Chapter 25

Cheng Chong was shocked immediately. He thought that when the other party jumped on him, he had taken out his sharp blade and put a poisonous hand on himself. Until he saw that the other party was like a dead fish, he jumped straight at himself. Cheng Chongfang recovered and knew that the other party was in a hurry to avoid his bullets, so he jumped at himself.

Cheng Chong quickly received the gun. While turning up rapidly, the eagle warrior inserted in the inner side of the belt quickly came out of the sheath, and the sharp blade accurately drew a death arc at the Adam's apple of the armed man.

Suddenly, the blood gushed at the wound, and the sound of cooing in the throat broke out in a series. The armed man opened his mouth, but there was no sound in his mouth. He covered the wound on his neck with his hands to stop bleeding. But how can he stop the blood like a blowout with his hands. A moment later, with his reluctance and infinite longing for life, he died and saw their Allah and God go.

Almost at the same time, countless bullets seemed to be splashing at Cheng Chong, and the bullets hit the edge of the pit.

If this scene appears in the film, the wise director and screenwriter who are good at arranging will certainly let the protagonist hold the corpse to block the bullet while shooting with one hand. This heroic iron blood picture is enough to make the audience who have watched the film boil with blood and blood, and the farting stock is amazing.

However, in reality, if you really believe the trick of fooling people and use corpses to block bullets, especially rifle bullets at close range, it is undoubtedly the rhythm of looking for death. In fact, in a close range, even bulletproof vests equipped with special steel plates are useless for rifle bullets, not to mention the flesh and blood of the human body.

Cheng Chong certainly didn't make such a low-level mistake. In the face of countless bullets fired, he pushed the other party's corpse above the pit, and the other party's muzzle immediately went silent. Although the militants were extremely cruel, they did not shoot at their companions, especially when they were not sure whether they were alive or dead.

Taking advantage of the moment of the other party's ceasefire and the cover of the body of the armed man blocking the other party's shooting line of sight, Cheng Chong quickly rolled and jumped back. In the night, several rabbits rose and fell, and he crossed 70 or 80 meters. However, his right leg was injured after all. After this toss, the pain made him sweat, show his teeth, and his face twitch uncontrollably.

How close! Fortunately, there is a rash ghost to protect himself. Otherwise, he may devote himself to his country here. Although he had crossed 70 or 80 meters, Cheng Chong still had lingering fear and sighed when he recalled the scene of bullets flying densely across his head just now.

Cheng Chong had to stop, then fell down and hid in the low recess behind a dry and pricking camel thorn. He looked carefully with his black eyes. He saw that the group of armed men soon passed the corpse of his companions, and the cat continued to search ahead with its waist and back.

Having learned from the experience of being shot just now, this group of armed elements immediately made a corresponding response. However, they were lined up and no longer crowded together. Individual soldiers were separated by five to ten meters to form a scattered line. They relied on each other, supported each other, went hand in hand and searched forward.

Obviously, the arrangement of these armed elements in this way is really in line with military common sense. This is a great disadvantage to the injured Cheng Chong.

Cheng Chong took advantage of the breathing space to quickly replace the empty cartridge clip on the rifle, clicked the full live cartridge clip, loaded it, then pulled the gun pusher to load it, and then took aim with the gun.

It's really not easy to aim at a target 70 or 80 meters away in the dark. When Cheng Chong held his breath and looked out through the collimator, he saw that the enemy was just vague black illusory shadows, and he couldn't aim accurately at all.

At this time, Cheng Chong is not a specially trained special shooter. To put it bluntly, he still had three shooting exercises in the recruit company. He fired half body fixed targets from a distance of 100 meters, and ten bullets in two minutes. Moreover, it was still broad daylight, but it was such a simple shooting that Cheng Chong barely passed.

The shooting conditions at that time could not be compared with those at present.

Cheng Chong rubbed his swollen and sour right eye and tried to blink, but when the target appeared in the sight, it was still vague and unreal. Cheng Chong's forehead began to sweat.

What should I do? What should I do? Shoot or not? If you shoot, you're not sure, and you'll expose yourself. If you don't shoot, these bastards are still moving forward step by step. If they shoot when they get close, the advantage is that he's not with me.

Cheng Chong's brain is running like a flying, tangled and thinking quickly.

Yes! Shooting! You can't wait for them to get close. Anyway, if you have difficulties shooting from a long distance, the other party will not be simple. Otherwise, when they get close, don't they have to take the risk just now? Fortunately, a rash ghost helped cover just now. If they do it again, they won't have the good luck just now.

Since one bullet is not sure to hit, then fire two or three in a row. In this way, the hit rate will naturally be greatly improved! yes! Just shoot a short shot.

Cheng Chong made up his mind and said to do it. He moved the barrel slowly, and the rifle sight immediately locked a shadowy shadow in front of him, but he saw that the shadow was bowing to his cat's waist and slowly coming towards him, okay! Just him, I don't know whether he is lucky or unlucky.

Dada, dada!

Cheng Chong's eyes closed slightly, immediately pulled the trigger, and then released it. The rhythm was just grasped. Three bullets roared out of the gun chamber at high speed, carrying Cheng Chong's anger and hatred.

Yes, I think so. Cheng Chong looked at the impact point carefully, but saw the dark shadow and immediately became shorter. Cheng Chong thought he had hit the target.

However, it was only three or five seconds at most. The shadow stood up again and continued to bow down and search forward. There was no sign of injury at all.

What is this? What does that mean! It doesn't make sense to shoot three bullets in a row without hitting a hair! This... This shooting is too smelly!

Cheng Chong make complaints about give off an unbearable stink.

Dada... Dada

Cheng Chong didn't have time to blame himself, but seeing countless bullets, he swept towards the dried camel thorn in front of him, smashing the branches and leaves and flying the end of the thorn.

Thanks to this group of militants, although they fought back quickly, their shooting skills were worse than Cheng Chong. Many people didn't see the target at all, and even the exposed fire points of Cheng Chong. They fired in the approximate direction of the trend and covered it with no dead corner fire. Many people even fired their guns in the air. Anyway, their companions were firing their guns, Do you mean not to shoot a few shots? It's like playing up the atmosphere!

Cheng Chong's hiding place was located in the low recess behind the camel's thorn. Fortunately, this humble recess sheltered him from a steady stream of rifle bullets. But the roar of bullets and the wave of death rolled up are really frightening and frightening.

This place can't stay any longer. The goal has been exposed. If you stay any longer, you will only be more passive.