Chapter 882 The first collision (six) [two-in-one chapter]
"Huchi, Huchi~" snorted.
The heavy breathing between the nostrils of the rookie driver actually sounded like a tired old cow even to him.
At the same time, he felt a huge chill, running directly from his tail bone to his Tianling Cap, making every cell in his body seem to be trembling with fear.
There is no way! This professional driver in the modern dimension is panicking now.
He has been a professional driver for many years and has developed a strong psychological quality, which seems to be of no use in the current situation.
The main reason is that before rushing to the 133.1 Highlands, he could be taken care of by the other people who formed a three-person combat team, namely Fat Chicken and Delo.
So now everyone rushes to the 133.1 heights, and the two sides fight together.
In just a blink of an eye, he lost track of Fat Chicken and De Luo, and he didn't know who he was fighting with.
Then the driver, a rookie, faced his first hand-to-hand battle in his life.
Unfortunately, this was the first time in his life that he had no joy or expectation, and was left with only panic and fear.
A young soldier was about the same height as him, but at least a lot thicker in terms of strength. He was holding a dagger in his hand. His red eyes had a trace of wild beast-like madness. He stared at him and slowly approached.
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This scene made the poor driver's head go numb on the spot.
Damn it! The current scene was not the sour fight he had with a female classmate when he was in school.
It’s not like after entering society, you start yelling at each other because of some friction, shouting “What are you looking at?” loudly. In fact, everyone has a plan in mind, and no one dares to do anything.
Even in the last battle to annihilate the Royal Heavy Tank Battalion, the three rookies also received a certain amount of care, they just shot from a distance.
This is not a close-quarters fight between two parties, where only one person can survive.
In short, when the flashing cold light on the dagger in the opponent's hand came into view in the firelight of a certain explosion, the driver even got goosebumps out of the human body's instinct to fear such sharp objects.
In the very short fight that followed, there were extremely thrilling and embarrassing dodges.
After escaping several assassinations from his opponents, the rider was as panting as before.
God knows that in a very short period of time, just a few simple dodges caused such a huge drain on his spirit and body.
So much so that now, he felt that the movements of his hands and feet were a little slower.
Even in the panic of the battle just now, even the M1 carbine in his hand had a cut on his right hand, and his arm fell to the ground in pain.
He became empty-handed and faced an opponent with a sharp blade.
This lets the driver know that he cannot continue like this; otherwise he will soon be stabbed to death by the soldiers in front of him because he did not dodge in time.
For this reason, when the soldier once again stabbed his lower abdomen with a dagger.
The driver also used his right hand, and with quick eyesight and quick hands, he grabbed the opponent's wrist.
Thank God! The driver successfully grabbed the opponent's wrist. When the opponent was struggling desperately, he didn't know where he got the strength, and kept firmly controlling the opponent's right hand.
Then, with their free left hands, they slapped their opponent's head and face with all their strength.
Fighting, fighting, the two of them fell to the ground; in the process of falling, the dagger in the soldier's hand flew away for some reason.
Unfortunately, after the opponent's right hand was free, he first relied on his stronger and stronger body to pin down the rider with a turn.
Then, after riding on the rider's waist, he directly grabbed the rider's throat with both hands.
The moment his throat was grabbed by a pair of iron-like hands.
When he felt that his breathing was getting harder and harder, the driver felt that death was so intense for the first time; it was far more intense than when he took sleeping pills.
Therefore, such an excuse as "I am not even afraid of death" was thrown away by him in an instant, which seemed so ridiculous.
In the strong survival instinct of human beings, his hands began to fumble around.
After he touched something unknown with his right hand, the driver immediately ignored it and hit the opponent's temple.
Once, twice, three times, but it seems to have no effect at all.
Because in a hurry, the driver accidentally touched something on the ground, which was not a hard stone.
He just touched a lump of dirt in his panic, or it was a piece of hard dirt that was burned by the explosion's fire and ignited tree trunks until it was no longer cold and hard.
After hitting his opponent three times in succession, the unstrapped helmet on the soldier's head was knocked off.
Under the steel helmet, he wore a woolen hat to prevent his scalp from sticking to the steel, which was revealed.
