Jiang Minghao looked at the snow falling in the wind outside the house and said in an almost inaudible tone: "Xiaotian, fine-tune the gun to the upper left by five degrees. Be careful not to consider wind speed, humidity, and air pressure. Just close your eyes. Feel the speed at which the bullet pops out of the bore with your heart, and then when your fingers can inadvertently activate, you will succeed."
The reason why Jiang Minghao didn’t let him consider this was mainly because in this dark sight, the more Wu Tian deliberately aimed, the more it would have an impact on his shooting, so Jiang Minghao simply replaced Wu Tian with his own perspective eyes. aim.
"Exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale..."
After three deep breaths and deep breaths, Wu Tian suddenly held his breath, as if his heart stopped following him, he was like a bullet lying in the barrel, quietly waiting for the firing needle and himself. Suddenly, he felt the gun body shook, and the firing pin slammed into the bottom fire cup like a speeding hammer. The violent shock directly ignited the gunpowder, like a volcano in force. The sniper warhead was pushed to the bottom fire anvil, and the strong force directly acted on the warhead. The sniper warhead was like a beast that came out of the cage. After a flash of fire, it flew directly to the opposite roof.
"boom······"
With a gunshot, a blood flower burst into the white snow on the opposite building. Jiang Minghao watched the bright red blood flower popping on the snow. He exhaled deeply and said with joy: "Xiaotian, it's hit."
"Hit?" Compared to Jiang Minghao, Wu Tian was more surprised and puzzled. Maybe it was because of the night or because of the curtains. He didn't see the enemy's corpse and blood, so this time the shooting was right. For him, it was no different from shooting at a shooting range, but Wu Tian still expressed his doubts.
"Brother Hao, in such a dark night, with this curtain blocking it, how did you judge the enemy's position? You wouldn't just rely on the shot the enemy just shot, right?"
Wu Tian absolutely believes that an excellent soldier, especially an excellent sniper, can use the bullets fired by the enemy to judge the weapon, distance, and even the approximate position he uses, but like Jiang Minghao, even the fine-tuning of the angle Being able to distinguish it so finely, as if he could clearly see the enemy's position through the shady curtain and curtains.
"I..." Just when Jiang Minghao was thinking hard about the reason and planning to hide his special ability of clairvoyance, he instantly felt like his right shoulder As if knocked by a hammer, a blood flower burst from his right shoulder, and then he heard another gunshot from a distance.
"boom········"
Wu Tian did not hesitate to pounce on Jiang Minghao, the force of the side thrust directly took Jiang Minghao off the wheelchair, and the sniper bullet flew over Wu Tian’s back, and the bullet that rubbed against the air hotly controlled Wu. A blood stain appeared on Tian's back, leaving a deep bullet mark on his back.
"Brother Hao, are you okay?" Wu Tian hugged Jiang Minghao and slid on the floor after several consecutive rolls. At this time, the wound on his right arm pierced by the steel bar opened again, and blood would tie the wound cloth. The strip is completely saturated, as if it is a battle flag that represents the military's majesty.
"It's okay, I can't die, you know, I barely feel under my neck."
Hearing Jiang Minghao's answer, Wu Tian sighed in relief: "My grass, this guy belongs to Xiaoqiang (cockroach), right? It won't die like this?"
Wu Tian seemed to have forgotten the wounds on his right arm and back, and devoted all his attention to the battle. Such a soldier, such a man who is immersed in the battle, is the most handsome and tasteful. This is also Zhao Ritian's. The American daughter-in-law, Mary, is why she likes soldiers, because the unyielding backbone of soldiers can open up territory and support a country's safety and prosperity.
At this time, the battle between Xiaosha and Wei Debing on the first floor was not much better than Jiang Minghao and the others. Xiaosha was an unreasonable mad cow. He was completely angered by Li Yuhui's death. His blood-red eyes were murderous. The bloody appearance was exactly like the god of death with a sickle in his hand. Even Wei Debing didn't dare to step forward and pull him. He could only persuade him from the side while assisting in entanglement with the five short and three thick island killer who was covered with steel plates on his body.
"Be cool, calm down, this guy is a master of fighting, we have to think of his way."
While talking, Weidebing shook his fist at the guy who threw bombs around the room before. His fist hit the killer with a clanging echo, and all the attacks were blocked by the steel plate hanging on his body. .
But Xiaosha didn't seem to hear Wei Debing's persuasion. The Falcon Wing Saber in his hand swung desperately at the enemy, and it collided with the scimitar in the enemy's hand, making a metal piercing sound, and occasionally several knives slashed at the killer. Also blocked by the steel plate on his body. On the other hand, Xiao Shao's body was cut a dozen or so cuts, flesh and blood turned out, and blood was flowing.
