Chapter 8: Unexpected shooting skills (This chapter is free)

The bullets brought out bloody blood. The volunteer army's bullets were like a head-shaved fader, knocking down the South Korean troops running in the front rows to the ground one by one. Sometimes, some volunteer soldiers lost a few grenades. With a few loud noises, more than a dozen enemies screamed and rolled away in different positions.

The condescending advantage of the volunteer army was soon reflected. They could throw the grenades away as soon as they threw them away, but the situation was completely opposite to the South Korean army. Volunteer soldiers were hidden in trenches and could shoot South Korean soldiers as targets, while South Korean soldiers could not even see where the volunteer soldiers were.

With a "bang!", I shot this gun. Because of the previous battle, I didn't dare to shoot now, but... where did this gun go? I looked at the enemy I was aiming at just now, and I was still jumping around, as if I didn't even have a hair on it.

I secretly looked around and fortunately everyone was busy fighting the enemy and didn't have time to pay attention to me!

"Bang!" An enemy fell down, and I felt happy and couldn't help but admire myself in my heart. It's not bad! The hit rate is 50%.

Hey! It's not right... The enemy I'm aiming at just now doesn't seem to be that...

When I wanted to fire the third shot, I found that the South Korean troops had retreated like a tide. The bodies that moved the bodies and the wounded soldiers were transporting the wounded soldiers, the retreat speed was much faster than when attacking. Some might be scared and slid down the mountain directly along the snow. It was fast, but I was afraid that if I could die at the foot of the mountain, I would have half my life.

In the blink of an eye, there was only a mess left on the battlefield, with bright red and black blood clots, which looked particularly dazzling on the white snow; dozens of corpses that came and moved were everywhere, adding a bit of death to the position; rifles and helmets were thrown all over the ground, and a gust of cold wind blew, and several helmets rolled down the mountain in an empty space, which seemed to be a BMW that was loyal to the master chasing him.

"Coward!" Hu Zi laughed and said, "I thought I was running here from afar to fight some soldiers, but I didn't expect that they were all unbeatable soft balls! It was worse than the Kuomintang. Just because of your pussy appearance, I wanted to fight to the Yalu River!" As he said that, he wiped his gun on his own.

I held the gun and looked left and right, but I couldn't figure out what was going on. Why did this gun in my hand feel like it was alive, and I could hit the enemy's eyebrows without aiming, and I slashed left and right? I was a little doubtful if I was a natural warrior. Just now, why did this gun disobey?

"Comrade, comrade!" The familiar and kind face of the old squad leader appeared in front of me again. He hugged and walked up to me and handed me a white cloth bag: "Give it, dry food bag, three days of quantity, save some food, ah! There is also a kettle and quilt..."

"Old squad leader." Xiao Shandong, who was watching from the side, smiled and said, "What's the use of that kettle? When I want to drink water, I turned it on and saw it. It's all Bing Tuozi. I'll lose it as soon as possible and have less burdens. It's better to grab two handfuls of snow to eat!"

"Go and go... what do you know?" The old squad leader glared at Xiao Shandong while putting the equipment one by one, saying, "Without the kettle, it's so cold that it's hard to drink a sip of hot water. It's too cold to bear it. If you throw the kettle into the fire, will you have this hot water?"

Although I felt sorry for the old squad leader, I didn’t know what to say to him. I just looked at the old squad leader gratefully and silently took the equipment he handed over.

After the old squad leader left, I untied the dry food bag and saw it. I was stunned. There was nothing but fried noodles in the slender cloth bag. At this time, I couldn't help but remember what was said in "Who is the cutest person" that when the volunteer soldiers were hungry, they would make fried noodles and snow... but now it really happened to me. I originally thought that it would be something that would happen after the food road was bombed by US military planes after entering the North Korea, but I didn't expect it to be like this just now. And... this fried noodles is still the amount of three days? I carried the poorly small dry food bag on my hand, and I couldn't help but complain in my heart. This is not a life for people to live. I have to worry about my life being unsuccessful, I can't eat enough, I can't wear warm clothes, and I sleep...

Well, I was really sleepy. I rushed all night last night and started fighting early in the morning. My nerves were tight and I didn’t know how to sleep. Now, when I relaxed, I realized that my eyelids were fighting. I saw that there were many soldiers around me wrapped quilts and slept like that. I didn’t care about the beggars sleeping on the streets. I untied the quilt and packed them on my body, grabbed a few handfuls of fried noodles, ate a few bites, and leaned against the trenches and fell asleep.

The sound of "boom..." woke me up from my sleep. I didn't have to look at it and knew that the enemy was bombarding again. I haven't been sleeping for a while! I don't care! I felt cruel and ignored it, and then slept again. It was so sleepy. These South Korean soldiers were like flies, unable to kill them, and could not drive them away... If this continues, they were exhausted to death before they were beaten to death.

"Comrade, comrade! The enemy is coming!"

Unpredictably, I was pulled out of the quilt by a strong hand. I knew it was Hu Zi, the reckless guy. The cold air outside made me shiver and I couldn't help but feel much more awake.

"I'm talking about gay." Hu Zi grinned and said, "You are still dreaming when the enemy is coming. I don't know how you die in a while."

Looking at Hu Zi and other volunteer soldiers who were still energetic beside me, I opened my mouth and asked with my jerky eyes: "I haven't closed my eyes since last night, why are you not tired?"

"What day? I've been walking for five days since I went abroad?" Xiao Shandong continued, "When I beat the Kuomintang, it was common for me to not close my eyes for three days and three nights!"

"Oh, I'm used to it." I smiled bitterly. It turned out that Iron Man was trained in this way, and habits became nature. It was just that I felt pity for me, who was pampered in the modern world, and at this time, my mind was so dizzy that I couldn't think.

I leaned my head toward the front sight, aimed at an enemy who was walking towards the position with my waist, and thought to myself, "I'm not going to sleep, I'll let you have a good night's sleep!"

"Bang bang bang..." As soon as the battle started, I finished firing five bullets in the magazine in one breath, aiming, shooting, and then aiming and shooting. In one go, five bullets were shot at the enemy like machine guns. Five enemies fell down, and they were all shot in the head.

I couldn't help but be stunned. When did my shooting skills become so good again? Hu Zi beside me also looked at me, and obviously he was also attracted by these five shots.
Chapter completed!