This is also the biggest result achieved by the driver after resisting until now; because at this moment, the lump of dirt in his hand has also turned into a ball of sand.
On the contrary, the falling sand made his eyes feel indescribably uncomfortable and had no effect at all.
But at this moment, the driver still did not give up the struggle; or in other words, under the threat of death, he instinctively continued to resist.
He raised a pair of fists and continued to beat the opponent's head crazily without a helmet.
Even after punching a few times in succession, I found to my chagrin that the effect was not very good.
He put his hands on the other person's face, and started groping with his ten fingers like this; he planned to touch the other person's eyeballs and push them directly in.
I have to say that the driver's instinctive reaction was absolutely correct. It was indeed a good way to defeat the strong and win over the weak.
But unfortunately, this rookie's luck doesn't seem to be very good.
When he was groping the other person's face, not to mention touching the other person's fragile eye sockets, he didn't even touch the nostrils, but instead touched the other person's mouth.
Then a few seconds later, the driver felt a sharp pain from his heart.
The soldier was like a wild beast. After opening his mouth, he bit a few fingers of his left hand and used the utmost strength.
Under the so-called severe pain from fingers to heart, the poor rookie driver didn't even have the last bit of strength to struggle.
Even under such inhuman severe pain, he tried to shout out loudly, but was unable to do so because his neck was strangled; his entire face was as choked as a pig's liver due to the severe lack of oxygen.
Finally, under such circumstances, the driver began to welcome death.
He was finally going to die, but unfortunately it was definitely not the situation he had expected, so relaxed and free.
At such a moment, the driver was surprised to see a ball of blood suddenly burst out from the temple of the soldier pressing him.
Then, blood and some white liquid splashed all over his face.
The Tianling Cap was blown away, leaving only two-thirds of the soldier's head, and the entire lifeless body pressed down on him.
The hands that had been squeezing the driver's neck finally became weak.
For the first time, the driver felt that he could breathe freely, something he had long been accustomed to, what a wonderful thing it was.
Even at a time like this, there was still a soldier's corpse on top of him, the kind with the head smashed into pieces and white and red slurry splattering everywhere.
But even so, the driver was still breathing heavily in the air with the strong smell of blood in his nose.
I have never felt that the air is free of money, it is so beautiful...
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If possible, the rider would be willing to lie down like this on the ground that was originally covered with pure white snow that has turned into mud due to repeated trampling, and continue to lie like this for eternity.
No need to eat or drink, no need for sunlight and water, just let him breathe freely.
It's just that even he himself knows that in the current terrible environment, such an extravagant hope is simply impossible.
At least he had to get up and see who shot him at the critical moment, killing the soldier who almost strangled him and saving his life.
Then after the battle, why don't you thank the other party properly?
So after lying on the ground for only twenty seconds, or even shorter.
Even though the driver was a rookie, his chest was still heaving violently, and he couldn't even breathe evenly; he still struggled to push away the soldier who was pressing on him, and who was already dead.
It was also at this time that he discovered that the thumb and index finger of his left hand had been bitten off by the soldier. No wonder his left hand was always so painful.
So what are you waiting for? The driver opened his opponent's mouth with all his strength.
He dug out two of his fingers and put them in his trouser pocket. At this moment, he thought that if he had not died in this battle, he could have surgeon Lao Qi reattach them to him.
It is said that as long as the doctor's skills are good, the original function can be restored to 70% to 80%.
Of course, there is a premise for this. Surgeon Lao Qi died in the battle without receiving a box lunch while blocking the opponent's outflanking troops.
After doing all this, the driver finally had time to look to one side, where the bullet had just flown, and looked straight over.
It was just a driver who didn't cry in such a terrible scene when he dug out two of his fingers from his opponent's mouth after seeing clearly who saved him.
Now, his eyes were turning red uncontrollably.
Because he saw that at this moment, about ten meters away from him, De Luo Zheng was leaning against the wall of a trench, sitting there weakly.
God knows what kind of fierce battle this modern-dimensional worker in Hengyang City encountered in the past time.
If the other party hadn't taken him with him for a long time in this mission.
