The right hand was raised, the arms and body formed a standard 90-degree right angle. The left eye narrowed slightly, the right eye was wide open, half aimed, and half felt, and two shots were shot in a straight line.

I’m sorry, the one above! You are really not the time to come!

In the blink of an eye, the left hand was raised flat, the arms were stretched, and the direction was estimated from the corner of the eye. The front of the cooking was immediately shook his head with a Latin dance-style lightning and facing the left side. In the flash, the left eye suddenly widened, quickly determining the exact direction of the target. At this moment, every neuron was fully mobilized to complete the final muzzle fine adjustment in the shortest time - there is always a limit to the human reaction. If the Soviet soldier on the left pulled the trigger when he saw Lin En appear, the victory of this battle would probably belong to him. Unfortunately, he would have to do it.

Very, the young and fearless Russian soldier subconsciously made a gun-catching move, which was extremely fatal to him - the German "Night Warrior" standing opposite him would not miss such an opportunity. You should know that in just one month, he experienced the battle of blood and fire, and learned practical skills from the "Vampire" commando, coupled with his strong desire to survive and an extremely calm mind, how could he go far and go and add to his feet?

What a p... What a p...

Two shots were shot in succession, one bounced through the chest and one bounced into the abdomen. The blood spurted out from the wound was still flying in the air, and Lin Neng used his left foot to exert force inward to drive his body to tilt, and his right foot was back half a step back at the same time, with the station as the axis, and his body and his arms turned clockwise. At this moment, the third Soviet soldier who surrounded the right side pulled the trigger. With the firing of the first bullet, the unsightly metal bolt of the pps42 began to reciprocate at a frequency of 105 times per minute, and the bullets were from the gun

The rate of ejection from the mouth is also quite good. Each round-headed bullet leaving the muzzle rotates forward rapidly due to the dual effects of gunpowder and rifle. They roll up invisible ripple in the air and draw out a completely straight trajectory that looks completely straight to the naked eye. Within a very close distance, they should have accurately flew towards the target that the gun user used the three-point and one-line principle to lock. However, except for the first bullet, the muzzle behind them is slightly jumped due to the recoil caused by the muzzle, which forms a small range of dispersion.

It was this dispersal that conformed to the laws of nature that allowed Lynn to avoid the misfortune of becoming a "human sieve". Even so, a ruthless bullet instantly penetrated the fine material of the "Black Pea" uniform, unstoppablely tearing open the originally flawless body, penetrated its internal tissue with huge kinetic energy, and came out from the opposite side without touching the bones.

When a strong sense of pain came from his right arm, the psychological prevention I had done before could stop Lin Neng's deep shock. Before his body and his arms had completed the original movement, the impact caused by the bullet made him lose balance in an instant, and his right hand felt like he had been hit hard by a stick, almost not even holding the gun, and the muzzle was even more outrageous. At this time, the benefits of the two guns were revealed. When his right arm was injured, his eyes were violent due to external stimulation.

However, when he was closed, he continued to move his left hand completely based on his intuition, facing the bursting sound of submachine guns at close range, and pulled the trigger for a glimmer of hope of survival. In a continuous shooting state, his index finger, which exerted force, fully demonstrated its powerful combat power as a "submachine pistol". Even though the jump of the muzzle exceeded control, an unexpected headshot came from a bullet at a distance of less than three meters!

Due to the unstoppable inertia, the submachine guns in the hands of the Soviet soldiers were still roaring, and the mullet guns held in Lin En's left hand also fired more bullets one after another - they each lost their target, either pierced into the soil, or flew into the void, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The gunshot stopped, and Lin En fell head-on into the mud pit. At this moment, he felt that life no longer belonged to him, and there seemed to be a god of death in front of him. However, after a moment, the consciousness in his mind was slightly awake. Although his right shoulder and arm were still in severe pain, his arms, wrists and fingers could still move. He wanted to just lie down and rest for a while, even for a few seconds, but the voice from the bottom of his heart reminded him: Get up, this is the battlefield, the danger has not been eliminated, and one more second of hesitation may break the road to life!

