The strongest soldier

The early morning sun shines on the vast forest. After the heavy rain, the forest is filled with a rotten smell. Fortunately, the wind has diluted the smell. In a dense forest on a hill, Guishou and Madeira sit quietly. Waiting, the two of them stayed behind, and the first thing they did was to place all the grenades in the places they passed by, placing one at a certain distance, which could deter and delay the enemy.

There was not much ammunition, so everyone had to rely on the guns in their hands. The guns had been serviced once, and the bullets had been pressed into the magazines. They were waiting for the enemy to come over. The two chatted boredly for a while, and Madeira suddenly changed the subject. Turned around and said: "Your fighting power is very powerful. You can plot against the enemy to death. I admire you."

"That's how we can get the first place in the Global Special Forces Competition." Guishou said with a bit of arrogance, holding a piece of grass in his mouth. He spoke casually, but his eyes were solemn and full of worries.

Madeira also knew about Guishou and Yu Xin, and was very emotional, but she didn't ask any more questions. The two were silent for a while, and Madeira suddenly asked: "It's impossible for the two of us to hold off for too long, what do you have?" Intend?"

"You don't understand this, right? You can't stop it. Guerrilla warfare and destroying enemies on the move are our specialty. Do you know what's the core of this?" Guishou pretended to smile casually.

"What is it?" Madera asked curiously. Seeing Guishou's expression of contemplation, he continued: "I have long heard that your country's culture is extensive and profound, especially the culture of war. I heard that your country has been at war in all dynasties. A history of war. Your understanding of war has risen to the level of art. Tell me about it? Anyway, I am idle now."

"Looking at the friendship between us fighting side by side, let me teach you a trick. The core of this kind of guerrilla warfare is the sniper target. There are people everywhere in the mountains and plains. How can you stop them? But whose orders do these people listen to? As long as the general gives the order If you kill one of them, the others will be at a loss and don't know what to do. Maybe they will go back with the corpses. If one doesn't work, just two, if two don't work, then three. Anyway, the miscellaneous fish don't care. They only kill the officers. If it doesn't work, just take them. Lead them in circles." Guishou explained seriously.

"It makes sense," Madeira said with a smile. Suddenly, his expression became solemn. He tightened his grip on the gun, but found that the ghost hand suddenly took a few steps forward and looked around. Apparently he also discovered something. He quickly walked up and whispered seriously: "It seems that the enemy is catching up. It should have been the explosion of the grenade we deployed just now."

"Well, we have to work, be careful." Ghost Hand whispered.

"Understood." Madeira agreed, pulled the gun bolt, and got ready for battle.

"We're on the left and the right, firing at each other, fighting and retreating at the same time." Guishou said solemnly.

"Boom!" There was a faint explosion, and this time both of them heard it very clearly. They exchanged glances, spread out, each found a place to hide, and waited patiently.

The wind slowly blew the branches, making a rustling sound. Some unknown insects were chirping. Several wild birds were frightened and flew out of the woods. They screamed a few times and circled high in the sky, not daring to fall. Ghost hands Seeing this scene, knowing that the enemy was catching up, he pulled the gun bolt.

"Boom!" There was another grenade explosion, and the distance was getting closer and closer, which meant that the enemy's pursuit was getting closer and closer. Ghost Hand waited patiently and glanced at his watch. It had been almost four hours since he left. Yes, the enemy is slower than expected, which is a good thing. If it can be delayed for two hours, that would be even better.

After a while, the explosion sounded again. The enemy was afraid of the grenades ambush on the road, so he had to slow down and search carefully. But how can it be so easy to find the grenades laid by ghost hands? Another grenade was detonated, which caused the enemy to panic and slow down a lot.

Guishou stood on the hill and looked far into the distance. The sun was shining brightly in the sky. The visibility in the forest after the heavy rain was very high. He could faintly see the sound of explosions coming from the canyon in front. The smoke penetrated the forest and spread to the treetops. It was about five kilometers away. , if you let the enemy run at a loose speed during this distance, it won't take half an hour.

The combat effectiveness and crazy behavior of the militants left a deep impression on Guishou. The enemies who were completely enraged would only become more crazy. The pursuit speed would naturally not be slow, but now that there were traps made of grenades, the pursuers were a little more fearful. , the speed is much slower. If it can be delayed for an hour, that would be perfect.

As time passed, there were constant explosions, and the enemy was getting closer and closer. Half an hour later, it could be clearly seen. Guishou's face was solemn, and his eyes were a little more fearful. At this distance, the enemy was clearly visible. He actually didn't care about grenade traps and directly used his life to clear the way, without losing half of his pursuit speed.

"Hiss?" Luo Zheng took a breath. A life-threatening team is not easy to mess with. It seems that the enemy was completely hurt by the beating and went crazy. He quickly said to Madeira not far away: "Brother, Aim at the officers, fire two shots and then retreat, take cover alternately, and don’t let the battle linger.”

Madera also saw the madness of this team, and became a little more wary. He quickly agreed, set up a sniper rifle and aimed at the suspected enemy officers, and opened fire to kill them.

As soon as the gunfire sounded, the enemies were startled, and they hid on the spot, looking for the source of the gunfire, but Madeira also wisely chose to remain silent, and just carefully searched for the next target. If the enemy didn't move, he would never move. Don't shoot. The mission is to block, not to kill. It's better to delay.

After waiting for a few minutes, the enemies stood up one after another when they saw that no shots were fired. An officer roared a few words, and was quickly locked by Madera. He pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet penetrated the opponent's chest from behind. When he carried it out, there was a large amount of blood, and the target was knocked upside down and flew far away. He hit a tree hard and rolled down. There was no movement at all, and a big bloody hole appeared in his heart.

He was killed with one shot, but his position was also exposed. The already crazy pursuers came screaming and rushing over, not caring about the sniper rifle at all, but not paying attention to the trap in the bushes under their feet. Boom boom boom——! Three grenades exploded, flashing red light and flying fragments, knocking the surrounding pursuers to the ground and setting off streaks of snowflakes.

"Bang bang bang!" Guishou also opened fire, firing a few rapid bursts at the chasing soldiers. The bullets penetrated the target's eyebrows like they had eyes. The gun bit the flesh and the bullets killed him. In the blink of an eye, there were six An enemy fell in the bushes, motionless.

"Da da da!" The enemy also discovered the location of the ghost hand. He didn't hide at all. He rushed forward and fired wildly. The bullets rained down like rain, leaving the surrounding trees in a mess. The intensive firepower suppressed the ghost. His hands had to be concealed, and he had no chance to fight back. The situation became worrying.