The sunset is thousands of miles away, and the vast yellow sand is.┝26nbsp;┥
A round sunset clings to the ridgeline of the desert, making the earth dark, revealing a layer of faint crimson. The waves of the desert holding the sunset seem to have solidified, quietly, as if everyone is asleep
of sea.
The moment before a war is always extremely peaceful.
Taking advantage of this rare moment of silence, Ye Feng concentrated his mind and adjusted his breath quietly. After adjusting his breath, Ye Feng slowly closed his eyes, faced the north with flying yellow sand, and walked slowly up the sand dunes.
Ye Feng's mind has entered the realm of unity between man and nature. Facing the gentle evening breeze, his body is swaying slightly, keeping the same frequency as the surrounding sand waves. His steps seem staggering and messy, but there is something hidden in them.
Following a certain rhythm, move forward slowly, steadily and calmly.
A dazzling headlight pierced the yellow sand covering the sky, breaking the temporary calm. The motor roared, and a convoy of more than 20 cars climbed over a sand dune and rushed down the gentle slope.
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The smile on Ye Feng's face grew stronger, and he quietly estimated the speed and distance of the two pickup trucks at the front of the convoy. When the two pickup trucks just drove down the slope and were about to enter the flatland, Ye Feng
His closed eyes suddenly opened, a flash of light came out of his eyes, and the AK47 assault rifle in his hand was raised like lightning.
Click, click, click, gunfire sounded, and the battle began.
The tires of the two pickup trucks driving at the front were punctured, and the front of the truck suddenly sank. The wheels suddenly sank into the yellow sand and could no longer move. The vehicle behind them that was going downhill was caught off guard and crashed into the car.
I got on the vehicle in front. Suddenly, the sound of brakes and collisions came one after another, and the convoy of more than 20 vehicles suddenly turned into a mess.
Da da da, da da da. The clear gunfire of the AK47 assault rifle exploded again, dazzling tongues of flame suddenly spurted out from the muzzle, golden bullet shells flew everywhere, and the bullets whizzed out, towards the few people who had just jumped.
Shoot the killer who got out of the car.
Bang, one of the killers wearing a black suit and white gloves jerked his body back, and a stream of red blood mixed with white brains spattered from the back of his head, and he fell to the ground. The other killers did not.
Escaped from the same fate, the crazy bullets penetrated their chests mercilessly, knocking them to the ground one by one.
The Blue Team of the Silver Hand went out in full force this time, sending out the remaining approximately one hundred and ten killers. Although the formation was huge, facing Ye Feng who was fighting alone, he was in a terrible state. The reason was because
Ye Feng chose the right time to ambush. More than 20 vehicles were trapped on the way downhill, colliding front and back and making a mess, unable to quickly open the battle line. In addition, Ye Feng occupied the nearby commanding heights, and the remaining
The killers did not dare to attack rashly and huddled behind the cars. They could only wait for opportunities to sneak in a few cold shots from the gaps between the cars.
With a smile on his face, Ye Feng relied on the ferocious firepower of the AK47 assault rifle, sometimes firing accurately, sometimes shooting wildly, to suppress the Silver Hand's counterattacks again and again.
The chill came quietly, and among the chaotic gunfire, Ye Feng suddenly heard a slight and dull gunshot coming from the northwest.
There was a sniper. Years of being a killer had made Ye Feng's sixth sense extremely sharp. The sound of breaking wind became more and more urgent. Ye Feng, who had no time to dodge, suddenly bent his knees and at the same time, his waist quickly fell backwards.
A high-explosive armor-piercing bullet grazed Ye Feng's scalp, picking up a few broken hairs. Then the bullet whizzed past and shot into a sand dune not far away. Ye Feng lay on his back on the sand dune, motionless.
Move and let the few strands of broken hair fall on your face.
225° west by north, 500 meters away. Ye Feng was lying calmly on the sand dune, pretending to be shot and falling to the ground, but quietly observing the situation in the northwest from the corner of his eyes. In the dim twilight, Ye Feng was faintly visible
I saw several slowly crawling figures on a sand dune.
Looking around again, Ye Feng vaguely spotted a few more figures within a range of nearly a kilometer from 15° north by west to 35° north by west. These people were distributed in a fan shape, and their clothes were similar to the dark yellow desert.
They were very similar. They looked like they were desert camouflage uniforms. Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat and he screamed inwardly. He thought this might be the follow-up team of the Silver Hand, but he didn't expect it to be a reconnaissance company sent by the Parachute Infantry Regiment.
