I don't remember that philosopher said that nerves always react faster than thoughts.

The attack of the enemy was as fast as lightning. Wang Yang felt a little scared in his heart. Although his mind had not yet reacted, his dangerous instinct had already ordered his body to take action first.

He let out a suppressed groan. Facing the sudden attack of the cold light, although Wang Yang had no time to shoot, he could put the gun in front of his chest at an emergency. The sword light with Wu Shang's intimidating pressure tried to take Wang Yang's life in one fell swoop, but what he never expected was that the cold light flashed and pierced deeply into Gadran's butt stock.

He swung the butt in his hand again and again, and the black shadow that suddenly attacked showed enough surprise in the moonlight. This was actually a white American soldier. His tall figure and towering nose had already exposed his identity.

He has a strong combat power and is astonishingly fast as the attack. What is even more admirable is that his reaction and judgment at such a close distance are really amazing. He discovered the other party almost at the same time as Wang Yang, but his tactic of abandoning the gun is very reasonable. The rapid response speed of pulling out a dagger is really shocking.

It was almost a decisive victory, but the accident really surprised the foreigners. He never expected that Wang Yang would come to block it with a butt stock in such an emergency, and Wang Yang's quick reaction made him really not prepared.

The dagger that was deeply pierced in tightly tied his right arm. When Wang Yang swung his gun, he could not make a strange twist in his right arm. Then he immediately collapsed with one kick. Wang Yang, who had fought desperately, would never know what mercy was. He was desperately holding Gadlan to compete with his big nose, and of course, the attack was only one pair of legs.

The hands are two doors, and they hit people all by their legs. The origin of the five thousand years has many things in ancient countries that the barbarians of the foreign gang cannot understand. Just like the ten words in these five-character quatrains, the foreign devils who can only hit people with their hands have suffered a lot since ancient times. When Wang Yang used the shadowless foot of Huang Feihong, the legendary Foshan, Guangdong, the foreign devils immediately subconsciously gave up the dagger in their hand, let out a shocking howl, and hugged the three-inch land under the lower abdomen desperately. His face was even more pale and twisted in the moonlight.

Seeing the foreign devil holding his crotch and retreating desperately, the foreign devil was really quick to react. Although he couldn't help but feel pain, he knew that at this critical moment, he endured the severe pain and tried hard to escape Wang Yang's attack. His body seemed to be looking for a hidden situation.

But Wang Yang was willing to relax at this time. He finally took a breath. Should he wait for the enemy to recover and deal with him? He took a quick step forward, and Galand in his hand finally opened the distance when his body was in a hurry. A bang gunshot almost rang out when Wang Yang's legs landed on the ground.

When is this? Wang Yang was not interested in having a real-life competition with the foreign devils. A close-range bullet attacked and hit the striking big nose on the foreign devil's face. With a bang, the twisted face immediately cut off his vitality. Blood instantly occupied half of the face like a oozing tap water pipe, and then it fell down with a heavy body.

Wang Yang had to breathe heavily. Although it happened instantly, it was enough to make him sweat all over. He knew that the god of death had just played a joke of a small amount with him, but he did fight back and forth at the gates of hell.

He gritted his teeth. Due to the violent reaction of his body, Wang Yang's hands couldn't help but tremble with his muscles. But he knew that it was not the time to sigh. Fifteen South Korean soldiers had just passed by him, but their bodies had been exposed, so they must not be too comfortable.

He took three steps forward and just jumped over the US military that fell to the ground and died. Looking through the moonlight, the US military was not dead yet. Under the moonlight, his body was still twisting and sucking like a conditioned reflex. Wang Yang finally understood that life and death on the battlefield could be decided in an instant.

At this time, there was no time to sigh, and I turned a few big trees quickly. While calming down the horror in my heart, Wang Yang had found the sniper position again. He set up his gun and caught up with the fifteen South Korean soldiers through the night vision device again.

Fortunately, because there was a fierce battle under the dense forest, the gunfire that Wang Yang had just made did not alarm the enemy. So the three friendly troops who were detouring towards Wang Yang's position were of course not noticed even further away.

Seeing that they were about to run into each other, Wang Yang felt that he had no need to be polite. He did not hesitate to fire his finger on the floor. The South Korean soldier who rushed to the front might never dream of a bullet coming from behind him and drilling into the back of his head. He almost fell into the dense forest as he advanced.

Of course, his death immediately alarmed the three black shadows who were detouring in the same direction. They reacted very quickly and immediately found a suitable position in front of them and lurked.

However, at this time, they were much closer to Wang Yang. Although Wang Yang could not see their faces clearly from his night vision goggles, he had no military rank. One soldier wore a helmet, and the other two were still wearing single hats, which allowed Wang Yang to judge their identity. In those days, in addition to the volunteer army, there were also North Korean guerrillas, and there might no longer be any army dressed like this.

He had actually shot and killed, so Wang Yang didn't have to be polite. As long as the sniper was not afraid of exposing his body, he could do three to four consecutive snipers after firing, and consume the enemy's combat power with the greatest damage.

Wang Yang did not have the purpose of sniping the enemy here for a long time. Of course, he had no scruples in this regard. He fired three shots in a row and the bullets removed two of the remaining fourteen fooled South Korean soldiers. Before his death, the howlings of the two South Korean soldiers almost resounded throughout the night.

When the enemy reacted and concealed his body and then found Wang Yang's position to shoot, Wang Yang had already moved his position, while the remaining enemies had to face three close-kick attacks at close range. A few screams were heard, and the next battle might be enough for them to drink a pot.

But at this time, Wang Yang had no intention of turning around. He quietly ran for dozens of meters in front of him. Because he had started the killing act, he thought that the enemy directly below might not realize that there was an enemy behind them. He had time to give them some pressure and give some support to the opponent's friendly forces.

His targets were two enemy machine gunners and mortar shooting soldiers directly below. This heavy weapon made people feel a little headache and had enough deterrent power on the battlefield. Wang Yang didn't want to face such a intensive attack when he and Gao Xiaodong rushed down the mountain.

A black blood mist broke out on the left cheek of the target in the scope. Wang Yang quickly resolved the first target. An enemy's machine gun suddenly stopped. Most of the enemies had not even discovered that a sniper on the battlefield who was afraid of them was depriving them of their vitality.

Wang Yang suddenly realized that he seemed to have fallen in love with the profession of sniper, sneaking in the dark world, knowing how to think calmly and pretend to be aware of himself. Although it is not a gorgeous charge to kill the enemy, when the enemy walks into the crosshair, like a stone, like a bat, like a stationary waterfall, he can always make an incredible but fatal blow.

Wang Yang kept moving the gun, and the deadly attack silently strangled the enemy's life. The next target he was aiming was the enemy's mortar gunner. One gunner was quickly killed, and the bomber also fell down with a bang, but only three shots were fired opposite him and a rainy barrage shot, hitting the land in front of Wang Yang, and a familiar "Pu! Pu!" sound came.

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