Chapter 273: How big is your life

The bayonet roared, raised his hand and raised the svd sniper rifle in his hand.

The gun chamber was dark and filled with endless murderous intent, and the bayonet face was even more decisive and solemn. When the battle reached this point, it was already very satisfying to be able to survive until now. If the girl, the goddess of luck, would be embarrassed if she was covered by the bayonet.

There were enemies all around, and gunfire everywhere, but the bayonet still fired at the enemy fearlessly. As soon as the gun was fired, it was a three-point interval sniper technique. Once this person really let go, he might really have a great character and all his potential burst out. The bayonet felt that he had never shot so smoothly.

Bang bang bang bang!

He made two consecutive steps backwards, and avoided the enemies who launched snipers at him in the distance. The enemy bayonet attacking in front of him fired without hesitation. He really lost his money at this time. Anyway, I have made a fortune, and it’s nothing to sacrifice. The bayonet thought like this.

Not to mention that at such a close distance, the bayonets were really powerful. After three bullets were fired, two Vietnamese rebels screamed and rolled down the hillside. The svd sniper rifle's bullets were extremely powerful, which made the two Vietnamese rebels terrible. One of them was broken by a bullet and was hit in front of their chests. The other one was even more miserable and was directly exposed.

At this time, this is a bloody battlefield where you die or I die. Bayonet may not have thought that he could survive, but he would never mind killing a few more enemies. Such a level is absolutely super-level performance for him.

When two Vietnamese rebel soldiers fell into a pool of blood, he had no intention of boring thoughts such as apologies. His figure was as fast as lightning. He had already set his sights on another position that seemed to allow him to defend against bullets on both sides.

After dodging two bullets of bullets, the bayonet was lucky enough to see that there was a huge rock on the mountain resist behind him. The huge rock was in the real position on the top of the mountain, forming a clamping hole, so that the bayonet would not have to worry about the enemy's attack in at least two directions.

Rest, position, aim! The shooting instinct at three points and one line immediately hit the bullet with the svd sniper rifle in his hand. After completely abandoning the thought in his heart, the bayonet actually found that his shooting ability had reached amazing accuracy. The battlefield with huge pressure was enough to make people enter a perfect shooting state in an instant.

The challenges that snipers must face at all times are also the value of snipers' existence on the battlefield. An excellent sniper must seize opportunities in fleeting fighter jets, let the bullets in the gun chamber fill their lives, and let it fly naturally on the battlefield like tracking missiles. No enemy staring at it can escape the fate of death.

Bayonet used to think that he was not very smart in the sniper industry, but he didn't expect that when he was on the verge of life and death, he burst out all his potential, shot three times in a row! He actually knocked down two more enemies. The screams of these two enemies when they died made the Vietnamese rebels around him frightened, and even the pace of attack slowed down.

At this moment, a grim smile appeared on the Baekaboo's face, and he seemed to be roaring in his heart:

"Damn it! I will work hard too. Come on! Bastard! Let you taste the power of bullets..."

On the battlefield, either you die or I die. There is no mercy and no need for warmth. Endless cold-blooded killing is the only way to survive.

Bayonet didn't expect to survive in this situation. He now felt that if he fought with the enemy, the longer he persisted, the more intense the fight would be. The soldiers of the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade who followed him would not fall into an ambush circle. He had to continue doing this, and he would have to fight for a longer time. Don't sacrifice here at once, which would be even more perfect.

So the bayonet guarded a big rock, faced the enemy that was rushing down to him, and quickly fought a positional battle with the enemy. He placed the submachine gun on the boulder, then took out the only three grenades from behind, and the svd sniper rifle that was almost gone in bullets in his hand. The only thing that made the bayonet regret was that he had known that there was such a fierce battle waiting for him, so why didn't he collect some ammunition from the enemy at first?

A group of Vietnamese rebels rushed over with a scream, and the bayonet picked up submachine guns and shot at the enemy. Before the Vietnamese rebels could gain a foothold, several of them were piled up. Blood splattered and screamed in terrifyingly.

But then the bayonet was not good at loving it. When he fired this bullet, the enemy's attacks followed one after another. The bullets ruthlessly opened their fangs at him. The bayonet let out a muffled groan, and only felt a numbness on his shoulders. It seemed that a bullet had bitten away a huge piece of flesh. The heat that could not be said on his shoulders was not hurt. Fortunately, he finally did not hurt his muscles.

However, the bayonet ignored all this. He had to rest assured his body through the enemy's rain of bullets. He half fell down and swept the Vietnamese rebels in the other direction. Regardless of whether they were fighting or not, those guys fell down and were completely knocked out by the bayonet's desperate attitude. They all fell down. They were so arrogant that they were so scared that they were afraid of being desperate.

Dada, but even though the enemy was hiding, the bullets were still shot out from the chamber and hit the bayonet. At this moment, the bayonets also started to frantically. The bullets hit the huge rock where he was hiding, and the stone chips flew around, but he didn't care at all.

