"Da Da, bang...", the eight little devils shouted, their faces were hideous and terrifying, and with crazy shooting, they gradually approached Yangguan. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The hot air balloon came again, rising almost against the corner of the wall, and reached the rooftop with unmistakable accuracy, causing the devil to step in lightly, moving quickly and quickly, occupying the northeast corner almost in ten seconds.

From the moment the devil emerged, the light machine gun fired continuously, and the 38 big cover sniped accurately, and the coordination was seamless.

The scorching golden flames of the sun, accompanied by the torrential flow of catapults, the heat wave rolled endlessly, the air heated up significantly, filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and went straight to the southwest wall battlement, fierce and violent.

The skin of the wall buttress exploded one after another, peeling off layer by layer, the sand and dust boiled and splashed, and the gray-white dust mist swayed under the scorching sun, which did not spread for a long time, and some sand particles fell on Yangguan's body and were hot.

"Damn little devil, it's coming too fast!" Yang Guan squatted depressedly under the wall, and only now did he have palpitations. The encounter just now was very fierce, and there was no need to think much about it in the battle, only to shoot and kill.

At this moment, Yang Guan is full of worries, the little devil is too strong, and he is really worried about the safety of the pretty woman, but unfortunately he can't do anything. Looking down at his body, his clothes were almost shattered, and he didn't know how many holes there were.

He gasped involuntarily, a chill ran down his spine, he didn't know anything at that moment, he was vaguely frightened a few times, and he didn't think that he was bathing in the rain of bullets.

Yang Guan added three more blood marks on his body, burns, and scars from bullets close to his skin, which was hot: "Nima, archery is still not good, otherwise it won't be so thrilling, you must step up..."

He was scared, afraid of death, because he couldn't communicate after he died, the safety of the pretty woman, and the teacher's hard work and last wish were all reasons for fear, so he was afraid to die, always vigilant, cautious everywhere, but...

At the same time, Yangguan is not afraid of death, he has never been afraid of himself, he is in the age of blood and fire, and he has been prepared in his heart, maybe it is a relief, or there is a faint expectation, very strange thoughts.

Live for your life, fight for China, bathe your compatriots with blood, save your life for the beauty, cherish your life for your promise, and fight for your faith!

Yangguan has never been afraid of death, but he is afraid of death, it is such an extremely complex psychology, it can't be explained, no one will believe it?

At this moment, he was so scared that he wanted to die, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and his body even trembled slightly, why not be afraid? What is to be done is not done, that is the mission, the responsibility, the faith...

The scorching sun, the heat wave was rolling, accompanied by the hot sand particles poured on Yang Guan's body, the skin was not painful, but the pain, fear and self-blame in his heart were intertwined, making his hands clenched, his blood gushing, and hatred permeating.

"The **** little devils, they are all disasters brought by you, let's die!" Yangguan was furious, and took down the grenade without hurry, trying to end the battle as soon as possible.

Yangguan didn't squat for a long time, and his mind was spinning, and it took about twenty seconds to summarize the drawbacks of the encounter, as well as review the mission, responsibility and responsibility, and must not die!

In the meantime, the little devil was not idle, alternately covering, concealing the enemy, the distance of more than forty meters was shortened by half, if there was no cover to use, he would have already reached the hiding place of Yangguan.

Yangguan has not fought back, the little devil is suspicious, he is stumped by the judgment of his mind, and he keeps shooting, but he can't feel Yangguan's pulse, he doesn't dare to act rashly, and he doesn't have the courage to charge.

Maybe it's because Yangguan's prestige is far and wide, or the pastoral song has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so that the little devil is very jealous, and would rather waste bullets than dare to die easily, not to mention that no one wants to die.

"Hiss..." Yang Guan pulled out the pull ring, raised his hand and threw out the wall battlement in five seconds, arcing through the void, the green tail smoke drifted away with the wind, and went straight to the sky above the little devil's bunker with a snort.

The little devil was so frightened that he witnessed the trajectory of the grenade, and it exploded one meter above his head, and the grenade shell shattered instantly under the explosion of gunpowder, shooting in all directions.

The two little devils peed their pants on the spot, but unfortunately as soon as they urinated out, they were pierced by shrapnel, blood gushed out, their whole body was convincing, and they stared at a pair of dead fish eyes, full of nostalgia.

The grenade came suddenly, and the little devil was well-trained, so it was said that he was only injured if he couldn't dodge. However, Yang Guan learned well, and pinched the right time to make the grenade explode in the air, and the shrapnel could envelop a radius of five meters.

