Death rear-end

After seventy hours of battlefield career and seventy hours of suffering and struggle, Lynn learned to endure, survive, shoot, and walk with super endurance. However, this close-range battle still made him feel strange and scared.

This time, Lin En, who was fighting alone in a fox pit, was trying to get rid of his identity as a rookie, although he had almost avoided the close-range shooting of the Soviet soldiers with a conditioned reflex worthy of praise, his mind was still in chaos. Only the vague subconscious was telling himself: Continuing to shrink in this fox pit would be a dead end - either being swept into a sieve by the enemy's submachine gun, or being stabbed into a hornet's nest by a bayonet. Surrender? The Soviet prisoners of war after the ambush in the woods are realistic role models.

Fight!

The strong desire to survive made Lin Neng look like a spring that pressed to the lowest point, instantly bursting out the potential of the whole body. He held the shell gun in his right hand, and quickly moved the gun slightly with each pull of the trigger. The heroes in the movie killed the bad guy with one person's strength. However, even if the supernatural spear technique exists, it must be based on years of hard practice. If only based on imagination, eight out of ten would fall into the same disappointment as Lin Neng: three shots and three shots at close range, but only kicked one enemy out of the battle. Although the other two Soviet infantry were shot, the trauma in their hands and shoulders not only did not nullify their combat power, but instead caused the two of them to be angry. Even if they were not that kind of particularly exaggerated and burly physique, it would be easy to kill Lin Neng in a fox pit.

At the critical moment of life and death, Lin En thought of neither family nor gods nor Buddhas. When he felt that he was about to be slaughtered by the enemy, how much he hoped to see the agile figure of the "butcher" and the raucous submachine guns again. However, at this moment, the SS SS and many of their partners were fighting bloody battles, and it was still unclear. Who could free up his hands to help this poor little brother?

If you were holding a later-production thrust gun that could fire twenty consecutive sounds, it would be no problem to kill the two Russian soldiers in front of you. However, the battle in front of you was obviously not something that could be changed by one or two light weapons. Even if you killed two, four or even six, the Soviet soldiers would still rush up one after another. Lin En had already seen such a scene.

Out of instinctive memory, he threw out the bullet-ridden mullet gun, but it was not a dart after all. After a few meters of distance, although it hit a Soviet soldier's chest, it seemed that it did not cause any substantial damage to him except for a little pain. So, Lin En was still facing the two Soviet soldiers, and what was even more terrible was that the one on the left suddenly slowed down and the submachine gun in his hand pressed down slightly.

Looking at the muzzle that was about to ejaculate the flames, Lin En knew that no matter how fast he reacted, he could not dodge the bullets. The previous tragic scene of his companions being pierced through his chest made him feel deeply desperate. It was like queuing up to wait for vaccination when he was a child. He began to imagine the pain of bullets drilling into his body so that he would not be too panic when that moment really came...

Bourne!

Accompanied by this extremely strange sound, Lin En, who did not dare to close his eyes, witnessed the Soviet submachine gunman trembled suddenly like electricity. His face was slightly raised, his upper body was stiff and tense, and his limbs seemed to have been drained of strength in an instant, and he fell backward in a terrifying twisted posture. Before falling to the ground, the submachine gun with his right hand suddenly roared, with bright yellow flames jumping at the muzzle, and a series of bullets swept a burst of mud chips on the ground next to him.

Escaped by a very accidental way, before Lin En could taste the happiness of living in death, he had to face the fatal threat again. Seeing that another Soviet infantry had rushed in front of him, the melee rookie made a fuss, grabbed the rifle that had been equipped with a bayonet to compete with the opponent. However, the opponent's next move made him stunned: even though he rushed in, this girl did not jump into the fox pit to have a duel between men, but suddenly braked, pulled the bolt, and aimed at it. The distance was so close that the tip of the bayonet was almost something that Lin En could touch with his hand...

OK! Lynn was completely desperate and actually met a Russian Russian who was unnatural. Don’t you advocate hand-to-hand combat like the Japanese? Why are you more vulgar than the Italians? Can’t you play bayonet fighting? Well, you need to aim at such a close distance. Come on, aim at grandpa’s heart!

A pile of scattered thoughts instantly filled Lin Neng's head. Just when he had been mentally prepared for the second time, a crisp, not crisp, and not stuffy sound came into his ears. Perhaps half a second later, the silly melon from Russia should shoot.

A bullet hit the top of the diagonal and penetrated the Su-made steel helmet. This unlucky guy probably didn't understand what was going on until he died.

Looking at the angle of the bullets, Lin En had an answer in his heart. The reward of a cigarette was so rich that a faint warmth surged in his heart again. The bayonet that the dead enemy was inserted unconsciously, Lin En squatted quickly, but not to pretend to be dead. He held the rifle with a bayonet, pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet, and tapped the ground with one knee with his right leg, using the body of the Soviet soldier lying in front of the fox pit as a temporary shooting cover - it can block the bullets and cover it a little. What, psychological shadow? In this battlefield filled with blood and killing, entanglement is just a fart, and saving his life is the main point!

The situation on the position was still very chaotic, and most of the people you could see were Soviet soldiers. Lin En glanced at him and saw who was the next unlucky guy?

Humph! This big-straited Russian soldier rushed towards the villa is so big. He is holding a bayonet. He is probably a good close combat player. Let me remove the damage in advance for my brothers!

Thinking of this, Lynn moved the gun two positions in front of the target and pulled the trigger without pause. Although his experience in moving the "target" horizontally is not as high as vertically, the principle of estimating the displacement is the same. The guy is not so smart that he constantly changes direction and speed. The shot that was vertically turned horizontally.

pretty!

Lin En forced himself to keep it from shouting, and he was already cheering himself up with the loudest voice. Which one should be next? While squatting down slightly to pull the bolt, he scanned the battlefield with his eyes left on the edge of the fox pit. Oh, an officer with a pistol came. Hey, he actually shot at the trenches not far away, shooting at my brothers! Hey!

Lin En took the gun and pressed the stock on the back of the dead Soviet soldier. At this time, the Soviet officer not far away lowered his head to load the pistol, and his pace slowed down. As a rare opportunity, Lin En was afraid that his sniper would take the lead again, so he quickly pulled the trigger. The shot hit the target's head, and the guy didn't even have time to shout, and his whole body fell stiffly in the opposite direction.

So beautiful!

Lin Neng continued to roar strongly in his heart and loaded the bullet again. He glanced at a Soviet soldier who was shooting with "poposses". This time the gun was still blowing. The nerve reflex of the body made the dead man still hold the trigger tightly. The submachine gun that was shooting randomly actually knocked down two unlucky Russian soldiers. Lin Neng almost laughed wildly to the sky.

Even though the situation on the battlefield was very chaotic, the Soviet officers and soldiers did not turn a blind eye to Lin En, the "firepower point". His several consecutive shootings soon attracted new opponents. However, with the previous experience of kissing the god of death, Lin En was not panicked, but chose the best defense method with a calmness beyond his imagination - either directly lifting a gun to kill, or sitting down at the bottom of the fox pit, leaning against the edge of the fox pit, using the gap between the enemy and loading bullets, and immediately firing when he saw the enemy's head. Although this acting skills were so bad that it made famous directors vomit blood, it was surprisingly effective on this battlefield, and the villa side
Chapter completed!