With the left hand holding the mull gun as support, Lin En tried his best to get up. The three Soviet soldiers who climbed up the hill had all fallen, but fortunately they were only a few of them left in this group. With the moonlight, he squinted his eyes and saw that except for the one who was shot in the head, the other two were not dead. One was still struggling, and the other was just twitching.

The injured beasts often fall into a state of out-of-control and violent out-of-control, but Lin En did not. He looked at the two Soviet soldiers calmly, believing that they could not pose a threat to him for the time being, so he gritted his teeth and climbed out of the pit, lowered his right arm, lowered his waist and back, and walked forward a few meters in small steps. In fact, he jumped into another pit with heavy weight. The remains of the Soviet sentry facing the pit wall remained the same. Lin En leaned against the pit wall, and his half-way posture made him feel much more relaxed. It was too late to use the lenses. He leaned out his head and looked forward: Although the second batch of attacking Soviet soldiers lost a lot of people because of their sneak attack from the side, they did not withdraw their troops. The remaining seven or eight had already climbed along the hillside to about twenty meters away. In other words, if he came half a minute later, they would have reached the top of the slope!

Obviously because of a companion coming up, this group of Soviet soldiers neither fired or dropped bullets, but maintained a cautious attitude of lowering their heads and waists. The machine guns and mortars in the woods behind also suspended firepower due to the same concerns. Such opportunities are naturally hard to come by. Although every move of the right arm would cause more severe pain, Lin Neng still forcibly took out the last grenade from his pocket. Unlike the previous two F1s, this one is the rg-42 offensive grenade that is currently equipped with the Soviet army in large quantities. Its bullet body is like a round can with a small cross-section and a tall head, and a long and thin hairpin** is inserted on the bullet body. The built-in intense explosives of this grenade are more than twice that of the F1 type, but due to the different fragmentation modes, the effective killing range is slightly smaller.

For the time being, he put down the left hand of the wrench gun and grabbed the grenade with his index finger. He pulled the grenade with his right index finger and pulled it forward. Lin Neng threw it forward in a very awkward position, then quickly lowered his head, and picked up the wrench gun again. When the grenade exploded (delay of 3.2 to 4 seconds), he suddenly turned over, pointed his right knee and ended the wrench gun with his left hand. He had practiced such a "Chinese move" countless times in the dormitory and shooting range of the commando headquarters, and even fiddled on the way. Although he still lacked shooting accuracy, his posture was definitely like a fake one.

Today, there was a chance to teach the Russians a good lesson, but his right arm was injured. Lin En could only practice with his left hand that he was not good at. However, when he saw the scene in front of him, the burden in his heart was immediately reduced by half. The Soviet soldiers were not close to each other before, but now they were lying or lying down one by one. I don’t know if they were all dead or temporarily fainted, and there was no movement at all.

Seeing his companions being brutally killed, the Soviet soldiers in the woods were not willing to give up. "Deshka" barked violently like a vicious dog that smelled a strange human. The mortars originally used to ambush the German night attack troops opened fire without being outdone. The top of the slope was only this little place. Under the bombardment of fierce guns, mud chips suddenly flew across the tree bark. Lin Neng hurriedly in the dirt pit, his right arm was already a little numb.

, This is not a good thing. He quickly took out his first aid kit, endured the severe pain of the wound and pressed the bleeding-suppressing cotton on the front wound, and simply bandaged it with a bandage. Because he could only use his left hand, it was the first time he had to perform first aid treatment for himself. The degree of crudeness can be imagined. After doing this, he felt a little better, so he took out a cigarette from his pocket, ignored the mud and sand that fell like the drizzle, lit the cigarette, took a sip, and finally felt relieved!

Before a cigarette was finished, the Soviet guns and cannons were still not calm. However, there were bursts of gunfire coming from behind, which didn't sound too far. Judging from the time, Eric and the others should have retreated from the village, and they didn't know how they were injured or killed - more importantly, they wouldn't really be stubborn and run away as they said!
Chapter completed!