In the distant light, the barking of Japanese wolfhounds was getting closer and closer. Zhou Wen felt that the pain in his right arm had been relieved a lot, so he held the rifle and began to aim.
At this time, his night vision distance was affected by the decline of his body function, and he could no longer see a distance of 100 meters away, but the bright flashlight light guided him in the direction.
He saw a figure appear at the front, his hand being dragged by a short black figure in front of him. Zhou Wen could only aim at the black figure based on his feeling, and gently pulled the trigger.
"Click!" A dull gunshot and the wail of a wolf dog came, and it hit.
Next, Zhou Wen completely let go of his mind and just shot at the clear and blurry figures in the darkness and under the light. After emptying one magazine, he replaced it with another. The gunshots from the opposite side also rang out, and they were very dense. .
Fortunately, the suppressor on the G-13 semi-automatic rifle not only has a silencing effect, but also blocks the flames ejected from the muzzle, so most of the Japanese army's shots were fired at random without any target.
Bullets whizzed past Zhou Wen's head. He was still shooting silently, harvesting lives one by one at the fastest speed. Any figure, light, or shaking that appeared in the scope was the target of his shooting.
But there were too many Japanese troops. The companions who were constantly being hit and howling in agony not only did not frighten them, but made them even more angry and pounced on them, because they knew that there was only one person in the woods - the infiltrator. No matter how scared they are, they will not retreat when there is only one enemy. Today, even if Bagadi fights with his life, he will kill you.
At this time, the Japanese army also began to react. All the scattered flashlights were turned off, and the front of Zhou Wen's sight fell into darkness. A familiar crisp sound of "Boom!" came. It was the sound of the Japanese grenade launcher, but Zhou Wen was Unable to determine the exact location of the Japanese grenadier, he could only fire two shots in the direction of the sound.
However, more "boom-boom" sounds and explosions came over.
"I'm so hot. How many grenades are firing? Are you all dead?" Zhou Wen knew that he couldn't stay by the woods.
He had no choice but to duck and run deeper into the woods, followed by flames and violent explosions. Countless branches were ignited, forcing Zhou Wen to retreat continuously.
At this time, Zhou Wen, who was struggling to walk, suddenly felt numbness in his back, and a force pushed him to the ground.
"Hit!"
A stray bullet from nowhere hit his body, which was much clumsier than usual. Zhou Wen climbed up and staggered while enduring the severe pain on his back.
He felt that the bullet whose flight speed was greatly attenuated did not penetrate his muscles and hit his internal organs, otherwise he would not be able to stand up.
"Perhaps it penetrated a tree trunk before hitting him. He could still hold on for a while. Does this mean that the tiger fell down and was bullied by the dog?" Zhou Wen thought to himself.
At this time, he could no longer turn around and shoot. He could only shoot backwards with his pistol while walking, regardless of whether he could hit or not.
Explosions also sounded around the woods. He knew that it was the explosion of the previously deployed booby traps, which also meant that the Japanese army surrounded the woods.
At this time, Zhou Wen's numb heart no longer had any fluctuations. He just fired randomly in any direction that his arm could reach without looking back, and took out the last explosive bag in the space of the beads. At the last moment arrive.
Suddenly, a violent explosion sounded outside the woods, followed by another. A trace of blush appeared on Zhou Wen's bloodless face. This was the sound of the heavy explosion of the 81mm slap cannon. That sound was so familiar and cordial to Zhou Wen.
"Are the brothers here? How did they find this place?"
Zhou Wen suddenly remembered the intercom still lying quietly in the Buddha Bead Space. This was what Gao Xiaoshan had repeatedly insisted on him taking before leaving. He had never thought about using this communication device after he set out. He was going to perform a narrow escape operation, and there was no need to drag his brothers into a desperate situation.
He couldn't walk anymore, so he sat down against a tree trunk, took out the intercom and put on the headset. A hoarse but very familiar voice came over immediately: "Awen, Awen, answer me. I’m here, I’m here with my brothers, please reply quickly!”
Zhou Wen felt as if his chest was blocked by something at this moment, and a wave of heat rose up from his tired and cold body. Before he knew it, his face was filled with tears, and he said weakly: "Brother Shan Zi, it's me."
"Awen, Awen, it's really you. God bless you, you finally spoke."
Zhou Wen could hear Gao Xiaoshan's joyful and choking voice over the earphones.
Gao Xiaoshan continued: "Awen, hold on, you must hold on, we will be there soon, you must not remove the headset."
At this moment, Zhou Wen felt as if he suddenly came to life. The brothers were coming, and he couldn't die. There were still many people waiting for him.
His head suddenly woke up, and the desire to survive once again defeated everything.
He said calmly: "Brother Shanzi, listen to me. I am in the north direction of the woods. You try to shoot towards the middle and edges of the woods."
"Don't worry...the artillery is ready...Zhu Jinhui is wearing headphones. He knows how to bombard." Gao Xiaoshan's voice was panting fiercely, and it seemed that he was running faster.
Zhou Wen now understood that not only the first team, but also the brothers from the second team were dispatched.
Only then did he remember that there was an explosive bag sitting under him, and he quickly put it into the Buddha Bead space, so as not to blow himself up at the last moment and make a joke. Then he replaced the rifle and pistol with new magazines. The arrival of the brothers once again injected strength into his already weak body, and even the gunshot wound on his back was no longer so painful.
Only ten seconds later, the roar of artillery shells streaked across the night sky.
This time it was not the firing of a few cannons, but the firing of more than twenty cannons at the same time. The woods were completely surrounded by fire and explosions. Except for the Japanese troops who had already entered, the enemies outside could not even think of taking a step further.
Zhou Wen was shooting while reporting the location of the impact point of the shell. At this time, the person talking to him on the earphone had become Zhu Jinhui.
Zhou Wen used the light of the explosion to continuously knock down the Japanese soldiers who entered the woods, but there were too many enemies, and his position was finally discovered by a Japanese soldier who came from the side.
At the moment when the Japanese soldier raised his gun and took aim, Zhou Wen's palpitating sense of anticipation saved him again. He subconsciously rolled over, but his body could no longer keep up with the speed of his consciousness, and a bullet hit his shoulder.
The severe pain made him curse loudly: "I'm a fool... ah... ah!"
Zhou Wen shouted and cursed while shooting. More bullets hit the tree trunk behind him, and more Japanese soldiers discovered him.
At this time, Zhou Wen discovered that there were not many bullets in the pistol. In just a short time, more than twenty rounds of bullets were fired.
Zhu Jinhui's concerned voice came: "Scholar, are you injured?"
Zhou Wen was pinned to the ground by the dense bullets at this time. He could only protect his head with both hands and shouted desperately: "Fire at me, fire at me..."
