Dongda!

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Dongda!

Click...bang!

Dongda!

Click...bang!

Dongda!

Click...bang!

On the beam of the room, Weiss spread his legs, stretched his upper body, and stood his rifle flat. He became more skillful in shooting, and his shooting status became more stable. Four shots were shot, two shots were hit, and both shots were headshots. The bloody scene brought extra shock to the remaining enemies.

Under the beam, the tall man handed Weiss another "Grumman Fire Stick" filled with bullets at the right time, replaced the rifle that had empty bullets, and the buttstock was pressed against the shoulder and the muzzle was facing the ground. He gently pulled the gun away and fed the bullets into the magazine one by one.

Looking east, Weiss and the tall guy joined forces to fight the enemy. Looking west, two soldiers and the middle-aged man in black fought side by side. Looking north, three wounded soldiers carried the line together.

Without the threat of enemy snipers, the room was filled with refreshing gunfire.

In less than half a minute, Weiss shot out another four bullets, and three shots hit, one slightly off. There were only six left in the ten enemy soldiers who rushed out of the woods. They did not hesitate or turn back, but continued to advance towards the wooden house in a scattered line. They wore white windbreakers of uniform styles, held a rifle of similar size to the "Grumman Fire Stick", and ran in the snow very quickly. But for Weiss, these obviously well-trained soldiers had a fatal flaw: during the attack, they always stopped from time to time, shot in a kneeling position, and then stood up and moved forward. Although this short stop shooting had a certain covering effect, it gave the opponent an excellent hunting opportunity!

Weiss took the bullet-filled rifle from the tall man again, and was about to continue the hot state when he suddenly heard someone shouting "Be careful of the thunder explosion", and his heart suddenly jumped: Where is this singing?

"Beware!" As soon as the tall reminder reached Weis' ears, a thunderous explosion came from the west of the wooden house, and the whole wooden house was shaking. If Weis hadn't been a little mentally prepared, he might have fallen off the beam of the house and bloomed.

"Counterattack!" shouted the tall man, "Throw Thunder Explosion!"

When Weis heard this, he knew that the so-called thunder explosion was something similar to a grenade. He picked up his gun, took a deep breath, and used his newly cultivated four-speed combo to shoot down the enemy soldiers who had reached thirty or forty meters away from the wooden house.

"Four shots hit!" Weiss roared, "This is me! A different me!"

If Luke was still alive, he would definitely be proud of him.

The last two enemy soldiers attacked from the east stopped at the same time. One of them knelt on one knee and raised their guns to shoot. The bullet penetrated through the hole in the roof and flew over Weiss' right cheek, almost destroying the face that had just recovered its confidence. The other person stood sideways, holding the gun in his left hand, exerting force with his right hand, and throwing something black.

Weis originally planned to kill these two guys and climbed back to the roof, blocking the enemy attacking from the west from a high point, but when he saw the enemy soldiers throwing out dangerous explosives, he immediately felt that the situation was not good. He glanced down, jumped straight from the beam of the house, and rolled to the side.

boom……

Accompanied by the huge explosion that made people deaf, the ground shaking violently, the smoke spread, countless wood chips, snow, sand and mud slags in the air, Weiss pounced on the ground, feeling that his internal organs were shattered. When he turned around, he had to be glad that he had just jumped off the beam of the roof: a large hole was blown up in the east wall of the wooden house, and the fireplace collapsed, and several roof beams were blown off. If he was still on the roof beam, even if he was lucky enough to die, he would inevitably have fractures, concussions, internal bleeding, etc.

The people in the room fell to the ground, and there was no firepower to block the enemy's attack. The Norman dogs must have spread their legs and ran wildly. Weiss struggled to get up, picked up his gun, and staggered forward for two steps. Suddenly, he found that outside the broken wall of the east wall, two enemy soldiers were holding rifles and staring at them with sharp eyes.

Less than five meters apart, they can play over by just moving their fingers.