The two armies were fighting, and the sniper lurking in the dark was the most terrifying enemy. Ye Feng originally planned to pretend to be dead for the time being, and then wait until the sniper got up and moved, and then quickly launched a counterattack. However, the reconnaissance company was still lurking steadily.
Five hundred meters away, the encirclement did not shrink at all because Ye Feng was "shot and fell to the ground".
However, the more than a hundred killers of the Silver Hand who were a hundred meters away to the north did not take the opportunity to pounce. Although they were ready to move, they quickly opened up their front line and surrounded the sand dune where Ye Feng was in a semicircle, but
However, their advance was extremely slow. Perhaps it was because they did not know the reason for Ye Feng's sudden ceasefire, and the place where Ye Feng lay was a blind spot for shooting, and they could not launch long-distance attacks from bottom to top. In all these situations,
This left them hesitant. It was not clear whether Ye Feng fell to the ground because he was hit by a stray bullet, or whether he was deliberately luring them out of the bunker so that he could shoot them from a high position.
However, judging from the current situation, the Reconnaissance Company seems to have no intention of joining forces with the Silver Hand. Moreover, the two sides are still fighting independently and do not exchange information with each other.
The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows. The biggest threat facing Ye Feng now is the sniper of the reconnaissance company five hundred meters away. The sniper hidden in the northwest is still lurking, but he is lying on the sand dune and pretending to be dead.
However, Ye Feng cannot move. If he keeps pretending like this, when the Silver Hand approaches the sand dune, Ye Feng will have no way to escape.
The afterglow of the setting sun painted the desert with a layer of red, and the scorching heat slowly dissipated, replaced by the slowly opening dim sky. The entire desert gradually dimmed, looking more desolate and tragic.
Ye Feng slowly moved his body to the east, moving a few centimeters, then a few centimeters. The soft yellow sand began to flow downwards as the body moved. Then, the body began to slide down the sand dune involuntarily,
Ye Feng was so happy that he quickly turned over and rolled to the east side of the sand dune like lightning.
Having successfully avoided the sniper from the northwest, Ye Feng felt very relieved. What Ye Feng had to do now was to repel the Silver Hand that surrounded him from the north, go all the way around the two sand dunes to the west, and find the one that was hidden in advance.
Camels behind the sand dunes, and then rode camels to bypass the reconnaissance company's encirclement from the southwest.
The surroundings fell into temporary silence again, and Ye Feng seemed to be able to hear the rustle of the yellow sand in the evening wind. The setting sun, desert, corpses, blood, and dim dusk formed a desolate and beautiful scene.
Picture scroll.
This kind of beauty represents death.
A faint smile appeared on Ye Feng's lips, leaning against the sand dune, he calmly adjusted his breath.
The footsteps on the north side gradually approached, and they were already less than fifty meters away from the sand dune. Ye Feng took out a magazine from his bag and replaced the magazine that was about to run out of bullets.
Snap, Ye Feng pulled the handle of the machine and loaded the bullet lightly. Then he jumped up and flew forward against the sand dune. The AK47 assault rifle with both hands also opened fire.
Ta-ta-ta-ta, a beautiful three-shot burst, the heads of the three killers exploded immediately, and blood splashed like rain and mist. But Ye Feng had no time to appreciate it at this time, and while firing, he quickly rolled to the side
Go and move quickly to the west along the edge of the dune.
There was loud gunfire, and a large group of killers wearing white gloves fired wildly at the sand dunes. Countless bullets whizzed past Ye Feng, splashing bright sparks on the sand dunes.
When you meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. In this kind of encounter, if you want to suppress the opponent, the most critical factor is whether the firepower is strong.
Ye Feng stepped on butterfly steps and moved quickly to the west like a ghost. The AK47 assault rifle in his hand fired wildly at the swarming killers. The long tongue of flame hung from the muzzle, like a ghostly will-o'-the-wisp in hell.
Flowers were splashing everywhere, and the desert, stained red with blood, looked extremely ferocious and terrifying under the sunset.
The AK47 assault rifle once again burst out with powerful power. In less than half a minute, more than a dozen killers fell in a pool of blood.
Faintly, another dull gunshot sounded from the northwest. The smile on Ye Feng's face became even stronger. He bent his waist and quickly rolled on the ground several times, dodging the high shots fired by the sniper very calmly.
Explosive armor-piercing bullets. At the same time, the AK47 assault rifle in Ye Feng's hand did not stop. The bullets roared and shot out in clusters.