Both the enemy and us could see each other's hatred and flames in each other's eyes. The bayonet was not caring about anything else, so he could not stop shooting because the enemy was getting closer and closer to them, and the enemy's blood was splattering closer to him. The strong smell of blood mixed with smoke poured into his respiratory tract, as if it could suffocate people.

There are too many enemies, and they are fighting batch after batch. This temporary position cannot be defended at all. It may be just a matter of time before he will be defeated by the enemy.

A grenade thrown by the enemy landed near the bayonet. The bayonet threw it back without thinking about picking it up. The grenade almost exploded when it landed on the huge rock. The huge impact force suddenly collapsed the large stone that had already been holed. The bayonet felt blood burst out from its face in an instant, and the gravel was like a bullet that immediately injured him.

The enemy behind the side is too close. The bayonet has no time to shoot on both sides, so they use grenades to make the enemy desperate. One... two... three... It is a joke to say that it is a safe thing to save ammunition at this time. The biggest worry of the bayonet is that if he dies, but there are still a lot of bullets left, that would be fatal? It is best to kill a few more people after they are exhausted. The bayonet thinks like this.

The effect of bomb dropping was unable to be distinguished. The bayonet could only mechanically swing grenades towards the formation that was attacking the enemy in front of the position. Someone kept falling down in front of the position, and the enemy kept making up. The bayonet knew that the Vietnamese rebels died in front of the position were out of numbers, but it was the first time he felt the power of defense.

The sound of gunfire, explosions, and the passionate roars on the battlefield made by bayonets and Vietnamese rebels. The two sides fought in a turbulent manner, but soon the bayonet discovered that the svd sniper rifle bullets were finished and the grenades were gone. Even the last AK47 was left with only the last magazine, but the enemy's gunfire did not decrease, and instead the people seemed to be fighting more and more.

What's strange is that the bayonet has been hit for so long, but there is no bullet to come to him. Maybe it's a bit like being attracted to the goddess of luck recently, so the bayonet decided to take this opportunity to destroy a few more enemies.

But he had not had time to look and observe. A pale face of a Vietnamese rebel suddenly appeared on the dilapidated rock. The bayonet reacted very quickly and picked up the ak47 in his hand and smashed it hard. The huge force could not be blocked even if the enemy's large edge helmet. A wisp of blood flowed down from the enemy's head. The Vietnamese rebels slid down from the position and actually left the submachine gun above the big stone.

It was because the bayonet could not be found, but the bayonet did not expect the enemy to take the initiative to send it over. He picked it up and shot at the enemy. Seeing the enemy falling down screaming, he was shouting at his comrades who had just fallen:

"Damn how many rebels are you? Damn, I've made a lot of money! Hold on for a while, hold on for a while, I want to kill a few more!"

While shooting, he moved left and right to the position. The bayonet didn't want to stand still and let the enemy shoot, but the ground was not flat. Suddenly he was brought down and fell to the ground. Then he felt as if he was being hugged from behind, and then a disgusting smell of blood came from behind, accompanied by a wild roar like a beast.

"Damn, someone has come around from behind. Do you want to capture me alive?"

"Fuck, if you don't have this good thing, isn't it just a hand-to-hand fight? Who am I afraid of?!"

"As long as I haven't fallen yet, I will never give up!"

The sudden enemy situation basically determines the fate that the bayonet will face, but the bayonet screamed unyieldingly.

This was the most primitive battle. The bayonet flicked its body desperately, and then smashed the submachine gun in its hand down. A stream of blood burst into his face. The Vietnamese rebel under his body finally exuded a long howl of despair, and his hands were no longer able to tie him up.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the Vietnamese rebels had begun to be blown by grenades by him, but this guy was lucky enough not to be killed. Seeing the bayonet retreating to him, the guy hugged him without a gun in his hand, trying to control him, but he didn't expect that the bayonet was so brave that he suddenly opened his head!

Da da da da da!

As soon as the bayonet killed such a person, he saw a Vietnamese rebel rushing forward on the slope of the corner of his eyes. Yaya plucked up his courage and shot him. The bayonet felt nervous, but his hands were very quick to react. Now there were enemies around him. He hugged the Vietnamese rebel who had just smashed the beginning and rolled down the hillside, purely trying to use the dead Vietnamese rebel in front of him as a target to block bullets.

The bullets were shot and several shots hit the dead Vietnamese rebels. The bayonet rolled down and didn't expect to survive, because he had already rolled into the enemy pile at this time, but it was also beneficial to roll into the enemy pile at this time. At least the enemy did not dare to shoot him, for fear of being injured by accident. This was originally the purpose of the bayonet.

The bayonet that entered the enemy group became alive. He raised the submachine gun in his hand and fired it. Three enemies were knocked down in a row. Unfortunately, when he fired again, he found that the bullets had been empty. But he was not afraid of this. He jumped up like a god of killing, and had already replaced a dagger drawn from his legs in his hand, trying to fight with the Vietnamese rebels in front of him.

There were several bayonets against a few, and no one could tell how many people were, but he was not afraid at all. He grabbed an enemy's submachine gun and flashed through another stinging light he stabbed. The bayonet cut off one of the enemies' neck with Kaba on his waist, and then quickly snatched the submachine gun in his hand, and quickly knocked down another enemy with the bayonet.

