When Bugea showed abilities that I couldn't even imagine, I couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north.
Guns were ringing overhead and guns were ringing down the hillside. The mountain forest was filled with mist and smoke, and from time to time there was the sound of trees being burned.
At this time, on the hillside behind me, Burea just happened to hide in the bushes. Before he could take a closer look, he thrust a hand in.
That was the only sentry left among the few people he had just killed.
At that time, Burea killed those red berets, and when gunshots were heard, the guy turned around and walked back from the mountain. Originally, he was supposed to be on guard against those people on the top of the mountain, but Burea did not go down the mountain from his side. .
When his hand reached into the bush, the guy felt that he had touched something, and he grabbed Burea by the collar. Obviously, he had no preparations, and he didn't know that he could touch people in the bushes, so he didn't shoot immediately.
The completely different aspects of Bujea from others were fully demonstrated.
He doesn't know how to be afraid.
If, I mean, if when Bougea described this paragraph to me, the protagonist in the story was me, and I was looking ahead in the bushes, and someone hit me from behind and grabbed the collar of my neck, I would first think: 'Stir up' for a moment, then immediately stand up and raise your hands.
Bujea didn't do what I expected. He noticed the position of his opponent's muzzle at the same moment when he put the muzzle of the gun into the bushes and made contact with his body. He then turned along the muzzle of the gun and turned his body to the other side. The opponent's hand was still on his shoulder, but Burea pressed the opponent's gun...
Without getting close to the AK gun on his chest, he took out the pistol directly from his waist, tapped the safety with his thumb, raised his heel, and rubbed the bolt of the pistol against his heel, and released the gun with a 'click' sound. After loading the gun, the opponent pulled the trigger - click, click, click...
In the sound of gunfire, the first shot directly hit the opponent's thigh, bang!
The man took advantage of the situation and shot down. Burea immediately raised the muzzle of his gun and fired a second shot at the opponent's chin - snap!
Seeing a stream of plasma rising from the Tianling Cap, splashing all over his face, he let go of his hand.
This is the reaction speed of Bujea during the battle. He was already out of trouble before the opponent thought of shooting!
When the body fell to the ground pressing against the branches and leaves of the bush, Bujea even kicked it lightly to test whether he was dead...
The bullets were all fired from Tianling Gai. He was still testing whether the opponent was dead. Just before leaving, he shot one more shot in the opponent's head.
It's all a habit, a habit developed over many years. This habit will make you feel uncomfortable if you miss any step in actual combat. As long as you are in actual combat, you must practice it step by step. You probably have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
The problem is, after this kid picked up the gun, he really didn't know what it meant to be afraid.
In this muzzle-to-muzzle battle, Bujea was like a newborn calf, without any fear of bullets in our hearts.
But all the body movements are like the program code set by the God of Wealth in the computer. He knows when to run as fast as the wind and when to stop and squat down to watch the changes.
This is an instinct.
Instincts developed over a long period of time on the battlefield, relying on the lessons learned every time a teammate fell to the ground in the hail of bullets, and using the trauma of the body's repeated wrong decisions leading to a near-death state to enhance the instincts created by the sensory system.
If Lin Minxian called this raid Dingjun to kill Xiahou, then I would like to call the God of War in the jungle at this moment, Changshan Bure'a.
He really went in and out seven times.
Even if the numbers don't match up.
I even heard a ghostly muzzle ringing next to me twice, but I couldn't find this person in the woods.
boom!
Ta-ta-ta-ta.
When I once again saw a greenskin soldier on the mountainside being hit by a bullet and falling to the ground on his back, the muzzle of the gun continued to shoot. Such reluctance that the sound of firing did not stop until he fell down and took off his gun.
At this second, a black-faced man with blood on his face walked out of the fog, it was Burea.
"elder brother."
He very nimbly ran to my side, squatted behind a stone and tilted his head to observe the situation ahead.
I, on the other hand, completely locked my eyes on Bujea, and asked as if I was in another world: "How did you get down?"
"Killed."
Such a simple answer and being covered in blood finally made me find the shining point in this kid.
If Dahei and the others were practicing the tactical coordination of the regular army, then Burea was practicing gun fighting that was so barbaric that even the troops were gradually abandoning it.
Otherwise, when he said the words "killed", how could there be no hint of pride and show off on his face, but instead feel ordinary?
"What the hell..."
"Time is running out."
Burea smiled at me: "Brother, I will take you away first."
He didn't allow me to defend myself at all. As if he had done this thing countless times, he shouted to a Wa boy next to him: "Yazi!"
The boy rolled forward on the spot and rolled behind the boulder.
"Brother, gun."
Boureat was asking me for a gun, and then I remembered that I had been holding the gun in my hand: "What should I use?" Despite this answer, I still handed over the gun.
"You can't use it."
He didn't save any face for me, but this was not the time to save face.
"Yazi, remember, just hide behind this rock and shoot down the mountain to make them think that our master is still squatting here, do you understand?"
Yazi seemed to know what he was about to experience, and he gritted his teeth and nodded numbly.
Without any explanation, Burea took my arm and turned around and walked up the mountain.
"Brother, that car on the mountain is not bulletproof. You will sit in the back seat for a while, the back seat behind me."
I was so anxious that sweat broke out from my forehead, and I asked, "What are you going to do?"
"I'll drive you down, break out of the siege first, and then go around a mountain to return to Meng Neng."
"Bullshit!"
"Don't be ridiculous. We don't know how many people are hiding under the mountain. Aren't we rushing down to catch the bullets?"
Burea pulled me up to the top of the mountain. He still had enough energy to respond: "Sometimes, you have to take a gamble."
I climbed up a steep slope with the help of Burea: "Fart, are you going to gamble with our lives?"
At such a critical moment, Bujea suddenly froze.
I could tell from his eyes that speaking was a fucking art.
What if what I just said was, 'Are you gambling with my life? ', Maybe Bure'a's warm-heartedness can cool his blood. He risked his life to save me. If I only care about myself, how can I not be sad?
But now!
The twinkling light in Bure'a's eyes told me that it was worth it and he was willing to do so!
"Brother, you have always had better luck than me. This time, you have to lend me some luck."
We climbed to the bottom of the mountain with difficulty. On the way, I tripped over vines and stumbled over corpses. After stumbling and stumbling, I finally managed to get my life back from the mountainside, Burea? I didn't even stumble when I went up the mountain. It was just like going back to my own home. I just came up.
"Mr. Xu!"
The first person to show up from behind the car was the female teacher. To her, I had no attitude towards Boureia at all. I opened my mouth and said directly: "Now do you know why I don't let you take the children out?"
The female teacher's mouth was open, as if she wanted to say something, but I held back all the words, and not a single word came out.
"So many children?"
I am silly.
Totally killing it, the piles of kids in the back could fill these two green pickup trucks!
What I was thinking at that time was that if I left these children in the mountains... I would never be able to command even one common person again in this life.
They have to hate me to death, and they have to curse me with rumors that I will die badly. Even if I can completely suppress them with force, I will never be able to cultivate any popular support.
"Who's driving?"
But I still gritted my teeth and asked this sentence.
Damn it, I don’t want to die! (End of chapter)
