The sky cleared up after the rain.
The heavy rain that had lasted for three days finally ended. The sky finally cleared up, revealing the blue sky that was still hidden. The forest that had been watered by the rain was filled with vitality. The fresh air made people feel relaxed and happy. If it was anywhere else, this place might have been a famous tourist attraction.
Unfortunately, it was at the border of the two countries. Peace and harmony were destined not to belong to it.
"Bang!"
A muffled gunshot came from a certain part of the forest. Unknown birds were startled and scattered in all directions. A few hares that were looking for food were so frightened that they jumped back into their caves.
At the same time, Zhang Xinghua, who was hiding in a forest, raised his elbow the moment he pulled the trigger. The muscles on his waist contracted and then relaxed, and he stood up from the ground.
Just as he straightened his body, his own strength and the inertia force created a moment of balance and stillness. Zhang Xinghua raised his gun and pulled the trigger again.
"Bang!"
An enemy fell to the ground.
Two guns were pointed at Zhang Xinghua. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Zhang Xinghua's expression did not change. His right foot, which was full of explosive power, stomped on a tree beside him.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh."
Two bullets brushed past his ears, and the sharp wind caused his facial muscles to hurt.
"Teng."
Zhang Xinghua rolled on the ground and left the danger zone. He lay flat on a muddy leeward slope, feeling the stimulation brought by the rapid secretion of adrenaline and listening carefully to the movements behind him.
"Swoosh swoosh."
Countless bullets flew through the air and hit the branches above their heads. The green leaves fell to the ground and fluttered, landing on Zhang Xinghua's face that was covered in paint.
Zhang Xinghua smiled. His smile was very bright and warm. Excluding the current environment, he was more like a warm big brother next door.
Other than smiling, there was also a hint of…heartache!
Yes, it hurt. It hurt because of the wasted bullets.
How many bullets would be wasted? How many enemies could he kill on the battlefield? How much money was that? The workers 'efforts were wasted just like that?
Although the bullet didn't have the words 'madeinchina', but…wasn't Yue Nan from China? My friend, are you giving me bullets?？
"It's shameful to waste." Zhang Xinghua muttered to himself, turned around, and squatted on the ground. His right index finger was on the trigger, and the butt of the gun was perfectly attached to his shoulder. His explosive legs began to accumulate strength.
"Swoosh swoosh."
More than ten bullets flew over. The tree bark flew everywhere and the leaves fell in a beautiful arc.
"Huff huff huff." A gentle breeze blew past, lifting the leaves that were about to fall to the ground.
Zhang Xinghua took advantage of the situation and jumped out with his legs and waist. He flipped backward to avoid the two bullets coming at him. Just as he was about to land, he accurately pulled the trigger.
"Pfft."
The bullet accurately hit the enemy's forehead and he fell limply.
The only remaining soldier of the Southern Army immediately raised his gun and pulled the trigger as if he didn't care about his life. He never let go again, trying to use this method to expel the fear in his heart. Shooting continuously, this kind of suicidal fighting style was basically only used by new recruits who had just entered the battlefield.
Because only mature veterans who had experienced life and death would truly feel how important bullets were on the battlefield.
What was worse was that after he pulled the trigger, he actually…closed his eyes!
Closing his eyes while the two armies were exchanging fire was tantamount to sending himself to the enemy's muzzle!
Although he said so, Zhang Xinghua did not dare to be careless. There was not much sh * t on the battlefield, but there was still some. In war, without equipment and technology, it was a competition of who could find the sh * t first!
"Puff!"
Zhang Xinghua raised his hand and fired without hesitation.
One shot!
For ordinary people, killing was something that they had never thought of and would never do. However, for a professional soldier like Zhang Xinghua, killing was like eating, sleeping, going to school, and going to work. It was just an instinct.
The students 'responsibility was to learn, the employees' responsibility was to work, and the soldiers 'responsibility was actually just two simple words: Murder.
If he didn't kill the enemy, how could he protect the country?
After killing three people in a row, Zhang Xinghua's expression did not change. After repeated simulation training, from the first time he killed a prisoner to the first time he killed a kidnapper, and then to the subsequent operations, the tempering of blood donation had already ground Zhang Xinghua into a war butcher who would kill without bloodshed as soon as he arrived at the battlefield!
Slaughtering all lives just to protect.
"Da da!"
A series of crisp sounds of assault rifles and submachine guns suddenly came from behind him, instantly waking Zhang Xinghua who was making gestures on his merit book.
"Deng."
Relying on the awareness that he had trained for many years, Zhang Xinghua didn't even look back. He jumped three times in a row and hid behind a big tree at the side, narrowly avoiding the bullet.
"Boom!"
Countless bullets hit the tree that Zhang Xinghua was leaning against. Even from more than a meter away, one could feel the sharp impact of the steel bullets!
"Crack, crack."
Zhang Xinghua leaned against a big tree and felt the adrenaline that was being secreted at an accelerated rate. He was inexplicably excited. For a soldier, fighting on the battlefield and killing the enemy and protecting the country might be the best choice.
Zhang Xinghua quickly reloaded the magazine and crouched down, waiting for the opportunity to attack.
"Dada, dada.”
Bullets were constantly flying over, hitting the tree bark. One of them happened to brush past Zhang Xinghua's right face, leaving a trail of blood. Blood flowed down, and his face, which was covered in oil paint, looked even more terrifying.
" Da da."
Bullets flew everywhere. They were afraid, very afraid. They were afraid that Zhang Xinghua would suddenly jump out and kill them in an instant. Therefore, they did not dare to stop and could only keep shooting.
Zhang Xinghua held his breath and carefully counted the number of magazines. This was not a perfectly coordinated regular special forces team. It could only be said to be a group of miscellaneous troops. At least in this team, there was no perfect crossfire system.
If you were on a battlefield filled with bullets and your gun was out of bullets, and you were about to change the magazine, but when you turned around, you suddenly realized that your team members were also about to change the magazine, do you know what kind of feeling that would be?
He could only say,"I'm really f * cking a dog."
At present, Zhang Xinghua was facing such a group of enemies, a group of... child soldiers!
At most, they were just a group of child soldiers who had seen the dead.
"Da da."
Bullets were flying!
"This is the time!" Zhang Xinghua screamed in his heart. He gathered strength under his feet and jumped to a height of more than three meters in three steps. Then, he did a side somersault and flew into the air.
The counterattack had officially begun!
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