he suck out the gunpowder smoke in the cramped space of the carry-on space!

"Suck!"

After taking a deep breath, Zhou Yang looked at the ghost soldiers outside, most of them were already hiding behind cover, and it was difficult for the machine guns to play their role anymore.

So, Zhou Yang threw the machine gun aside, took off the earphones in his ears, picked up a Type 38 rifle, and aimed at a ghost soldier who was probing his brain in the crooked neck tree.

"Smack!"

Crisp gunshots rang out.

In this month, Zhou Yang taught the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army the shooting subjects, and he naturally quickly adapted to the 38 big cover and the machine aiming.

Therefore, after a short sprint of about 100 meters, this disemboweling bullet drilled into the forehead of this devil soldier with a "poof", and tore a big hole in the back of the head, and then this bullet stained red by blood did not know where it flew!

"Nani?"

The squadron leader, who was standing next to the adjutant, suddenly widened his eyes.

The house has obviously collapsed!

The smoke and dust were also blown away by the wind, and there was no figure behind them.

However, the bullets were still whistling in that direction!

He really couldn't figure out what kind of enemy he was facing, and where he was hiding.

"Smack!"

There was another soft sound, still coming from that direction, and he hid behind the crooked-neck tree, not daring to show his head, but a layer of white sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

In the carry-on space,

Zhou Yang kept pulling the bolt, shooting, pulling the bolt, shooting, pulling the bolt, shooting, after killing more than a dozen devils who dared to show their heads in a row, there were no devils who could be killed in his field of vision.

Even the gunshots that the devils frantically launched in this direction just now were almost inaudible.

The hole in the space shrank, and a bullet that was stuck outside suddenly fell and landed in the ruins of the collapsed house. And a warhead that was deformed like a needle tip was cut off by a shrinking hole, and it was inconspicuous when it fell into the shell case on the ground.

The place where there are holes in the space is the place connected to this world, and other places will not be touched by the things of this world, but the location of these holes will be hit by bullets, flooded, and drilled by gunsmoke.

However, such a finely arranged, needle-tip-like cavity will not be drilled into by bullets.

Zhou Yang glanced at his watch, 181/100.

The task has been overcompleted, and just in the process of shooting, Zhou Yang has already received the information of the main god.

The mission is complete, and you can leave here and return to the wasteland at any time.

However, Zhou Yang didn't want to leave immediately at this time.

First, after seeing the corpses of the people in the wild ditch, I was a little panicked in my heart, and I wanted to kill some more devils! Kill one more devil yourself, and the Chinese people in this world may be able to live a better life.

The second is that after completing the task, the numbers on the watch are still beating, and Zhou Yang wants to see if the task of the main god also has a different degree of completion.

Seeing that the devils were hiding in the bunker and didn't come out, Zhou Yang was not in a hurry, and threw out the crooked handle that had been shot empty, making some room for the small carry-on space to stretch his legs.

Zhou Yang took out a canned yellow peach from the corner, took out a saber, inserted it into the lid of the can, and gently said, "Poof!" Open the can.

Put on the headphones again, change to a soothing music, pick up a fork, and eat the expired canned food while paying attention to the movements of the devils outside.

The squadron leader behind the crooked neck tree was lying on the ground at this time, his head against the ground and cautiously looking in the direction of the collapsed house, his face was full of confusion, and his eyes were full of fear!

He had just poked his head out curiously, just in time to see a machine gun fall out of mid-air and fall into the ruins of the house that had been destroyed by the shelling!

"Is it a human or a ghost? In the end, people are ghosts! Isn't it the god of Pingshan Mountain? ”

Thinking of the one-person high mountain god temple he saw on the way up the mountain, he became suspicious.

Time passes little by little,

No more gunfire was heard in that direction.

He didn't want to stay here anymore, he didn't want to burn down the village now, he just wanted to get out of this weird place as soon as possible!

"Let's go!"

He gestured to the soldiers who were hiding behind the house not far away, and the two soldiers on the other side immediately turned around and ran towards the outside of the village.

The next moment,

"Smack! Syllable! Two sounds, like a nightmare, resounded in the squadron leader's heart.

Two soldiers fell to the ground one after another!

Once again, the scene was at a stalemate.

The devil soldiers didn't dare to show up, and Zhou Yang didn't dare to appear in broad daylight and suddenly appear under the guns of the ghost soldiers.

However, Zhou Yang is not in a hurry, there is food and drink in the carry-on space, and when he is tired, he has a rolled-up coat on his head, and he can take a comfortable nap for a while. Moreover, the mission has been completed, and you can return to the wasteland at any time, and there are no worries anymore.

Reaching out from a canvas bag, he took out an orange, peeled off the skin and carefully cleaned the orange shreds, and put a petal in his mouth.

The sweet sugar orange burst out with a sweet taste in his mouth, making Zhou Yang's mood beautiful.

Time passed little by little, and from time to time, there were devils who escaped and showed their heads and were killed by Zhou Yang!

Finally, after more than three hours of quiet confrontation, the devils could no longer withstand the pressure, and the devils under the scorching sun, after hearing a sharp whistle, suddenly dispersed, and fled in all directions, all towards the outside of the village!

For a moment, the figure pupiled.

"Smack!"

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ”

The gunshots kept rang out, Zhou Yang kept pulling the bolt, aiming at the fleeing yellow figure, and the bullets were like messengers of death, burrowing into the bodies of the devils and sending them into the boundless hell.

A corpse was thrown on the road from time to time, but there were too many devils who escaped, and they ran in different directions, and in the end, there were still dozens of devils who ran out of Zhou Yang's effective range, and then they didn't dare to go back all the way, and fled frantically towards the bottom of the mountain!

"Bang!"

When the devils ran out, a figure suddenly appeared in the void and fell into the ruins of the house.

Glancing at the watch on my wrist, 240/100.

It's already 2.4 times more than the task.

Looking at the dead ghosts everywhere in the village, Zhou Yang stepped on his leather boots and picked up two machine guns and matching bullet boxes, two grenadiers, as well as a few pistols, a number of bullets, and a number of grenades, which filled the carry-on space.

As for the rest, mortars, 38 big covers, these old antiques, Zhou Yang, who is already about to return to the wasteland, can't look down on it, so it is better to leave it for Wutong, who lacks equipment and even has no rifles.

Zhou Yang turned his neck, looked around the village that had been in the village for more than a month, looked at the dead devil, breathed a sigh of relief, and the figure disappeared in place.

After another half an hour, five or six people came out of the mountains in the distance, and the first one was to find that Zhou Yang was not in the team, and Wutong, who led the team back to look for it, and Li Jianguo, Zhang Ligong, Zhang Long and others were behind.

Soon, Wu Tong and his party went into hiding and returned to the village.

The pungent bloody gas, horizontal and vertical, cascading corpses together!

There are no signs of normal battles, and there are no friendly troops.

But in the short time it hasn't been long, there's already been a fierce battle here!

This bizarre scene made them stunned and puzzled.