"clang······"
Under the fierce blow of Hayabusa and the killer's scimitar, Xiaosha was shaken by the powerful force transmitted from the scimitar. After five steps in a row, he stood still slightly. The knife's right hand trembled and numb, and Wei Debing, who had rushed forward and was about to hug the enemy, was kicked out.
Wei Debing's body was like a ball. He was kicked and rolled out on the ground, hitting the wall hard, his throat was sweet, a mouthful of blood poured out from his mouth, and he sighed helplessly:
"My grass, what did this guy grow up with? Such a strong physical quality." Looking at this bull-like enemy, Weidebing reluctantly took out the Desert Eagle pistol at his waist, and aimed at the enemy's head. Pull the trigger.
"Bang bang bang..."
The golden bullet shell was like bubbles continuously spit out by a fish, and it continuously jumped out from the pistol shell window. With the sound of the bullet shell falling to the ground, Weidebing found that none of the bullets he fired hit the enemy's head. , He didn't seem to care about the impact of the warhead, he used the steel plate on his arm to cover his head, against the flying bullets, step by step towards Wei Debing.
"Clang clang clang..."
As the sparks from the impact of the bullet and the steel plate were getting closer, Wei Debing's hand holding the Desert Eagle trembled involuntarily. His right index finger seemed to freeze, and he pressed firmly against the trigger, but Except for the empty sound of "click, click" from the gun body, no more bullets came out of the barrel. He had already shot all the bullets.
Weidebing watched the bull slowly lower his arm in front of him, with a devilish smile on his face, as if he was a beast that could swallow the sheep in front of him at any time.
Watching death approaching him a little bit, Wei Debing’s bruised face was full of fear. When facing death, anyone would panic looking for a way to survive, even if it was a ridiculous act that could no longer be ridiculous. , So Weidebing tremblingly smashed the desert eagle in his hand towards the enemy.
"Snapped!"
The desert eagle was firmly held in his hand by the enemy with iron armor in front of him. There was a trace of disdain on his face. In his eyes, these two people are two lambs to be slaughtered.
"Wow, wow..."
Watching the enemy's hands flexibly dismantle the desert eagle in his hand, the collision of the scattered parts and the ground was like the call of death, and Wei Debing's heart trembled. He was a soldier and had never been afraid of death, but When the death approached a little bit, Wei Debing's mind began to simulate the various ways he was killed, and this unpredictable way of death was deeply immersed in the bone marrow with Wei Debing's fear.
"Yo Xi, China Pig, are you afraid of death?" The killer of this island nation threatened with the harsh language of the Dragon Kingdom. His right hand was smashed by the falcon's wing full of cutouts. The killing ritual of harvesting lives.
Ten meters, eight meters, five meters, three meters, two meters...
As the assassin approached, Wei Debing's body was already curled up like a kitten shivering in the cold wind. He pressed against the wall tightly, looking at the enemy's butcher knife, his eyes showed despair, and he even began to guess. With a sharp blade cutting through any part of his body, and looking at the scimitar that was falling rapidly, Weidebing closed his eyes fiercely, and waited for the death of the god to finally come.
"boom·····"
Suddenly, Weidebing heard a violent collision sound in his ears, as if two high-speed cars were smashing into each other, and then there was a hysterical roar.
"what······"
The roar was like thunder in nine days, causing Wei Debing to tremble. He suddenly opened his eyes and found that the chic who had just been panting on the side was like a crazy wild dog, holding the enemy tightly with his left hand. His scimitar, with the palm of his hand under the sharp blade of blood, rained down, and he held the right arm of the Falcon Wing, a bear hugged the enemy’s waist. The Falcon Wing Saber was like a full-powered pile driver, cruelly around his waist. It pierced hard, but every time the blade fell, except for a few sporadic sparks and the sound of metal collision, it could not cause any damage to the enemy.
It turned out that at the moment when the blade of the scimitar was about to touch Wei Debing’s neck, he slammed straight forward, like an arrow from the string, and slammed his body against the guy who was covered in iron armor. Wei Debing also escaped by a fluke, but the chic, who was entangled with the enemy, was not so lucky. His back was completely exposed in front of the enemy.
"Boom...Boom...Boom..."
The enemy's left elbow is like a undulating drum hammer, hammering again and again toward the handsome back. With every hammer blow of his handsome body, his body will sink suddenly. It is like a foundation that is steadily declining. With every sinking, the handsome head will be dizzy, and his mouth will continue to vomit bruises. His internal organs are also hit by shocks this time, but the handsome still Gritting his teeth fiercely, his right hand was like a dying python, still wrapped around the enemy's waist.