A crisp gunshot mixed with the deafening "Tutu" flames of thirty seconds was actually not at all conspicuous, but the machine gunner who was still pulling the trigger and hitting it just now fell to the ground without warning, proving that shooting against the mysterious gunner is an extremely stupid behavior.

Although the heavy machine gun is good, I am still afraid of being knocked down with one shot!

"Switch me a replacement and continue to beat me." Huang Qinghe's eyes began to appear blood, and his blood pressure was obviously elevated.

Too much, too much, heavy machine guns that can fire hundreds of bullets in a minute can't beat those who have rifles.

Unfortunately, the too simple temporary heavy machine gun position is almost unprotected for machine gun shooters who expose their entire upper body. This is like Mo Xiaomao, who hides under the natural cave and uses a few large stones as a cover, only exposing the entire exposed area of ​​the gun body but not the size of a bowl, is inherently destined to be not on the same starting line.

What's more, Mo Xiaomao also has a 6x scope, and the bandit's big teeth are undoubtedly revealed in Mo Xiaomao's vision, and the gap in equipment can only be described as crushing.

The second bandit who bravely pounced on him had not even had time to pull the trigger, just like his ex, he could not die anymore. The distance of 500 feet increased the chance of Mo Xiaomao's head-shot to more than 90%.

No bandits were foolishly pounced on them and played with the heavy machine gun. They were not to kill people at all, but to kill themselves. If they wanted to hurt others, they would first hurt themselves. If there was Master Jin in this era, they would definitely know the routine of the "Seven Injury Fist" that was a treacherous magic weapon, which was almost the same as that.

Even if the leader glared at the big blood-filled eyes, no one went there. Everyone was dead. If you have the ability, come, leader? You have always been a dead fellow Taoist who is invincible and domineering. The bandits who have always been dead, and the concept of immortality is supreme, and the bandits who are forced to make trouble make Huang Qinghe have no choice.

Fortunately, I have many people. I see how you fight with me with a gun. If you have the ability, you can turn a machine gun and let them all be bald. I will accept you. Huang Qinghe continued to stare at the opposite side with his big blood-filled eyes.

The next moment, Huang Qinghe's hideousness solidified in his pupils, including bloodshots that were still trying to expand.

If there is a camera at this moment, this photo with the theme of "Bandits' Confusion" will definitely win the gold medal in the Global Photography Competition.

The ferocity in the solidification is mixed with confusion and horror that surges upwards, and the emotions in Huang Qinghe's eyes are rich in their eyes.

If there is a medicine for regret in the world, Huang Qinghe's wish must be: to give me ten thousand pills.

"Dada...Dadada..." The sound of the light machine gun is crisp and rhythmic.

The second and third long and short shots are the rhythm that Chen Yunfa is most accustomed to. The capacity of the 20-round magazine of the light machine gun does not support the shooter to hold the trigger and then the bullets are constantly shifting. Sincerely, the directors of the God Drama always regard the magazine as energy blocks.

As an excellent class fire support machine gun, light machine guns have always rushed to people. A 20 round magazine is enough for an excellent machine gunner to knock down seven or eight enemies who dare to charge towards their own positions.

What's more, those bandits who have not received any military training belong to the mob?

Chen Yun, who was condescending, sent a magazine to empty the air, knocking down more than 20 bandits who had rushed the fastest along the way. All the dozens of bandits who were still trying to climb the mountain were furious. In front of the machine gun, what are the branches of the bushes? The leeches and poisonous snakes in the jungle are considered balls? They all jumped into the wildly. The originally calm bushes were trembling collectively. From a distance, they looked like a group of rabbits driven out of the hole by a hunting dog crawling into the grass, which was spectacular.

Without even experiencing the ability of his subordinates to escape, Huang Qinghe just moaned in pain: "A man from a turtle son really has a machine gun."

"Hehe, how about it, kitten, you beat me for a long time before you kill a few? Did you see that, I lay down a dozen times as soon as I took the opportunity to show off." Chen Yunfa grinned at Mo Xiaomao.

Although those mobs were not in Chen Yunfa's eyes, the key point was that he had to show off with Mo Xiaomao who had been proud for a long time.

"Hey, Brother Chen, you are so capable. The whole family has put more than a dozen down. But what if you scare them away?" Mo Xiaomao sighed slightly.

"No! They have hundreds of people, just a little bit of success?" Chen Yunfa was slightly stunned.

Even though he said this, he still felt something was wrong. If these bandits really wanted to run back, not to mention the light machine gun, it would be useless even if Chen Yunfa carried the machine gun in the regiment.

Don’t say it, Huang Qinghe really has this idea.

At this moment, he also figured out where the enemy on the other side came from. Apart from the regular army, no, to be precise, except from the regular army of the Central Army, he really could not explain such a powerful enemy that emerged there. However, a rifle and a light machine gun dared to attack him and his 400 subordinates.

Sadly, not only did he attack him, but he still hurt him, but he still couldn't do anything to him. If he had a cannon, he could still use it to bombard him with it, but unfortunately, there was no.

The only solution was to rush up even if he couldn't kill him. Even if he couldn't kill him, he had to drive away the bone-bearing gangrene. Only when he drove far away could he and his large troops go to Heilong Mountain and leave this damn place.

However, he still had a light machine gun and had to make a living. Even if he wanted to, the mobs would have to be willing to do so! Looking at the subordinates who were hiding so hard that they wanted to vomit blood without even knowing where they were hiding.

In addition to being frustrated, Huang Qinghe was actually more afraid. The regular army of just a few people was so powerful. How cruel would it be if 400 people came? Brother and his 1,800 men could really beat such ruthless guys? Huang Qinghe, who was full of confidence, had a big question mark in his heart for the first time.

In fact, what made Huang Qinghe even more afraid was not to fight with the 400 people, but to what was the purpose of these guys hiding on the ridge hundreds of feet away to hit them cold guns?

If he said that he would send such an elite soldier to fire cold guns along the way to consume Huang Qinghe's strength, Huang Qinghe felt that the other party's commander could be with the idiots under his command.

They all hide in the forest and do not move. The other party will naturally not shoot without a target. This is human nature, but if it moves and reveals its movements, the mysterious gunman will ruthlessly take away people's life. Although it has no purpose, the dead bandits are all small minions, but this is terrible.

No one wants to go to the future of those unlucky people, including himself, even though he knows that among hundreds of people, he can only kill a few, and a one-percent chance of suddenly becoming so terrible compared to those who only have one life.

If you want to not become a bad guy, the only way now is to wait. When it gets dark, you can sneak away from the mountains and forests quietly. No matter how sharpshooter is, it will be useless if you can't see it. But when it gets dark, the daylily on the Heilong Mountain will be cold.
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