The rise of special forces from the boot camp

Chapter 455 Running out of ammunition and food, desperate!
Black clouds pressed down on the island, and strong winds blew up. Scores of bushes were bent over by the strong wind, and some small trees were directly broken by the strong wind.

It was extreme weather, the kind of weather you never get in a city, only at sea.

The collision of cold and warm currents causes extremely severe weather, which may cause tsunamis in severe cases.

On the dark island, Michelin bent her waist against the wind and moved quickly. A hundred meters away behind her, a group of people in black were like mad dogs, chasing after her.

In such weather, the bullets fired from a distance of [-] meters are not accurate at all, and even the sense of smell of military dogs will be affected to a certain extent. Therefore, Isidor and the others will never allow Michelin to disappear behind him and the others. in sight.

This is a competition of physical strength and endurance. This pursuit has lasted for an hour, and everyone is exhausted.

"Crackling..."

Suddenly, there was a torrential rain in the sky, no, to be precise, it was a storm, and the bean-sized raindrops fell crazily, hitting the ground, bushes, and trees, making crisp and clear sounds, and the sky suddenly darkened. Just like the sky at six or seven o'clock in the evening, the visibility is not high at all.

The torrential rain instantly soaked Michelin's hair and clothes, which caused a chill to rise involuntarily in her body, who was already thinly dressed.

The pursuit was still going on, and after an unknown period of time, the number of people behind Michelin gradually decreased, leaving only Isidor and the others still chasing.

Michelin dragged her tired body and climbed up a small hill again. When she was about to go down, she found that there was no way.

She has already reached the edge of the dark island, and below this small hill is the endless sea.

At this moment, the sea is choppy, and waves several meters high can be seen everywhere. The sea water slaps on the rocks and makes a crisp sound. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and Michelin's wet hair is blown away. , couldn't breathe at all.

There are chasing soldiers behind and the sea in front, and there is no way out!
Michelin glanced at the sea, took a deep breath, wiped the rain off her face with her hand, quickly turned around and found a suitable cover, and quietly waited for the pursuers with a gun in her hand.

Die, yes!

But when you die, you have to pull a few backs.

After a while, Isidor and others arrived at the foot of the small hill. Isidor glanced at the surrounding environment and suddenly grinned. He knew that Michelin was desperate!
"Attack!" Isidore shouted, scratching his neck. "She's on the mountain, and she's at a loss. Hit her up and capture her alive."

"Do you want to wait for the people behind to arrive before attacking?" A teammate suggested.

"That's a bunch of trash." Isidore scolded, "Let's fight by ourselves, in groups of three, and spread out up the mountain."

"OK!" Everyone responded and quickly formed a team to leave.

24 people, divided into eight groups, started climbing from eight different positions. Isidore led two people up the mountain from the front to attract Michelin's firepower.

On the top, Michelin stared at the crowd down the mountain, silently calculating the positions of the two sides. She still had less than a hundred bullets on her body, and she wanted to ensure that any bullet was worthwhile.

One minute later, Michelin finally raised the rifle in her hand and directly pulled the trigger at a Westerner next to Isidor.

"boom!"

The gun rang, and the opponent was shot in the chest instantly, and rolled down the mountainside.

"Da da da……"

As soon as the gunshot rang out, Isidor and the others immediately raised their guns and frantically suppressed Michelin's position.

"The enemy's position is exposed!" Isidor quickly ordered into the walkie-talkie, "Take me as the center, around ten o'clock on the top of the mountain."

"Attention everyone, surround the opponent in a fan shape and lock the opponent in that area."

"Roger that!"

"Roger that!"

"…………"

After the words fell, everyone began to move with a very clear goal. Each group moved forward alternately, and the bullets were as crazy as money.

Michelin lay on the ground, quickly changed positions, first observed for a while, and when the opportunity presented itself, she pulled the trigger again without hesitation.

The shot rang out, the man fell, and then changed positions again.