A grenade flew out again, causing the little devil on the other side to scream and flee for his life in a panic, but the speed was not fast enough, and both of them were injured to death, and the flax fell endlessly.

The four little devils in the near area were reimbursed, and the gunfire in the distance was even more intensive, obviously frightened, and each leaned on the wall battlements to block it.

"The mentality of rolling and shooting in the air is unstable, and the live ammunition feeding is not bad!" Yangguan muttered to himself, learning in the midst of war, unknowingly embarking on a bloody road, why it doesn't matter anymore.

I saw him roll over continuously suddenly, and the 7.7 sniper was always aimed at the front, locking, locking... With a thud, the chamber popped out, and the bullet thud pierced through the steel helmet, piercing the little devil's brain.

"Eight squares, on the right side..."Only the three little devils left exclaimed, and quickly turned their guns to fight back, terrifying under the horror, the crazy strafing of wah-quack, the crazy counterattack of survival and death.

Yang Guan quickly rolled and retreated to avoid the original place after sniping one person, not daring to carry out continuous kills with arrogance, but once again narrowly and dangerously brushed shoulders with death, and he was very depressed in his heart.

At this moment, he realized the emotions of the national * army on the battlefield, fighting for his life, using guns and aircraft artillery, but what he really fought against was the spirit, human spiritual instinct, and will.

If you are strong-willed, you will have a cold mind, and you will naturally have the right judgment in case of trouble, and then implement the most perfect solution; On the contrary, it is a mess, and it is absolutely dead on the battlefield.

The fear of death, the tragic news, the smoke and bullets, the noise of artillery, the indisperability of fate, etc., are all mental burdens, extremely cruel and multi-crushing, and they can't stand it, and they have to die if they rise on impulse.

As the saying goes, impulse is the devil, and it is normal to make mistakes when you lose your mind, and the devil soon has a dumb fire.

Yang Guan stood up in a daze, 7.7 sniper level, slammed out, the little devil was shot in the head and killed directly, the second shot chased the soul, and killed a devil again.

"Da Da Da..." There was only one little devil left who fought back tenaciously, missed two consecutive point shots, and simply stood up and approached with a gun, and actually sobered his head at the most critical moment, I have to say that the potential is unlimited.

Yangguan heard the footsteps of almost running, and knew that gambling against time was a psychological bet, and the accuracy of Bo's shot at that moment, who lost and who died, there is no second way?

He knew very well the crazy behavior of the little devil, and he was also forced to have no way Seven companions died one after another, how could only one person be left to fight? It's just a gamble, but will someone agree?

"Nima, play bushido again, Lao Tzu is not brave for a while!" Yang Guan didn't plan to fight hard, even if he was completely sure, he would definitely not be brutal when there was a better way to deal with it.

There was a corpse of a little devil under the feet of Yangguan, hooked his waist with his feet, and suddenly threw his strength into the open space, the sound of thunder was not enough to cover his ears, and the dead body was beaten into a sieve, and the marksmanship was accurate, but unfortunately the wrong target was chosen.

At the moment when the little devil's gun rang out, Yang Guan stood up calmly, and the muzzle of the 7.7 sniper black hole hole was aimed at the little devil's head, and the little devil also found a problem and quickly turned the muzzle.

"Bang, da-da..." the little devil was shot in the head, blood gushed out, the machine gun in his hands did not stop firing, and the bullet flew over Yangguan's clothes, taking away a few traces of blood.

Yang was shocked, this is still the result of deception, what will happen if it is a hard encounter? Invisibly, I have a new understanding of the little devil, and we must not underestimate it, despise it psychologically, and attach importance to it tactically.

Thoughts flashed in his mind, and he didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly rushed to the northeast corner, trying to watch the situation of the hot air balloon, and he must not let it rise again, after a long time, Murong Yan definitely couldn't stand it.

"Sand, stepping..."Yangguan walked forward quickly, and he was really relieved that he couldn't afford to be a pretty woman, and he didn't dare to delay for a minute or a second.

The hot air balloon was lifted into the air three times, and it was also eight little devils, and the muzzle of the black hole was terrifying.

"Nima, it's too fast!" Yang was frightened, 7.7 sniper quickly picked up, walked on the broken line, kept pulling the trigger, and the sound of banging was endless.

"Eight grids, ah..." The little devil was originally prepared, but the incident happened suddenly, and the bullets continued to line up, causing him to be completely destroyed in an instant. Yangguan was merciless, shooting continuously, and chasing the soul with guns and guns.

"Ah, die, blow you up..."Murong Yan was in danger.