When Břea showed abilities that I could not have imagined, I could no longer distinguish between east and west.

Guns were blaring overhead, guns were ringing on the hillside, and the mountains and forests were filled with fog and gunsmoke, and from time to time there was the sound of trees being burned and bursting.

At this moment, on the hillside behind me, Bjea had just taken refuge in the bushes, and before he could take a closer look, he reached in with one hand.

It was the only sentry left of the few men he had just killed.

At that time, Bzhea killed the red berets, and there was a gunshot, and the goods turned around from the mountain and walked back, originally he should have been guarding against those people on the top of the mountain, but Bzhea did not come down from his side.

The second his hand reached into the bushes and the creature felt that he had touched something, he grabbed Bjea by the collar. Obviously, he was unprepared, and he didn't know that he could touch someone in the bushes, so he didn't shoot in the first place.

The difference between Bjea and the others is completely on display.

He didn't know what to be afraid of.

If, I mean, when Břea describes this passage to me, and I am the protagonist of the story, I am looking ahead in the bushes, and someone pulls me by the collar behind my neck, I will first feel 'excited' in my heart, and then immediately get up and raise my hands in the air.

He didn't do what I imagined, he sensed the position of his opponent's gun at the same time that the other party poked the muzzle of the gun into the bushes and made contact with his body, and then turned around along the muzzle of the gun, and turned his body to the other side, the opponent's hand was still on his shoulder and did not let go, but Buzhea pressed the muzzle of the opponent's gun......

At close range of the AK spear on his chest, he took out the pistol directly from his waist, opened the safety with his thumb, lifted his heel up, and rubbed the bolt of the pistol against his heel, and after loading the gun with a 'click', the other party pulled the trigger - da......

In the sound of gunshots, the first shot hit the opponent's thigh directly, and bang!

The man took advantage of the situation and went down, and the muzzle of Bjea's gun immediately cocked, and he fired a second shot at the other party's jaw - pop!

Seeing a stream of blood splattering all over his face, he let go of his hand.

This is how quickly Břea reacts in battle, he is already out of trouble, and the other party only remembers to shoot!

When the corpse fell to the ground against the branches of the bushes, Břeah even kicked him lightly with his foot to test whether he was dead......

The bullets all hit the heavenly spirit cover, and he was still testing whether the other party was dead or not, just like that, before leaving, he was stunned to make up for an extra shot in the other party's head.

It's all a habit, a habit that has been cultivated for many years, and this habit will feel uncomfortable if there is any step missing in actual combat, as long as it is actually combated, it must be done in actual combat without falling behind, and it is estimated that there is obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The problem is, after this kid picked up the gun, he really didn't know what it meant to be afraid.

In this muzzle-to-muzzle engagement, Břea, like a newborn calf, does not have any of our fears of bullets.

But all the body movements are like the program code set by the God of Wealth in the computer, knowing when to run like the wind, when to stop, squat down and watch the changes.

It's an instinct.

The instinct cultivated on the battlefield for a long time relies on the lesson of every teammate falling to the ground in the rain of bullets, and uses the trauma of the body's repeated wrong decisions that lead to a near-death state to enhance the instinct created by the sensory system.

If Lin Minxian called this raid Dingjun to behead Xiahou, then I am willing to call the god of war in the jungle at this moment, Changshan Burea.

He's really seven in and seven out.

Even if there is no right number.

On two occasions I even heard a ghostly muzzle firing around me, but I couldn't find the man's shadow in the woods.

Bang!

Dada-da.

When I saw a green soldier on the mountainside again being hit by a bullet and falling to the ground on his back, the muzzle of the gun still rushed up and kept shooting, and the reluctance made him not stop shooting until he fell.

At this second, a black-faced man with a bloody face came out of the mist, it was Buzhea.

"Brother."

He scurried up to me with great dexterity, crouching behind the rocks and tilting his head to observe the situation ahead.

I, after completely locking my eyes on Bjea, asked as if I was in a different world: "How did you get down?" ”

"Killed."

Such a simple answer and covered in blood finally allowed me to find the shining point in this kid.

If you want to say that Da Hei and they practice the tactical cooperation of the regular army, then this kid Bzhea has practiced the spearfighting skills that are barbaric to the extreme, and even the troops are gradually abandoning.

Otherwise, when the phrase 'killed' is uttered, how can there be no pride and ostentatious meaning on his face, but feel ordinary?

"...... the"

"There's no time."

Bjea smiled at me: "Brother, I'll take you away first." ”

He didn't allow me to defend himself at all, as if he had done this kind of thing I don't know how many times, and shouted at a Wa guy next to him: "Yazi! ”

The boy rolled forward on the spot and rolled behind the boulder.

"Brother, gun."

Bjea was asking me for a gun, and then I remembered, the gun was always in my hand: "What do I use?" Despite this, he replied and handed the gun over.

"You don't need it."

He doesn't save me any face, but this isn't the time to save face.

"Yazi, remember, just hide behind this stone and shoot down the mountain, so that they think our master is still squatting here, do you understand?"

Yazi seemed to know what she was going to go through, and nodded through gritted teeth.

Without explanation, Bjea took my arm and turned around and headed up the hill.

"Brother, the car on the mountain is not bulletproof, and I will sit in the back seat for a while, and the back seat behind me."

I was so anxious that I sweated through my head and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Drive you down, break out of the encirclement first, and then go around a mountain bag and return to Mengneng."

"!"

"Don't come nonsense, we don't know how many people are hiding under the mountain, don't you rush down to get bullets?"

On the way up the mountain, Bjea dragged me to the top of the mountain, and still had the strength to respond: "Sometimes, you have to gamble. ”

I climbed a steep slope with the help of Bjea: "Fart, gambling with the lives of our brothers?" ”

At such a moment of crisis, Bjea was suddenly stunned.

I could tell from the look in his eyes that talking was a art.

What if I said, 'You're gambling with my life?' Maybe Bjea's blood can be cold, he risked his life to save me, if I only have myself in my eyes, can people not be sad?

But now!

The twinkle in Brzea's eyes told me that he was doing it worthwhile, and that he was willing!

"Brother, your luck has always been better than mine, this time, you have to borrow some luck from me."

We climbed to the bottom of the mountain with great difficulty, and on the way I tripped over the vines and the corpses, and finally stumbled and picked up the life from the mountainside. People didn't even stumble in the process of going up the mountain, just like going back to their own home, they just came up.

"Mr. Xu!"

The first person to emerge from the back of the car was the female teacher, and I didn't treat her at all, and opened my mouth to open my mouth directly: "Now I know why don't you take the children out?" ”

The female teacher's mouth was open, as if she wanted to say something, but all the words made me hold back, and I couldn't get a word out.

"So many kids?"

I was stupid.

Completely killed, the piles of children in the back of the car could fill these two green pickups!

What I thought was that if I left these kids in the mountains...... In this life, don't think about commanding even any ordinary people in Mengneng again.

They have to hate me to death, they have to curse me in rumors that I won't die well, and even if I can completely suppress them by force, I will never be able to cultivate any popular hearts.

"Who drives."

But I gritted my teeth and asked this sentence.

I fuck and don't want to die! (End of chapter)