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Chapter 143: Mysterious Team

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    The situation suddenly changed drastically!  The scene suddenly became extremely dangerous.

    After figuring out the situation at the moment, Cheng Chong couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

    Because the two of them were now surrounded by enemies dozens of times their size, and they and Meng Lang only had one rifle that could still be used normally, and the ammunition was already running low and there was nowhere to replenish it.

    what to do?  Are you and Meng Lang just going to be reimbursed here?

    But, what if this is not the case?

    But seeing enemies appearing from all directions, there were at least hundreds of them. This time, all the militants had rushed out, surrounding them like iron barrels, and surrounded the two of them in Gaixin, leaving no trace behind.  gap.

    No matter which direction we break through at this moment, there is no hope at all.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    Meng Lang was still firing desperately at the swarming enemies. At this moment, he looked exactly like a firefighter.  He would attack the enemies in whichever direction they were advancing quickly. After these enemies were temporarily suppressed, he would quickly turn his gun to attack the enemies in other directions.

    In this way, back and forth, they tried their best to constantly block the enemy. However, the enemies who had an absolute advantage in numbers seemed like a swarm of bees, swarming towards the besieged two people, constantly narrowing the encirclement, and constantly approaching the two people.  .

    The distance between them was getting closer and closer, the gunshots were getting louder and deafening, many bullets almost grazed their scalps, and the suffocating pressure also followed.  , and it is getting closer, more real, and more clear.

    There was a loud and chaotic sound of gunfire, and suddenly, the AK47 rifle in Meng Lang's hand suddenly misfired.

    "What's wrong? Damn you!" Cheng Chong, who lowered his body as much as possible, crept over quietly and quickly, and asked Meng Lang anxiously and concernedly.

    "There are no more bullets. Damn it. It seems that the two of us can only fight them face to face!" Meng Lang threw the AK47 rifle in his hand to the ground, then took out a few grenades from his body and held them tightly.  In his hand, with a livid face, he stared at the slowly approaching enemy and said firmly.

    "Aren't you going to say it? Did you ask you to leave a bullet for me?" Cheng Chong also took out the only two grenades he had while speaking. At this moment, he was already prepared to fight the enemy to the death.  .

    He took a deep breath, and then said resolutely: "Remember, the last grenade is left to us. Even if we die, we have to drag a few bastards on our backs, grandma's!"

    "One grenade is enough. Even if we are a small mosquito now, we will definitely suck a fucking tube of blood out in a while." Meng Lang's face became solemn, the corners of his mouth tilted up, and he sneered.

    "To be honest, bad guy, are you scared at this moment?" Cheng Chong turned around, looked at the militants swarming from all directions, and asked in a low voice.

    "Afraid? Nonsense!" Meng Lang gave Cheng Chong a disdainful expression, then raised the corner of his mouth, and said seriously and solemnly: "Since I became a soldier, the word fear has never happened to me!"

    "Well done! Even at the last moment, we have to let these bastards know that Chinese soldiers are not afraid of death. Even if they die, they will have to pay a heavy price, no doubt!" Cheng Chong raised his big flag secretly.  Thumb was silent for a moment, and then said: "However, I am the one who caused you trouble. This matter is all my fault!"

    "Birdman, what nonsense are you talking about? What does this matter have to do with you? On the contrary, it was you who came to rescue me and encountered these bastards. Speaking of which, it was me who got you into trouble!" Meng Lang didn't know what happened.  Contrary to what happened before, now, when discussing right and wrong, we are very serious.

    "Haha -" Cheng Chong sneered at himself, and then said without hesitation: "It's too late to say this now, but, bastard, I tell you, this matter happened because of me, not you.  It¡¯s a dime relationship, everything is directed at me, in the final analysis, I am the one who got you involved"

    When Meng Lang heard what Cheng Chong said, he was immediately filled with suspicion. From the last time Cheng Chong was injured and hospitalized, to the time he participated in the backbone training of the scouts, to the time he was inexplicably transferred back from the plateau border defense, and his skills were so good when facing the enemy.  He is calm and calm, and almost always hides some kind of ulterior secret, which exists mysteriously and even strangely.

    What happened to this birdman?  What happened to him?  He said that the large group of armed men in front of him came to him. So what kind of festivals did they have before? Why did such a large group of them try so hard to attack him??Why is it so sparse and incoherent? Why don't they just shoot?  Why not just shoot like crazy?  Why not give these bastards a good beating?  Are they running out of ammunition?

    The sound of Type 95 assault rifles was getting closer and closer. In the distance, the two men could vaguely see several figures wearing jungle ghillie suits, flashing past from a short distance like ghosts.  Their number is not large, probably less than ten people.

    While they were leaping forward covertly, they kept shooting at the group of militants who were desperately trying to escape. They all used short bursts of fire. They only fired two to three bullets each time, but these two to three bullets were always accurate.  Hit the enemy.

    It was only then that Cheng Chong vaguely understood why the gunshots were so sparse.

    When masters use guns, they all fire in bursts, or even use single shots like cutting-edge snipers.

    That is supported by the shooter's own strong strength.

    Because as long as it can hit the enemy's vital points, firing one or two bullets will have the same effect as firing a dozen bullets.  Just like an exam in college, as long as it exceeds sixty points, the effect is almost the same.

    And more importantly, using burst firing can not only save ammunition, but also form a huge deterrent to the enemy, because when burst firing, the impact point is intermittent, and the enemy will never know where the next impact point will land?  Will it fall on my own head?

    This kind of deterrence can almost rival the deterrence that a sniper can bring to the enemy.

    Only shooting novices and those who have just touched a gun will shoot at every turn, or even wildly, such as the group of militants.  For example, the last time I fought with enemies on the plateau, I finally killed those enemies with strafing.

    Well done!  They are all shooting masters!

    Looking at the few comrades in the distance who were disappearing and appearing, moving extremely quickly, and attacking decisively and accurately, Cheng Chong couldn't help but secretly admired them in his heart, and gave them a thumbs up at the same time.

    But Meng Lang didn't struggle with this simple question. He observed carefully and thought for a moment. Suddenly, as if he had discovered a new world, he shouted excitedly: "Bird Brigade, they must be from the Bird Brigade. It is indeed them. They are finally here."  Already"

    "Bird Brigade? Are you talking about the Falcon Special Brigade?" Cheng Chong immediately became excited. He had long wanted to praise these comrades, but now he finally figured out their true identity.

    "It's them, it must be them! If it weren't for them, how could they have such high military skills and excellent military qualities? Kill, kill, kill, kill them, kill them" Meng Lang, who was extremely excited, still said to himself  Gu Zidi sighed and almost jumped up on the spot.

    Hearing what Meng Lang said, Cheng Chong was suddenly shocked. A mysterious feeling suddenly came to his heart. He immediately thought of a person. At this moment, in the dimly lit and dense jungle, he vaguely felt that person.  The presence.

    Yes, she is coming, she is coming

    ?? Looking around hurriedly, watching the comrades wearing jungle ghillie suits getting closer and closer and flashing past quickly at the same time, Cheng Chong firmly believed in his guess and the somewhat inexplicable premonition

    She is definitely here, there is absolutely no mistake (remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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