Wan Lin kicked his feet on the ground and was about to get up and jump out, but suddenly fierce gunfire rang out behind him, and a rain of bullets whizzed past his head and flew out of the valley mouth. The whine of hounds then came from the valley. ,
Wan Lin quickly raised his hand to hold down Xiaohua who was about to stand up, and then pulled another sandbag behind him. He raised his hand and fired two shots at the enemy bunker halfway up the mountain. Then he looked sideways into the valley.
There were panicked figures running everywhere on the hillsides on both sides. The eyes of the groups of fierce dogs suddenly lost the figure of Xiaohua, the king of the mountain. It was as if the backbone of the mountain was suddenly withdrawn, and the feeling of cowardice after being domesticated emerged again. He lost the ancestral ruthlessness that had just emerged and was quickly suppressed by the terrorists' ferocious counterattacks. At this time, they were running away on the hillsides on both sides.
The fierce dogs suddenly fled in panic, immediately giving the terrorists a chance to counterattack. The terrorists who survived the dogs on the slopes on both sides of the canyon immediately raised their guns and fired at the fleeing dogs and the direction of the valley entrance. the trigger,
This group of terrorists who had just survived the violent explosion were suddenly attacked by their own dogs for no reason, which really made them furious. Strings of bullets whizzed around and they were swept away.
At this time, Xiaohua beside Wan Lin also turned around and saw the scene in front of him. He stood up suddenly, and his eyes flashed with blue light and was about to rush out. Wan Lin knew that Xiaohua was anxious when he saw his subordinate being chased, so he raised his head suddenly Holding it with his hand, his eyes quickly glanced around, and suddenly he found a machine gun leaning not far away.
Wan Lin's eyes lit up, and he knew that the machine guns in the sandbag bunkers on both sides of the original valley mouth rolled and fell to the surroundings together with the sandbags in the bunker following the violent explosion shock wave.
He quickly fired another shot at the mountainside, rushed out from the sandbag he was hiding in, grabbed the machine gun on the ground and rolled it back behind the sandbag, quickly pulled the gun bolt and pointed at the mountainside, "Click, click, click", " He fired two bursts of "ta-ta-ta-ta" fire, and then turned the muzzle of his gun and swept it across the valley with "ta-ta-ta-da". When the enemy in the valley was fleeing in panic, he immediately shouted to Xiaohua: "Retreat,"
Wan Lin shouted in his mouth, turned the muzzle of his gun and swept it halfway up the mountainside at the entrance of the valley. He jumped out of the sandbag and ran towards the entrance of the valley, the machine gun in his hand spraying fire "click-click".
At this time, flames also appeared outside the valley, and Feng Dao's assault rifle also fired a hail of bullets at the enemy's bunker on the mountainside. The accurate bullets hit a cloud of sparks in the steep groove.
Wan Lin and Xiao Hua rushed out quickly. When they saw the sound of the support gunshots from the Wind Knife, they immediately threw themselves behind a tree in front, turned their guns and swept into the valley behind them. A rain of bullets roared across the canyon. side hillside,
A few terrorists in the valley who had just chased away the fierce dogs raised their guns and were about to attack the valley. They immediately fell backwards in the hail of bullets. Seeing this, the others immediately rushed towards the surrounding snow.
Wan Lin swept out the bullets in the magazine with a bang bang bang, threw away the machine gun in his hand, pulled out the bow and arrow, and shot a bomb into the valley behind with a whoosh, followed by the explosion of fire. Xiaohua rushed out of the flaming valley mouth together and quickly rushed to the side where the wind knife was.
At this time, the heavy machine gun at the enemy post on the mountainside was still spraying fire, and the bullets flew blindly towards the mouth of the valley. Apparently, they were firmly locked in the post by the accurate bullet rain of the wind knife and did not dare to show their heads.
While running, Wan Lin reached back with his right hand, pulled out a short arrow from the backpack on his back, quickly put it on the bowstring, and shouted: "Old Feng, withdraw," and pulled the bowstring sharply with his right hand.
With a "swish" sound, he shot at the enemy's post on the mountainside on the right.
With a loud "boom", a dazzling fire suddenly burst out from the mountainside outpost, and several huge rocks flew out from the mountainside accompanied by dark shadows for several days.
At the same time, Wan Lin had already rushed to a snow hill near the mountainside in front. The muzzle flash of Feng Dao just came from here. As soon as he and Xiaohua rushed up the snow hill, they saw Feng Dao in the fire.
The back of the snow hill rolled rapidly down the slope,
Wan Lin was shocked. He kicked off the snow hill and threw himself down the slope with a "Woo" sound. He rolled a few times when he landed. He grabbed the wind knife that was rolling on the slope with his right hand and punched him with his left hand.
He smashed into the thick snow and fixed his sliding body on the snow slope. He tightly held the rolling wind knife with his right hand.
In the firelight, Feng Dao's face turned pale, and his left arm and left leg were wet. Wan Lin turned around, took out his left hand from the thick snow, held Feng Dao in his arms, and freed his right hand to quickly touch him.
After a few quick clicks on the acupuncture points on his left arm and left leg, he stood up suddenly, put the wind knife on his shoulder, raised his feet and burrowed into the dark mountains ahead.
Now that he was too close to the canyon, he didn't have time to check Feng Dao's injury. He could only seal the acupuncture points around Feng Dao's injury to prevent excessive bleeding and endanger his life, take him out of this dangerous place as soon as possible, and then look for opportunities to give him
healing,
As soon as the two of them and Xiaohua left the valley entrance, they heard a faint sound of dog barking from the mountains on the side. Wan Lin carried the wind knife and ran towards the mountains in front, while looking sideways towards the valley entrance.
The fire in the valley turned half of the sky red. The wooden houses that were ignited by the explosion in the valley were burning fiercely. The valley was like a fiercely burning fire field. Streams of hot wind were blowing out of the valley, and thick layers of sediment on the surrounding tree crowns were burning.
The snow is melting with the hot wind, and strings of water droplets are dripping down.
Wan Lin knows that trees mainly grown in the snow-capped mountains are larch. These wooden houses are made of thick cedar trunks combined with mountain rocks. There is a lot of oil in the trunks of pine trees, which will naturally cause fire damage.
Fierce flames erupted like adding fuel to the fire, and the rows of wooden houses where hundreds of people lived on both sides of the canyon turned into a blazing sea of fire in an instant.
At this time, fierce barking of dogs was coming from the mouth of the valley, and ferocious sled dogs were making ear-splitting barks. The fierce barking of dogs and the noisy shouts of people seemed to be in the midst of the running Wanlin.
There was echoing in his ears, and the hot wind blowing from the valley hit him one after another, but at this time, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Although he has now escaped from the canyon, he has already judged from the fierce barking of dogs that a large number of terrorists who came to the mountains to support him have returned to the base. If he had delayed for a moment longer in the canyon, he would most likely have been killed by the hundreds of terrorists who had returned.
The terrorists were firmly blocked in the flaming canyon, and now, these terrorists were chasing towards us,
He judged the situation behind him, immediately turned around and carried the wind knife, and ran quickly towards the foot of a mountain on the side. As he ran, he glanced sideways at the wind knife on his shoulder.