Just when the kangaroo fired a bunch of bullets and was about to rush out of the door, "bang bang bang bang", a series of machine gun sounds suddenly sounded, and a string of bullets whizzed from the hillside facing their courtyard, densely
The machine gun bullets passed through the broken door panel beside the kangaroo and hit the wall behind with a "crackling" sound. A hail of bullets knocked out the broken wood and scattered sparks everywhere in the dark room.
The kangaroo's body shrank back suddenly, and waves of hot wind passed in front of him, but suddenly there was a cold air in his heart, and a look of panic suddenly appeared in his wide eyes.
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There was a sudden sound of gunfire on the dim hillside, the sound of machine guns and the sound of assault rifles. In an instant, the dim hillside was illuminated with red light from the gun muzzle, and strings of bullets roared from the kangaroos and the two men.
The bullets flew into the room through the windows and doors of the room, hitting the back gable and the earthen kang with "crackling" sounds. Repeated starlights accompanied by the fire from the muzzle immediately shot in through the bullet holes in the windows and broken doors.
inside the house.
At this time, the mottled walls in the house were spattered with pieces of wall skin hit by bullets, dust was flying in the room, and in the blink of an eye, the room was shrouded in thick morning fog.
Flying Squirrel, who was sleeping soundly on the earthen kang in the house, was woken up by the kangaroo. Holding the gun, he rolled from the earthen kang to the ground. He then let out a muffled groan. The severe pain from the wound on his waist made him
His face suddenly turned pale.
Momonga's thin body fell to the ground and he struggled to kneel down. Just as he was about to raise his gun from under the earthen bed and aim at the window, a hail of bullets penetrated through the broken window covered by plastic sheeting and whizzed past his head.
Momonga lay down on the ground again with the gun in his arms, crawled along the earthen bed to the base of the side wall leading to the outhouse, raised his hand and took out a grenade from his pocket.
Strings of bullets shot from outside were accurately shot into the house through the windows and doors. Momonga struggled to sit up, leaning against the wall and looking at the rain of bullets and the dusty house, his eyes had become dim.
, the hands holding the submachine gun and grenades were shaking slightly.
He has carried out countless operations in various countries, but has never encountered a situation like this. In the past, he has been heavily surrounded by police forces from other countries, but the other party always thought that they were confident and shouted for him to surrender. Every time he
They all relied on their outstanding skills and fearless death to break through the encirclement and look for opportunities to escape.
But this time when he saw the dense rain of bullets flying in front of him, he already knew in his heart that the other party was definitely not from the police. Only people from the military would attack so fiercely and directly with such fierce firepower. Obviously, they did not consider leaving any troops behind.
He must be spared alive. Besides, he is injured now. Even if he is not injured, he would not be able to escape from such a hail of bullets!
Momonga leaned tightly against the wall and turned to look towards the outhouse. Through the flickering firelight outside, he saw Kangaroo lying next to the door of the outhouse in the thick dust and mist. The broken wooden door beside him had been weathered.
It has been riddled with bullets.
At this time, the dense bullets outside were whizzing through the door panels and hitting the kangaroo's feet and the back gable. Pieces of door panels kicked up by the quilt were accompanied by clusters of sparks flying around the kangaroo. The coat on the kangaroo's body
It had been burned by sparks and was spitting out streams of black smoke, but the kangaroo still held the submachine gun in his hand tightly and sprayed flames diagonally outside the house from time to time.
Momonga looked at the kangaroo's desperate counterattack and shook his head slightly. He lay on the ground and crawled more than a meter toward the outhouse. He reached out and grabbed the kangaroo's feet and pulled him back. The kangaroo "click, click, click, click."
The bullet clicked out of the gun, then he pulled out a new magazine from his waist and inserted it into the gun body, then turned his head and looked back.
Momonga raised his hand to wave to him, and then retreated under the wall. Kangaroo's face was already covered with dust, and only his two panicked eyes were still shining brightly. He turned around and crawled to Momonga's side, raising his head.
Looking at him in panic, he asked hurriedly: "This kid Okazaki is on the hillside. The situation is so critical now. Why doesn't he, a sniper, come out to support?"
When Momonga heard his complaint, a look of pity suddenly appeared in his eyes. He raised his hand and pulled the kangaroo to his side. Amidst the deafening gunshots outside, he put his head against the kangaroo's ear and said loudly: "You are all
Coming from country R, don’t you know where Okazaki is now?”
Kangaroo was stunned. He turned to look at Momonga with two panicked eyes. He suddenly remembered that Momonga was a foreign mercenary recruited by his boss Kuroda himself. None of them knew Momonga's nationality, but they all knew this kid's.
He is extremely skilled, has rich battlefield experience, and is extremely ruthless in his attacks, and he is definitely not from the R country.
At this time, he was stunned for a moment when he heard Momonga's words, but then he understood the meaning. His face suddenly turned pale, and he suddenly cursed in realization: "You bastard, this kid must have been discovered when he was escaping.
, that’s why we were notified to prepare for battle, this is to let us attract the opponent’s firepower! I said, why did this kid run to the hillside outside the village just now? It turns out that this kid wanted to sneak away a long time ago!"
Kangaroo cursed, raised his gun to the outside of the house, and fired out two strings of bullets. Momonga patted his shoulder lightly, and suddenly said: "Brother, I'm injured."
There is no way out, if you really want to escape, I will do my best to help you as a brother!"
He turned around and climbed into the inner room, pulled the big bag from the kang hole and retreated to the wall. He reached out and took out a few more grenades from the bag and put them into his pocket, looked at the kangaroo with a gloomy expression and said
: "Brother, I have lived in a war-torn country since I was a child. When I was seven or eight years old, I picked up a gun and fought for a living."
Momonga's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he continued with a somewhat sad expression: "I'm different from you. We have wars all year round. If you don't pick up a gun, you won't have food to eat. I joined your Yamaguchi security guard just to earn some money.
My relatives left that dire straits just because I wanted them to have something to eat.
When he said this, he suddenly sighed: "Well, it's enough for me to survive in the hail of bullets until now. I'm not afraid of death. Few of my friends who were with me when I was young can survive to this day. Hahaha, I can survive.
It’s not easy until today. However, now I feel a little regretful. I am not living a good life myself, so why did I come to China to harm other people’s lives? This is the retribution of God!”
When Momonga said this, a look of repentance suddenly appeared on his pale face, and his voice trembled slightly.