This rebel soldier is the same child soldier who hesitated in the open field just now and did not snipe.
It's really just a child He had large black and white eyes, a slightly curly head, a red cloth wrapped around his forehead, a pair of tattered jeans, and an old military uniform that did not fit well, and his body was so thin that he could barely support the blouse.
The crosshair's mind crossed the eyes of the little girl who died on the road, helpless and desperate Da-da-da-da Almost at the moment when he hesitated, the AK47 in the hand of the child soldier spit out a string of tongues of fire, and the crosshair's chest and neck spurted blood columns, and the person hit the corner of the house and slowly fell.
The baby soldier stood up, took two steps forward, and glanced at the crosshairs.
The crosshair's vision had begun to blur, the sharp pain in his chest and neck had left him a little delirious, and the sun shone on his face, and the warm, incandescent light was so bright that he could barely open his eyes.
The child soldier looked fixedly at the crosshair sitting in the corner, with a very complex brilliance in his eyes: fear, hesitation, doubt, and nervousness Just a few seconds later, an indifferent ferocity struck like a huge wave, sweeping away all the previous emotions without a trace.
Phew He raised the muzzle of his gun and fired two shots at the crosshair at close range.
The crosshair jumped twice, and more blood oozed from his chest.
"What's wrong with the crosshairs" The voice of a polar bear came from the house, presumably hearing a gunshot.
When the child soldier heard that there was someone in the house, he was taken aback, turned around with his gun in his hand, and ran.
The polar bear rushed out of the house, saw that it was empty outside, and quickly turned to the corner of the house, where he saw the crosshair, covered in blood, lying next to the earthen wall.
"Crosshair" polar bear squatted down, touched the pulse of the crosshair, the feeling was very weak, "fuck the crosshair shot repeatedly, the crosshair shot repeatedly" He pressed the laryngeal shock communicator and screamed.
The polar bear looked up in anger, and soon the baby soldier who was now running open to the rebel camp.
"Fuck you're going to fuck it," he said, picking up his AK47 and aiming at the languid figure.
Da-da-da-da After the shot, the child soldier in the distance staggered, and a stream of blood mist erupted from his back, and the person fell into the grass and never got up again.
"Damn" the polar bear put down his gun, pressed his hand to the wound on the front sight's chest, and shouted, "Come here, man, come here, fucking hurry up and the front sight is going to die" After a while, Long Yun and the man's wife, who had cleaned up the other houses, finally found the crosshair and the polar bear in the corner.
Lieutenant Jack glanced at the situation of the crosshairs, knowing that he was powerless, he felt that something in his throat was blocked, and he couldn't speak at all, so he could only pat Long Yun on the shoulder: "I'll take someone to the alert" After speaking, he turned around and walked away with his subordinates.
It was only last night until now, too many people have died, Jack knows that he can't use words to comfort Long Yun and them, soldiers and mercenaries are actually the same, although they all know that they have to face death at any time, but when death really comes, no matter how free and easy people usually say, they will inevitably grieve.
The crosshairs looked at the man who was hurriedly stopping the bleeding, shook his head lightly and said, "It's useless."
He struggled to open his eyes, as if to see his surroundings clearly.
"Water, water," he muttered, repeating a word.
Long Yun was stunned for a moment, and immediately took the kettle from the tactical vest, unscrewed the lid, and brought it to the mouth of the crosshair.
"No, no," the crosshair shook his head again with difficulty, gently spreading his hands.
Long Yun immediately understood that the crosshairs were asking him to pour water on his hands.
Gently, somewhat shakingly, he slowly poured the water into the open palm of the crosshair.
Crystal droplets of water slipped from his palms and seeped into the earth, and the crosshair's hand was gently twisted, and a layer of pious light floated in his gaze.
He whispered in Hebrew: "Hearken, O Israel, the Lord is my God, and the Lord is the predestined God, and blessed be his glorious name for ever and ever."
It was just a prayer, and Long Yun remembered that the crosshair had said to himself before that every Jew would recite this prayer wherever he was if he had a chance before he died.
Since the crosshair was chanting, it was obvious that he knew that he could not hold on.
Long Yun felt the pain like a knife cut in his heart beyond words, he didn't have time to sort out the one that had been born in the past ten hours last night, all the huge grief could not be digested, and his teammates fell down one by one and left one by one, for him, this was simply a kind of torture.
If he could, he would rather turn back time, and he would definitely not let Lao Yu take Kebby's order.
Now it seems that everything is more like a trap, a mysterious man in black, a boss of unknown origin, and Kebby and his men, who suddenly disappeared without a trace.
A thought has never been so strong rising from the bottom of my heart, if I have the life to get out alive, I must find the source of all this, whoever sets the trap must pay for it He swore secretly "Live" The crosshair glanced at Long Yun, then at the man's wife and the polar bear, the brilliance in his eyes slowly dimmed, and his hands finally stopped twisting, hanging softly on his chest, his chest no longer undulated, and the person seemed to have fallen asleep.
The man's wife couldn't help but turn her head away, leaned against the wall and began to sob.
The polar bear's eyes are red, this Chechen has always been rough and nervous, and he doesn't know how to express his emotions.
He silently began to pack up the ammunition, put on a new magazine, and then said to Long Yun, "Let's help the crosshair inside and settle down," After speaking, he picked up the crosshair from Long Yun's arms, slowly walked into the back room, put him on the broken bed, closed the eyes of the crosshair, and then summoned a broken sheet to cover it.
"Shelling" Before Long Yun could pull his feet out of the mire of grief, Lieutenant Jack's roar reached his ears. rumble A 6o mm mortar shell landed in the yard, blowing up a cloud of dust, and fragments flew everywhere, blowing all the bottles and cans in the yard to pieces.
This is the battlefield, and there is no room for you to breathe, and there is no time for you to grow up with your children.
Long Yun knew that if he still wanted to figure out the ins and outs of this matter, he had to live, and even his life was gone, and everything was empty talk.
The most critical task at the moment is to survive Must live The old fish cannot die in vain, neither the king, nor the poet, nor the duke, nor the crosshairs A drop of blood, thou shalt give back a hundredfold Long Yun gritted his teeth, picked up the gun and followed the man's wife back to the house to avoid the shells.
All of them The sound of a familiar weapon firing sounds, which seems to be very different from ordinary machine guns, and the sound is very dull, usually from weapons such as large-caliber machine guns.
"Get down" Everyone fell to the ground in response, the courtyard wall was beaten into dust, and the already dilapidated wall was suddenly swept to the side, which shows that the weapons used by the rebels are extremely powerful "It's the Honey Badger 2O" Long Yun remembered the name of this weapon, which was the 2o mm cannon on the Honey Badger 2O infantry chariot He secretly complained in his heart, this kind of machine cannon was enough to penetrate all the walls of these two earthen houses, and hiding here had no effect at all.
All of them The rebels seemed to have lost their patience, and the sound of machine guns rang out again
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