But instead of firing, they pointed the gun at Weiss and shouted, "Drop the gun and hold your head in your hands, you lowly Ulster worm!"

In the past, Weiss would most likely give up resistance, but after experiencing this battle just now, especially after witnessing Luke's death, he stood up and turned the tide in his own way. The fighting spirit was awakened. He glared at the two enemy soldiers, as if ready to die generously.

At this moment, something black suddenly flew out from the east wall and broke out. Before Weis could react, a strong body rushed over and pushed him down aside.

Weiss heard two gunshots one after another, followed by a violent explosion. The feeling of heavy objects pressing down on him seemed to be back to the scene when he killed the big white bear. However, this time, the big soldier pressed on him.

Two close-range explosions hit the ground and violently collided with the floor. Weiss's body was already overturned. He hoped that the tall man could get up and pull him, but this guy didn't move, and his only left eye was already distracted.

"Hey, sir, how are you doing? sir!" Weiss slapped his face and pinched the person, but he still had no response.

After a while, someone turned the tall man over from above, eagerly observed his situation, and "liberated" Weiss.

Weiss discovered that the tall man's waist and back were bloody and bloody, and such wounds were obviously made by large-caliber rifle bullets.

Yes, he saved himself again! This time he sacrificed his life to save himself, and exchanged his life for his life!

Weiss's small universe exploded instantly!

He fucked the "Grumman Fire Stick", turned around and shot the window outside the west, and immediately fucked a Norman soldier. With one breath and one breath, he pulled the bolt, reset, raised his gun, aimed, and opened fire, and opened a blood hole in the chest of another Norman soldier.

A "thunder explosion" was thrown across the opposite side, and one of them was thrown out from the wooden house. They both exploded in less than a second. Weiss watched several Norman soldiers being blown away, snow and mud flying all over the sky; he watched the western wall of the wooden house being blown open, and countless pieces of broken wood flew around the house; he watched himself flying backwards and fell heavily on the floor, and suddenly a mouthful of old blood spurted out three feet away!

Before the smoke had dissipated, he stood up staggeringly and walked towards the west wall as if stepping on cotton. Outside the window, a Norman soldier stared at, opened his mouth, and rushed over with a ferocious expression.

Weiss wanted to raise the gun, but found that he seemed to have been exhausted and could not lift it up.

Can you just sit still and wait for death?

In despair, the young man in black who had been protecting Dr. Z was holding his large revolver and fired at the window and broken walls in the west. The middle-aged man in black also struggled to lift the spear and enter the final battle...

After a while, gunfire stopped, and the wooden house was filled with the remains of the dead.

Weis sat down, coughing, and another mouthful of old blood.

Is this the rhythm of hanging?

Inhale deeply, exhale deeply, and after two deep breaths, I feel that my breath calms down a lot.

Looking around, in addition to Dr. Z's family of three and two men in black, there were only three soldiers left. They were also the ones who were good at it. They all lost half of their lives. There was no need to say how fierce the battle was. The soldiers were treating each other's wounds, and the young men in black were also bandaging the middle-aged men in black, taking off their coats, all of them were wide shoulders and thick shoulders, and developed muscles. Could it be that... the world's environment is difficult and dangerous, and the creatures that survived the fittest are particularly strong, so long spears and short spears are all large-caliber. If a bullet hits it, the probability of death is higher than injury?

Weiss pinched his arms and thighs. Well, he seemed to be worse than these muscular men, but he was much stronger than himself in the past.

Looking back at the tall and tall man with the best figure, he did not come back to life, but lay there motionlessly, his face turned bloodless.

Thinking of his previous advice and Luke on the roof, Weiss was in a heavy mood, as if even the breath he exhaled was filled with a deep chill.

Next, I took this extremely embarrassed team back to Shelter No. 9 on the snowy mountain, waiting for the patrol ship to come and connect.

By the way...what exactly is a patrol ship? If there are pursuers from the Norman Empire behind it, the patrol ship should be able to kill them or drive them away!

