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Chapter 28: A life-threatening counterattack

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    Are you just going to sit back and wait for death?

    No, I won't!  I still have a rifle, and I still have more than twenty rounds of ammunition. Even if I die, I have to drag a few bastards to support me.  Even if I am just a little mosquito at this moment, I must suck out a tube full of his blood.

    Cheng Chong felt his blood boiling for a moment, and a heroic and tragic emotion arose spontaneously. He opened his red eyes wide and looked like a falcon, which was enough to kill all living creatures in front of him.

    He stretched out his hands and rubbed his face, which had changed color, with the intention of waking himself up so that he could bravely fight the enemy at the critical moment. He must not fall asleep and miss the last opportunity.

    When Cheng Chong braced himself and looked outside, he saw that the group of armed men had discovered that they had been fooled again. They yelled and cursed for a while, and then began to disperse and search nearby.

    "You can't let them search for it. When the best time comes, you must take the initiative to shoot. Only in this way can you give these bastards the biggest blow."

    Cheng Chong took a rough look at his current position. Although the position he currently occupied was not ideal, it was acceptable.  The soil slope is about half a meter high and about two to three meters wide from left to right, which is enough for you to hide and dodge. Moreover, the soil is hard and thick, so there should be no problem in blocking rifle bullets.

    Cheng Chong placed the AK47 rifle on the right side of the slope. In this way, he was completely under the cover of the slope. He only needed to stick out half of his head to see everything in front of him clearly.

    He rubbed his face from time to time and pinched himself from time to time, trying to keep himself awake temporarily and maintain the necessary excitement. At the same time, he adjusted his breathing to prevent the ups and downs of his chest from affecting his shooting.

    When he carefully looked forward through the crosshair, he saw four militants who were two to three meters away from each other, searching towards him. They were still about seventy or eighty meters away, and they were visible.  On a low-temperature night, at this distance, what the human eye can see is at most a blurry shadow.

    However, Cheng Chong didn't care so much anymore. He quietly moved the barrel of the gun and quickly locked on the militant walking at the front. Then he closed his left eye and entered the aiming state. He was still going to shoot short bursts this time, because this way  , the certainty will be higher.

    Da da da!

    The sharp sound of the rifle in Cheng Chong's hand suddenly exploded, and three bullets roared with Cheng Chong's anger and hatred towards the militant who was walking at the front.

    The militant then disappeared from Cheng Chong's crosshairs. Cheng Chong felt a little relieved, thinking he had hit.  However, it was not far from the moment before. After a while, the militant actually stood up again, as if he had risen from the dead.

    Damn it!  Missed again!  He missed again, Cheng Chong cursed secretly in his mind, he was already extremely disappointed with his stinky shooting skills.  When he was in the recruit company, he practiced marksmanship every day, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Only now did he realize how deadly his marksmanship was on the battlefield.

    Cheng Chong didn¡¯t let Cheng Chong blame himself for long. Rows of bullets came one after another, all directed at the slope where Cheng Chong was hiding. Cheng Chong was once again suppressed by the enemy¡¯s powerful firepower and couldn¡¯t raise his head.

    When the other militants heard the news, they all changed directions and stepped towards Cheng Chong in twos and threes.

    Although this group of armed men was in front and back, from Cheng Chong's direction, they were almost arranged in a line, and the muzzle of each gun was firing like crazy at the slope where he was hiding.

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    Bullets hit the slopes like hail, forming a barrage of death.

    I will fuck your grandma!  Are you the only ones who know how to fucking shoot?  Since today, it¡¯s been you bastards who have been chasing me and sweeping away. Don¡¯t I know how to sweep away?  Do you really think that the guy in my hand is just a fire stick?

    Cheng Chong was so angry that he almost suffered from high blood pressure and heart disease when he thought of everything that happened today.  Cheng Chong's face changed rapidly, becoming livid and cold, his eyes were like knives, murderous, fight!  I'm going to fight you bastards now!  If you are not afraid of death, just come here.

    He took a big breath and quickly drew his gun to the right. Before he could take aim, he pressed the trigger to the end towards the group of militants who were almost lined up in a straight line. It seemed that this was not a complete solution to his hatred.

    I will fuck your grandma!  bring it on!  Son of a bitch!  bring it on!  If you are not afraid of death, just come!

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    At this moment, Cheng Chong was using the rifle in his hand as a machine gun.  The long tongue of flame ejected from the muzzle almost illuminated everything nearby, but it was far less than the suppressed anger in his chest.

    ??? Familiar with it, he always thought that only the sound of the Bayi rifle could be so clear and flawless, just like the sound made by a huge light bulb that is suddenly broken at the fastest speed.

    Soldiers have extremely strong feelings for guns, and this feeling is especially strong for guns independently developed and manufactured by their motherland. It is simply dissolved in the blood and soaked in the bone marrow.

    August 1st rifle!  It's a fucking August 1st rifle!

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? You idiots are here!  I'll wait until the flowers fade!  If you don't fucking come back, even if the flowers don't wither, I will still thank you.

    At this time, Cheng Chong had mixed feelings, as if the underground party who had been working in enemy-occupied areas for a long time had finally met the organization after going through all kinds of hardships.

    The last bit of willpower supporting Cheng Chong suddenly collapsed.

    He fell heavily.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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