Seeing that the bayonet was extremely brave, the Vietnamese rebel behind him gritted his teeth and did not retreat. He rushed up, but the bayonet let his sprint and inserted the snatched enemy's submachine gun into the enemy's chest. The guy's eyes showed despair. He let out a painful howl, and then his body was kicked away by the bayonet.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the bayonet retreated back and avoided an enemy's sting, but suddenly snatched into the arms of a Vietnamese rebel. The enemy who had just rushed over had not figured out the situation, but he felt a heavy elbow hit his lower abdomen. He subconsciously bent his weight, but took the initiative to send his neck to the bayonet's saber. The ak army stabbing was astonishingly sharp, and almost cut off half of his neck.

The Vietnamese rebels rushed behind to find the bayonet that killed their companions with naked hands like a devil. The guy stopped in horror, and was so scared that his face was pale and he dared not fight with the bayonet again. He desperately used a submachine gun to shoot at the bayonet. At the critical moment of life and death, the bayonet did not know the strength of the bayonet. He pulled the dead Vietnamese rebels back, took advantage of a sudden violent explosion and threw out the trench, took the opportunity to pull out the pistol from the waist of the dead enemy, and knocked down the Vietnamese rebels who shot him with one shot.

Damn it! I'm going to fight, but I can't be a hero again in 18 years!

With the pistol, the bayonet saw a Vietnamese rebel shooting at him from the side. He turned around and screamed and knocked him down suddenly, then rushed forward to pick up the submachine gun in his hand. The bullets shot at the Vietnamese rebels rushing up. Endless anger burst out in his eyes, a chilling red cold light appeared, but his mouth was howling like a wolf.

The enemy looked at the bayonet "" and the violent roar of gunfire in the bayonet's hand. Some enemies found that they were about to shoot at him, but the bayonet could actually knock him down immediately. His speed was amazingly fast, and almost no one could shoot at him. What was even more surprising was that the bayonet was extremely accurate in shooting. Two or three enemies were knocked down in succession and had no chance of survival at all!

The enemy was surprised. A terrifying expression appeared on their expressionless faces for the first time. The bayonet impressed them extremely deeply. He was like an unyielding war soul on a position. Once someone attempted to occupy his position, he would be prepared to accept death.

However, there were too many enemies, and the cunning enemy surrounded him from all directions. A bullet suddenly attacked. The bayonet felt weak under his feet and his body couldn't help but kneel down. But he still did not surrender. He raised his erotic hand and was still shooting, but then he felt a loud bang in his head.

With a bang, the bayonet fell to the ground in pain. The huge back of the head made his stomach churn. He actually wanted to vomit, and he really vomited, but he raised his head but burst into tears! An enemy was slamming his forehead with a butt and then he wanted to raise the gun, but an enemy raised his legs and flew over. The bayonet felt the severe pain in his hand and couldn't even hold the gun, and then flew out.

The bayonet fell to the ground. Before he got up, he found two or two Vietnamese rebels pounced at him. Then he pressed him tightly with his body, grabbed the dagger in his hand, and punched him twice in the face. At that time, the bayonet had only one idea: I have no choice but to run away! I am going to return to my position and I am dead!

"No, they don't seem to want to beat me to death and want to capture me alive? Damn, how can I let him and the others catch him?"

But death did not come. The bayonet was knocked to death by the enemy's butt. Then he felt his hand being carried behind him, and then pressed his waist with his knees, making him unable to move. It was obvious that the enemy wanted to tie him up with a rope. It seemed that he really wanted to capture him alive.

"No, I can't catch them!"

The bayonet roared in his heart. He struggled desperately, but there were too many enemies. His vital force was suppressed by the enemy and he could not use his strength. The bayonet screamed in a hurry.

However, the moment the enemy took out a rope to tie him up, a gunshot suddenly appeared, and the bayonet was surprised to find that the powerful bondage force behind him disappeared in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, he heard gunfire and seemed to hear the surrounding enemies screaming in frenzy and fear. Then the enemies around him fell one by one, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang one by one, falling to the ground, falling beside his bayonet.

Blood, fear, and howls appeared beside the bayonet. When the bayonet panted in surprise and raised its head, it happened to see a Vietnamese rebel lying down next to him with endless horror. The Vietnamese rebels and bayonet were only a short distance away, but the bayonet was filled with joy.

"The captain is here, I can't die?"

The Vietnamese rebel in front of him was extremely miserable in death. He rushed into his forehead mercilessly, and then passed through the back of his head. The bullet instantly took the kid's life. Who else can besides the captain's perverted sniper technique for such a signature shot?

Of course, the shooting is far from stopping. In addition to this uninterrupted sniper attack, the sound of a submachine gun shooting came from the other side of the hillside. Under such a dense attack, the bayonet was shocked to find that the southern rebels who were excited to attack him were suddenly beaten and urinated. A large number of them died. They were not dead and were so shocked that they ran around. At this time, there were still people there to deal with his bayonet again?

At that moment, the bayonet was like a dream. He sighed a little at the age of how big his life was, and he couldn't even die...

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