"Yes."
"Puff!"
As he leaped into the air, Zhang Xinghua fired a shot and accurately hit an enemy who was charging forward with an MP submachine gun.
An excellent special forces soldier did not need to aim when using assault rifles, submachine guns, and other close-range firearms. This was because after a long period of training and tens of thousands of repetitions, they had formed muscle memory that would not make mistakes even in the most dangerous times.
This kind of muscle memory was called unintentional shooting.
On the battlefield of special operations, firing a gun was not based on one's eyes, the line of sight, or the enemy's three-point line shooting. Instead, it was based on one's heart and subconscious shooting.
"Bang!"
The tip of his foot landed on the ground, and the huge inertia force pushed his body down. Zhang Xinghua relaxed his muscles and accelerated the downward trend. At the same time, it also reduced the impact and pain.
"Teng."
Just as his body was about to come into contact with the thorny and muddy ground, Zhang Xinghua's legs, which had been accumulating strength for a long time, suddenly kicked. In an extremely impossible and even against the objective law, he moved almost two meters horizontally with an extremely strange movement!
This wasn't an extra action that Zhang Xinghua did to show off. The moment Zhang Xinghua flew out, three brilliant small dust explosions suddenly exploded in the original place.
"There's an expert!" This was Zhang Xinghua's true thoughts at the moment.
To be able to determine the direction of the fall in such a short period of time and shoot with high accuracy, he must have been professionally trained and had been on the battlefield. He must be a soldier with blood on his hands.
Zhang Xinghua didn't have time to rejoice. Those who dared to rejoice before the enemy died were either fools or idiots. The more top-notch the expert, the more they understood the cruelty of the battlefield.
With a lazy fish roll, Zhang Xinghua jumped up from the ground. He kicked left, landed, raised his hand, and fired. The entire action was done in one go without any pause, because once he paused, he would be the one to die!
He circled around the tree, rolled sideways, and fired another shot. He stepped on the tree with his right foot and leaped into the air. Suddenly, he stopped and fired another shot.
If you were lucky enough to witness this small-scale battle from the sky, you would definitely be shocked. You would definitely be so shocked that your jaw would drop. You would not be facing death and blood splashing everywhere.
Because it was beautiful, simply too beautiful.
You would never know that war could be so beautiful and splendid.
A person, facing the rain of bullets, jumping up and down in the forest, launching the most meaningless charge, like a sharp sword aura, only knowing how to advance, never knowing what it meant to retreat.
Zhang Xinghua was running like a cheetah on the East African prairie, like a lion fighting for territory, like a northwest wolf howling in the vast northwest!
Tenacity, ferocity, and courage!
This was not like a war, but more like a dance. It was not as elegant as a dancer, nor as noble as a dancer, nor as joyful as a dancer.
It was nothing more than a series of simple military movements!
It was wild and wild, but it was more shocking than any dance in the world. It was simple, but it was more complicated than any dance in the world. He had a soul, and it was more shocking than any dance in the world!
He had a very nice name for this dance-Sports Combat Assault Rapid Shooting-an essential subject for special operations.
Just as Zhang Xinghua completely gave up on defense and charged forward in the most meaningless posture, a warrior also walked out of the opposing formation.
He gave up the cover and jumped up and down in the jungle with his gun, just like Zhang Xinghua. Every time he landed, he would pull the trigger accurately at Zhang Xinghua.
"Plop."
"Teng."
Zhang Xinghua kept swimming, walking in the dense jungle. He smoothly connected the simple military evasive maneuvers together, dodging the bullets while harvesting the enemy's lives.
Not every soldier understood the rules of the battlefield. Not every soldier knew the rules of the battlefield.
Move one step to the left, jump to the right, roll back sideways, raise your hand, shoot, jump back, lie back, roll forward three meters, roll sideways…
Zhang Xinghua's brain was performing high-intensity mathematical and physical calculations. The next second after the calculation, it would be put into practice.
"Puff!"
He was shot in the forehead and died immediately.
"Puff!"
Hit the heart, await death, lose the ability to fight.
"Puff!"
Hit in the neck, 50% chance of death, losing combat ability.
Three days of life ended in Zhang Xinghua's hands.
At this point, there were only two people left in the forest battlefield.
Two equally strong figures ran across each other in the forest. They were only two hundred meters apart, but they had run two thousand meters!
Along the way, they had to deal with the bullets fired by the other party. They had to ensure their own safety and return fire. At the same time, they had to pay attention to the vines and mud under their feet that could trip people at any time.
"Yes."
"Yes."
Vigorous figures began to dance with each other in the jungle. Everyone took out their own skills and spared no effort to show their most "graceful" dance.
The distance was getting closer and closer, 100 meters, 50 meters... A somber atmosphere filled the quiet forest. The leaves fell, adding a sense of desolation to the martial world.
"Yes."
Zhang Xinghua opened fire.
"Bang!"
The bullet hit the tree trunk and exploded into a small flower.
Before he could fire a second shot, the enemy's bullet had already flown over. However, it was only a few feet away. Zhang Xinghua suddenly exerted strength on his waist and narrowly dodged it.
Another flower bloomed behind him.
As the distance continued to advance, Zhang Xinghua could clearly see the double eyelids hidden under the oil paint. He could also feel the wild aura emitted by the other party.
The closer they were, the smaller the chance of avoiding the bullet. The more dangerous it was, and the more complicated the calculations in his mind were.
Just predicting the movement every 2.5 seconds was already very taxing, not to mention calculating the positioning, trajectory, and bullets…Zhang Xinghua had already touched the magazine with the auto-cruise bullet. If he could…he could only use the divine weapon, the cruise bullet.
"Da, da, da."
The sound of bullets piercing through the air had already brushed past his ears many times. If he was not wrong, there should already be several blood lines on his ears, right?
Death was right in front of him. One wrong step…and he would die!
Zhang Xinghua was fully focused on finding the enemy's weakness.
Thirty meters... twenty meters... fifteen meters... the encounter was right in front of them!
"Now!"
Zhang Xinghua instantly stood still and gave up on the idea of dodging the next bullet. Instead, he pulled the trigger with the mentality of " success or death "!
"Da da da."
A soft sound came from the Type 95 assault rifle in his hand. At this moment, it actually…ran out of bullets!
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