She is like a hunter, hunting enemies in dark corners.

As long as her gun is fired, the life of the prey must be harvested.

After all, Isidor and the others did not take advantage of the terrain. After being killed several times one after another, they became more cautious in their actions, and often several groups covered one group to advance.

Two fists are no match for four hands. After all, Michelin is only one person, and the hill is not high. Finally, a group climbed to the top of the hill from the side.

The area of ​​the top of the mountain is less than [-] square meters. There are many rocks, and the environment is relatively complicated. In addition, the sound of wind and rain is relatively loud. Michelle did not realize that three people had already climbed to the top of the mountain.

"boom!"

There was another gunshot, and another person on the hillside was shot dead by Michelin. When she was about to change positions, a bullet came from the side and hit Michelin's left arm directly.

Michelin snorted, not daring to stay in the current position at all, bent over, risking being shot dead, and quickly changed positions.

"Da da da……"

As soon as Michelin left, gunshots rang out from the side behind her, gravel splashed on the top of the mountain, and some weathered rocks were instantly torn apart.

Michelin protected her head and kept shuttling between the boulders, letting the gravel hit her body, letting wounds appear on her white skin, and blood flowed horizontally.

Finally, Michelin escaped the opponent's blockade, and hid behind a boulder near the sea.

At this moment, Michelin's legs and arms were covered with blood, and the wound on her back was torn open again. The rain mixed with blood flowed down the ground in streams. Her pretty face was pale and her breathing was rapid, apparently she had reached her physical strength. limit.

"Crash!"

After a while, one figure after another climbed to the top of the mountain, and then a group of people held guns and slowly approached the area where Michelin was.

This group of people was extremely cautious and professional. Two or three people guarded a spot together and surrounded the area where Michelin was located.

There is no way back!Michelin is at the end of her rope!
"Tap Tap!"

50 meters, 40 meters... The crowd slowly approached. Michelin glanced at it, and suddenly held a gun, and her body suddenly leaned out to shoot at the crowd.

"Crash!"

The crowd dispersed to avoid it instantly, and the enemies outside the coverage of the bullets immediately began to fight back.

For a while, the area was full of gunshots and flames.

Michelin's speed was extremely fast. After firing two shots, she immediately dodged to dodge. The bullets cratered the rocks around Michelin. Fortunately, the rock was relatively large and had not been weathered, so the bullets did not penetrate the rock. .

This was Michelin's last hiding place, and when she was about to run out of bullets, she committed suicide.

However, it now appears that Michelin has no chance of finishing the bullet.

Michelin's exact location has been exposed, and there are at least a dozen guns around her locked on her. This time, she didn't even dare to show her face. It's okay to say that she was beaten to death. If she was not killed and was captured alive, the consequences would be disastrous.

Thinking of this, Michelin quickly changed a spare magazine, then raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at her chin.

The wind was strong and the rain continued. Michelin looked at the east, and her eyes were full of nostalgia and reluctance, but she was not afraid.

"Woooooooo..."

Just when Michelin was about to pull the trigger, the unsettled sea suddenly became more turbulent. The monstrous waves kept rolling, and all kinds of fish were swept into the air.

This is the rhythm before the tsunami!

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a dead tree trunk two meters long and the thickness of an adult's thigh was blown by the wind to the edge of the mountain behind Michelin, where it was stuck by a stone and might fall into the sea at any time.

Michelin glanced at the dry tree trunk, and then at the rough sea, a trace of cruelty appeared in her eyes.

Afterwards, Michelin quickly put the rifle behind her back, rushed to the edge of the mountain in two steps, bent down and picked up the dry tree trunk, took a deep breath, and jumped directly into the sea.

"thump!"

A wave splashed, and Michelin was washed away by the rough sea water and disappeared quickly.

"Crash!"

At this moment, Isidor and the others rushed over quickly, looking at Michelin who had disappeared, they were speechless for a while.

(End of this chapter)