Before Weis could think about it for a long time, a warrior screamed: "Look! Norman Dogs! They still have many people!"

Weiss's little heart sank suddenly: The Norman Empire is indeed arrogant enough. It is reasonable to send troops to pursue him across the border. One or two teams came to a certain extent. They did not stop after another. They insisted on killing all this place!

"Forget it!" Dr. Z, who had not spoken much, suddenly said, "Gentlemen, you have tried your best. If you continue to fight, the whole person will be killed. Forget it, since the Norman Empire values ​​my old bones so much, let them take me back and crush them into pieces! Please help take this box away and bring me a message to the President. Although the military technology of the Free Federation is not as good as that of the Norman Empire, the warriors' belief in defending freedom contains endless power, which is enough to defeat the Norman Empire's expansion ambitions again and again! Gentlemen, please cherish your freedom, cherish every minute of your life for freedom and fight for freedom!"

After listening to Dr. Z's words, everyone was silent.

The young man in black hesitated for a moment and took the box from Dr. Z. The tired and firm young face was now full of helplessness and sadness, and those bright eyes couldn't help but cry out.

Weiss turned his head and looked out the window. In the woods to the west, there were vaguely 20 or 30 people preparing to attack.

The Norman Empire soldiers were as hard as those white wolves last night. Isn’t they so much? But since they have reserve forces and just a wave of streaming attacks are about to win, why not send this reserve force to set the victory? This is inconsistent with logic and contrary to common sense!

Thinking of this, Weiss whispered loudly: "Don't worry, everyone, I think there is a conspiracy in the enemy's actions!"

"Conspiracy? What conspiracy?" the injured middle-aged man in black asked alertly.

Weiss did not answer, but lowered his head to search for the "Falcon" he had replaced earlier. As a result, the sniper rifle was found, but the scope on the gun was broken and could not be used any longer.

"Who has a telescope? Hum?" Weiss asked while searching for his backpack. Fortunately, the room was very small and he was found in one go. Moreover, the objects in the backpack played a certain buffering role in the previous explosion, and the binoculars were still intact.

Picking up the telescope, Weiss carefully observed the movements in the woods in the west, and finally found clues: "No! Those people are different from the soldiers who just attacked us! They shrank, some were studying the guns in their hands, some seemed to be holding branches, they were not like soldiers, but they seemed to be forced..."

"Muleman! He is a muleman!" A soldier suddenly replied loudly, "It will take three days to get here from the Norman border. There is a baron in the team. They must use snow mules to carry various equipment and supplies. As many mules as there are, there will be as many mulemen!"

Upon hearing this analysis, Weiss was excited: "Ha! Man! You are such a genius! Hurry, everyone is more than enough to collect the weapons and ammunition of enemy soldiers to deal with a group of mulemen!"

So, everyone excitedly picked up the enemy's rifles and collected bullets from them. The young man in black also returned the small suitcase to Dr. Z, whispered a few words, and joined the ranks of preparations for war.

"Mr. Long, you are a genius." The warrior who had just been praised by Weiss came over and said, "When we saw the enemy gathering troops, we didn't think about other things, nor did we observe carefully, and almost gave up the mission."

"You must be calm when encountering problems and learn to think in reverse, so that it will not be easy to be deceived by the enemy." Weiss said.

The warrior looked admiring: "You are a natural officer, and you will definitely become an excellent commander!"

Weiss did not hold his tail up, but humbly asked the soldier for advice on how to use enemy rifles and shooting tips.

In terms of structural principles, the standard rifles of the Norman Empire are similar to the "Grumman Fire Stick", but the feel and evaluation are very different. The reason is that the metallurgy and casting technology of the Norman Empire is more advanced. The barrel of the same thickness can withstand greater chamber pressure and the striker is of better quality, so they can create lighter and better rifles. The Ulster Free Federation can only ensure that its standard rifles are not inferior in terms of effective range and power by increasing the barrel thickness and striker volume.
Chapter completed!