Chapter 107

Yang Guotao held the nato89 assault rifle tightly, with two 60 rounds * pinned to his waist, and there were 29 rounds left in one of the guns. Full count, less than 150 bullets.

Just a few short and long shots and the bullet will be finished. When the folding handle was removed and fixed, Yang Guotao quickly covered himself in a corner of the hatch aisle, put up a bipod and set the gun to the continuous firing state.

He secretly determined to do a good job in the first batch of blocking forces. Even if he hung up, he would also reduce the burden of confrontation for Tang Kui, so as to strive for the arrival of rescue. After all, the boy hasn't experienced any big battle. Besides, Xiaoyi and Xu Youbing are too important to himself and the country. As a soldier, only the bloody battlefield is the best choice. Even if the horse is wrapped in a corpse, we should bear our own responsibility and mission!

There is no need to hesitate, and there is no better choice. As soon as it was ready, there was a rapid howl and a large number of running from the hatch.

“Who's next?（ Who's next? "

"Moving out. Les's go."

"Order received. Command received."

“Yes Commander! Yes, sir! "

A team of guys dressed in Sam's country, wearing headgear and a new Marine Corps digital training suit rushed out of the hatch. Yang Guotao quickly hugged the fire and fired the first shot without hesitation.

Nato89 automatic rifle has a small recoil force. There is no floating bullet in the internal velocity point firing of 7 bullets, and the bullets automatically exit the chamber at a uniform speed. The internal ballistic tightness is very high, and the lethality of short point firing is comparable to that of cheap sniper steps.

The real practicability of this gun lies in the shooter's actual operation, and his main play is in trajectory. The slow firing speed and small recoil force make the nato89 automatic rifle have good ballistic stability. From the point of view of quick spot shooting and adaptability, he is definitely a killing artifact on a small-scale battlefield.

The concealment position is excellent and the field of vision is wide. The people who rush to the front can hear the sound of falling to the ground. Yang Guotao lay on the ground calmly, tumbling and alternating the position of the bunker from time to time. There was a mess ahead. The guys in Sam's country never thought they would be attacked as soon as they got out of the hatch.

“Got it! Take it! "

“Attacking! Attacking! "

“You got it! You kill it! "

“Enemy sighted! The enemy has seen! "

“We're pinned down! We are suppressed! "

“We're being attacked! We are being attacked! "

“ I'm hit! I was beaten and seriously injured! "

Fark! A guy with a beret angrily hid behind a tall white Sam country. He angrily waved his guns and loudly ordered his soldiers to charge. When I saw it, I could vaguely see that there were people in front who were constantly avoiding and blocking their group.

"Rush up, FAK! Kill this son of a bitch! " As he spoke, he grabbed the Remington m870-1 No. 12 shotgun in the hands of a tall white man around him and fired two shots at Yang Guotao.

Suddenly, the lead sand came like raindrops. The powerful shotgun shot out, and the coverage of the bullet net immediately increased exponentially. Yang Guotao had to give up the excellent position of the hatch and roll back quickly.

Two shots broke through the line of defense, followed by another meal * thrown over, and suddenly the rumbling explosion sounded! The group of soldiers followed closely and rushed up with a roar behind them. Beret immediately led people from both sides to start a surprise siege. These guys are well-trained. They sense the first shooting position during running and rush for powerful terrain.

As they ran and shot, the * * in their hands burst out bullets like exploding beans. Dozens of * * were powerful at the same time. In less than a minute, Yang Guotao, who was tumbling on the ground, was shot several times.

He was shot in the middle of the night and was on the open deck. There was no time to deal with the wound, and there was no shelter to escape. Yang Guotao's mouth burst into a comforting smile. He gently clicked the headset. He pulled the trigger and shot out with Yang Guotao's Revenge anger at a firing rate of 600 rounds per second.

Now he doesn't need to save bullets!

"Er Tu, remember, no matter what time, courage and pride are made by yourself! Even if we die, we should also show the prestige of our Chinese country and the backbone of our Chinese people! "

There was a silence in the headset, and there was no echo. Yang Guotao frowned. Are these guys divided in two ways, and the two lands of the Tang Dynasty have been unlucky?

"Grandma, come on! If you have seed, I'll take off your headgear! * * M870-1 shotgun, don't hide your identity. Your weapons and appearance have explained everything!

Garbage of Sam's country! Come on! Nothing great. Let me yang Guotao alone to experience the power of a commando! Grandpa is dead. It's worth it today! "

There was silence in the headset. There was no echo. Yang Guotao had guessed something. In that case, it's better to fight, kill one enough, kill two and earn one. Dada, dada, dada, pull the trigger to the end, * light up quickly

It doesn't matter. I've killed so many of them. I don't know how many I've made. The next step is to leave!

Facing the strong enemy, facing the Berets waving quickly ahead, looking at these Sam pigs who are more and more excited, looking at these miscellaneous hairy pigs who are shouting, even taking out wine bottles from their waist and pouring liquor, they howl and shout loudly:

“He didn't ammunition! He's out of ammunition! "

“OK，His bullets lighting！ He's out of bullets! "

"Boy, surrender and get under my crotch! Go ahead, give you freedom, go ahead, or come and lick my ass, so I'll consider whether I just throw you into the sea! Let your soul be free from suffering! "

Beret mocked Yang Guotao with stiff Chinese language. He tried his best to be humorous and thought that the Chinese people in front of him had completely lost the ability to resist!

......

Yang Guotao's eyes began to blur, but he slowly got up from the ground. Regardless of the bleeding wounds on his abdomen, shoulders and even thighs, he stood up and stood like an iron tower!

Standing up is the soul of China. Holding up your head is the unyielding backbone!

Facing the wind, that's the direction of the rising sun. Right in front, that's the coast of the motherland!

Straighten your spine! Not afraid of any ridicule and threat! Facing the laughter and abuse in front of him, he turned a deaf ear to everything! Gather all your strength on your hands. A nato89 is stable and flat, three points and one line!

Some things have been learned and can't be forgotten for a lifetime! Brother is a soldier, gun is life!

At this moment, Yang Guotao gave up everything and the muzzle of the gun was firmly aimed at the front chest of the beret commander. Looking at the group of miscellaneous pigs slowly surrounded in front, he quietly held his breath and even slowly closed his eyes.

Bang!

With a gunshot, the bullet slipped out of the gun hall. With a broken roar, all Yang Guotao's energy and spirit, and his remembrance of his comrades in arms and the flame of revenge, he rushed forward quickly!

Bang, bang, bang, Bang

At the time of life and death, Yang Guotao's potential has been brought into full play. He no longer needs to breathe and aim. My mind is full of the shadow of Sam's old miscellaneous hair. I change the last one in my waist in seconds. My right hand steadily pulls the trigger, the flame bursts, the bullets fly, and nato89 hits the effect of machine gun!

One by one, bullets with whistling sound pierced the night sky and broke Sam's confidence surrounded by old miscellaneous hairs. I thought I had surrounded Yang Guotao. Seeing that the boy ran out of bullets, it was obvious that he was going to be caught alive and tortured to death!

What do you think? His gun will shoot bullets!

“This is fucking met the ghost? Ouch! Oh my god! Is this a fucking ghost? Ow! My God! "