The two often brag and fight, and they are relatively familiar with each other. Otherwise, the riders would not be able to recognize that the inhuman figure in front of them, dressed as a ZY army soldier, is actually a veteran in the team like Delo.
A huge knife edge was seen, covering almost the entire left side of Delo's face.
The left eyeball was chopped off deeply, and the entire wound opened up, like a child's grinning mouth, with a large amount of blood flowing out.
The cotton military uniform he was wearing now had countless wounds on it; the white cotton wool and bloody blood were mixed together, making it look indescribably desolate.
One of the most serious injuries was a bayonet on the chest that had reached the handle.
The opponent who caused such an injury should be a white man whose green armor was faintly exposed after his coat was cut.
The neck of this white man has almost been cut off, leaving only a little bit of flesh attached.
And a powerful m1935 pistol landed next to Delo's legs.
After putting all the above situations together, the driver can almost figure out the truth of the matter: after paying a heavy price, Delo finally killed this strong player of the rival team.
By the way, he took out his self-defense pistol and opened fire, saving his life at an extremely critical moment.
After firing one shot, De Luo exhausted his last bit of strength, and now he was in a state of death.
"Black Chinese medicine doctor, hurry up and save people~" While stumbling, the driver came all the way to De Luo's side, and at the same time, he shouted such a sentence in a crying voice.
The problem is that at this point, the black Chinese medicine practitioners don’t know what kind of opponent they have fought against in the chaotic battlefield.
Even whether I burp or not is an unknown thing now.
Therefore, in the roar of a rookie like a driver, there was no response except for bursts of shouts and screams.
In such a situation, the driver can only try to do something personally to save Delo's life.
It was just that he used his left hand, which was missing two fingers, to tremble and prepare to stab the knife into the vital part of his chest, when he pulled out the system-green quality bayonet.
Delo opened his eyes with difficulty, and an unhealthy flush appeared on his face, which made the driver instantly think of a bad word: "return to light".
Delo, who finally opened his eyes, saw the driver placing his hands in front of the handle of the dagger, but he was a little afraid to get close to his hands.
Suddenly he understood what the driver was doing, and he cursed angrily:
"Stop! Otherwise, I could have lived for a while and said a few last words. But when you pulled it out like this, believe it or not, the blood shot up as high as the second floor, and I got the box lunch right away.
I had seen such a scene a few missions ago on that guy from Dichlorvos. At that time, the blood spurted out in a sudden burst. It looked really spectacular.
Unfortunately, dichlorvos died in a blink of an eye."
Under what De Luo said, the rookie driver quickly retracted his hands.
Facing the bayonet that caused fatal injury to Delo, he could neither pull it out nor not pull it out. For a moment, he became at a loss.
Because if he didn't draw the knife, it seemed that Delo wouldn't be able to live long with such a serious injury, but if he drew the knife, he would die even faster.
Anyway, for a moment, it seemed that no matter what he did, Delo would die.
After seeing such a scene, De Luo smiled freely and said: "Rookie, look away.
There is no such thing as immortality, as long as you think your death is worthwhile; don't look at me, brother, I'm a little embarrassed now, but in the battle just now, I was one of the best.
One person killed two opponents of strong bloodline, six or seven soldiers, even if they died, it was worth it.
In addition, let me tell you something from my heart, death is actually the simplest and most difficult thing; but if you really encounter some difficulties, you will be happy when you close your eyes, but have you ever thought about the responsibility you shoulder?
The truly difficult thing is to live with difficulty and to live at all costs in order to complete the task.
Damn it! That Hu Biao guy rushed to the street. This time, even if I am here today, I dare to curse at him. I have fulfilled my responsibility in this mission."
In fact, when Delo said the above, he was just complaining about their team commander.
Lao Qi and Hu Biao did not tell anyone else about the fact that the driver, a rookie, had a strong tendency to commit suicide.
But this kind of content fell into the ears of a rookie who ended up taking drugs for a trivial matter that seems not worth mentioning now.
But it was like a bolt of lightning split in his head in an instant.
The huge shock made him think of many things.
In his confusion, he stood on the spot like a frightened wooden stake in a fierce battle, looking at the battlefield around him.
Then, I saw more scenes that made such a rookie's soul begin to tremble...