If it is said that the distance between Long Hanxue and Long Zhan is only one step away, then the distance between Mo Yun and Long Zhan is almost close to the end of the world before Long Zhan's thumb that pressed the button was released.

When Long Hanxue heard Mo Yun's 'not good', he immediately reacted from his deep feelings, turned around, and pounced on his son like a hungry tiger!

But even if Long Hanxue's speed is fast, it can't be faster than the speed at which the current is transmitted to the bottle mouth sheet through the wire in an instant, Long Hanxue's eyes and pupils suddenly dilated at the moment of fluttering, he knew that he didn't have time to stop it at all, but even so, he still pounced without hesitation!

Even if you die, you have to die with your son!

If it is said that with the conditioned reflex of a soldier's own brain in the face of danger, Long Hanxue and Mo Yun should be like two armored combat vehicles, looking for their own barriers to avoid the five home-made gasoline incendiary bombs.

After all, in terms of pros and cons, they should choose to avoid with a 50% chance of survival, rather than rescue with no chance of winning.

But whether it was Long Hanxue or Mo Yun, they didn't make any evasion, and at the moment when Long Hanxue pounced, a gunshot almost like thunder immediately sounded in his ears:

"Bang...... Bang...... Bang...... Bang...... Bang......"

Five shots in a row, without the slightest hesitation or the slightest gap, Long Hanxue clearly saw the five soda bottles hanging on Long Zhan's chest, and the filament-like wires connecting the positive and negative electrodes were broken in response.

Five bullets flashed across Long Zhan's chest at almost the same speed and at the same angle, like lightning in two and a half seconds, forming five deep bullet marks in his chest.

The moment the bullet wiped away the sludge, Long Zhan's chest, the flesh that was cut by the bullet turned out instantly, and the blood didn't even have time to overflow from the wound, Long Hanxue had already caught his son!

"Bang...... Snap ......"

Two crystal tears overflowed from Long Hanxue's eyes, dripping on Long Zhan's face full of mud, and a water mark clearly crossed his face, only to hear Long Hanxue say in an almost choked voice:

"My son, Daddy is sorry for you, but you are Daddy's only hope, and your mother's only hope, I hope you can ......"

Long Hanxue didn't continue, but the choked voice had completely revealed the pain and unbearability in his heart, he held the unconscious Long Zhan tightly in his arms, eighteen years, this was the second time he hugged his son so tightly, the first time, it was when he picked up Long Zhan in front of his wife's grave and came to prison.

"Hoo ......"

Mo Yun on the side watched the crisis be resolved, and exhaled fiercely: "Grandma, fortunately, Lao Tzu's marksmanship is accurate!" ”

After Mo Yun finished speaking, he looked at the five dark brown bullet holes on the sleeve of his empty right arm, and then looked at his left hand, which was still trembling with nervousness at the moment, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly:

"Haha...... Lao Tzu is also bold enough, actually ...... Ha ha...... Stimulation ......"

Two veterans of the Dragon Scale Guard, one sobbing silently like a child, and the other laughing like a madman, if outsiders know that the instructor of the Dragon Scale Guard, Dragon Claw and the King of Soldiers' Stinger, at this moment, because of a child, a drill, made such a mad scene, maybe it will become a joke in the military world of country Z!

You must know that the accuracy of Mo Yun's left-handed single-shot shooting is much worse than that of his right-handed, and people's habitual use of the right hand makes people's left brain far more developed than the right brain, resulting in the strength and reaction of the left hand are far inferior to the right hand.

Although Mo Yun usually deliberately trains his left hand and right brain, in the continuous five shots just now, what he has to test is not only his shooting level.

Mo Yun's gun is a 5.8 mm caliber Type 92 pistol, and the diameter of the five wires is only about two millimeters, so when Mo Yun shoots, he not only has to bear great psychological pressure, but at the same time, the speed of the gun must also be before Long Zhan completely releases the button and the current detonates the bomb, and this time is only three seconds at most.

Under the dual pressure of psychology and speed, ordinary people may choose to give up, or even run away in a hurry with their tails between their legs.

And this is just a factor that an ordinary soldier can take into account, but when Mo Yun shoots, he has to consider two other issues.

The first is the recoil generated when shooting, which makes it possible for each of his shots to have the slightest deviation in the accuracy of the target, and this slightest deviation is enough to make the bullet miss the wire of about two millimeters, so no matter which shot misses, this extinction disaster cannot be avoided.

Second, when firing five consecutive rounds of uninterrupted shooting, the extreme heat caused by the bullet and the chamber will cause the trajectory of the shot to deviate, and such deviations cannot be avoided by the shooter.

If the psychological and physiological factors in the front can be overcome by a soldier through training, then the two major factors that can almost determine life and death in the back can only be judged by the feelings of a soldier!

Therefore, Mo Yun used the empty sleeve of his right arm to tightly wrap the muzzle of the gun to reduce the thermal friction generated when the bullet was discharged, so as to reduce the deviation of the trajectory as much as possible, and then used his body to tightly press against the left hand holding the pistol to reduce the impact of recoil on shooting accuracy when shooting.

It was only at this moment that Mo Yun felt a pain in his face, because it was too close to the pistol, so the five blazing bullet casings smashed directly into his face the moment they jumped out of the shell window, leaving five red burning spots on Mo Yun's face.

"Thank you, Boss!"

When Long Hanxue was full of tears and said this sentence to Mo Yun, Mo Yun's body couldn't help but be excited, eighteen years, a full eighteen years, since Long Hanxue left the Dragon Scale Guard, this is the first time he has called himself 'boss', this boss made Mo Yun seem to have returned to the battle field where he lived and died together, so that his cold face actually showed a heartfelt smile of relief.

"It's fine!"

Mo Yun's left hand, which was holding the gun, thumped slightly on his chest, which was the sign language of their dragon scale warriors, meaning to put their lives in the hands of their brothers.

Long Hanxue listened to the dull sound of beating his chest, and the tears he finally held back came out of his eyes again, but he didn't speak, just stretched out his right hand, beat his chest heavily, and made a long-lost sign language unique to this dragon scale guard.

"Old Dragon, this battle is finally over!" Mo Yun gently closed the safety of the gun, stuffed it back into his waist and said:

"You have a good son, he's too tired, let him rest, I'll take him away tomorrow!"

"Well, good!" Long Hanxue listened to Mo Yun's words, nodded unconsciously, he picked up his son with his own hands, put him in the temporary rest position in the war room, and wiped the sludge on the sleeping Long Zhan's body little by little, and bandaged all the wounds on his body.

He rubbed it very carefully, and wrapped it very carefully, as if he was a veteran who was maintaining his own gun, and he was on the verge of despair, the only brother who could decide his life and death, at this moment, he was no longer using Long Zhan as a sharp blade for his revenge, at this moment, Long Zhan had only one identity, that is, his son of Long Hanxue.