Da da da, da da da, the AK47 assault rifle sprayed wildly. The huge recoil violently hit Ye Feng's arm. But Ye Feng always had a faint smile on his face, smoke billowed, and blood splashed everywhere.
A breath of death slowly spread in the vast desert.
232c24, 252c262c'... Ye Feng silently counted the bullets fired in his heart. The magazine capacity of the AK47 assault rifle is 30 bullets. So far, one bullet has been fired from the magazine.
Click, click, two more bullets were fired, and then, with a soft click, the last bullet in the magazine was automatically loaded. At this flash of lightning, Ye Feng bent his knees and rolled to the side and forward, holding the gun in his right hand.
He took out a magazine from the bag with his left hand, and then pushed the new magazine into the magazine slot on the gun. The empty magazine came loose. Ye Feng held the new magazine in his hand and squeezed forward, and the empty magazine fell on the
Then the new magazine was installed.
Rolling and standing up, Ye Feng's smile became even brighter. He raised his AK47 assault rifle with both hands and aimed it at a killer who was hiding in the distance and was preparing for a cold shot.
Bang, the 30th bullet stored in the barrel of the gun was fired. Immediately, a flower of blood bloomed quietly, and the killer immediately fell to the ground with a headshot. At this moment, a soft click came from the barrel of the gun.
, the bullets in the new magazine were automatically loaded. The firepower of the AK47 assault rifle did not pause at all, and continued to fire.
On the battlefield where the bayonet is red, life and death are but a short moment. A slight miss of one or two seconds can determine a person's life or death.
For all kinds of firearms, no matter how powerful their firepower is or how accurate their shooting accuracy is, they all have a fatal weakness that is always difficult to get rid of, and that is the capacity of the magazine. Magazines can be large or small, ranging from a few rounds to
Dozens of rounds, or even hundreds of rounds, but there is always a limit. When the bullets in the magazine are exhausted, remove the empty magazine and replace it with a new magazine, whether it is a new soldier who has just touched a gun or a veteran soldier.
Veterans always need a process. This three to four seconds of magazine change time has become the most dangerous moment for a gunman. At this moment, although the gunman holds the weapon in his hand, there is no bullet in the gun.
Against the enemy, such weapons are like scrap metal, completely useless.
Ye Feng's trick of changing the magazine with one hand was like magic, with almost no pause. The AK47 assault rifle in his hand maintained continuous firepower.
Changing the magazine with one hand may sound simple, but in fact, this process is very complicated. It requires the gun owner to be familiar with the gun in his hand, and he also needs to be able to skillfully grasp the last bullet and eject it from the magazine.
The moment it automatically cocks the gun.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng had crossed a sand dune to the west. The sand dune not far ahead was where the camels were hiding. Ye Feng stopped and walked, constantly changing his body shape, but the AK47 assault rifle in his hand
There was no pause at all, just shooting wildly.
Da da da, da da da. The golden bullet casings jumped out one after another with the crisp sound of the gun. The bullets whizzed out, making streaks of fireworks in the dim dusk, cold and ruthless.
It shoots into the enemy's body and rains blood all over the sky.
Ye Feng's strength also aroused the fighting spirit of the Silver Hand. Even though his companions fell one after another, the killers still rushed towards Ye Feng crazily. At this moment, both sides were already red-eyed.
Let's see who can continue to be crazy and persist until the other party retreats.
Rolling, getting up, crossing forward... Ye Feng changed his figure like a ghost, dodging the bullets that rained down. At the same time, Ye Feng was also fighting back violently, the AK47 assault rifle in his hand spitting out tongues of flames.
, shooting wildly.
One magazine, two magazines, three magazines, Ye Feng kept changing the magazines, the AK47 assault rifle continued to fire, suppressing the opponent's counterattack, and quickly moved towards the sand dunes on the west side.
Amidst the harsh gunfire of the AK47 assault rifle, one killer after another fell into a pool of blood, and Ye Feng gradually approached his destination.
The sand dunes were in front of him. Ye Feng took out the last magazine from his bag with his left hand, replaced it with lightning speed, then held the gun with both hands and started shooting in a fan shape. The powerful firepower of the AK47 assault rifle fully burst out, and the muzzle flashed.
The light of the fire seemed to compete with the gorgeous sunset, illuminating the whole world.
Blood splattered everywhere, and screams could not be heard. Half of the killers had already fallen into a pool of blood. The remaining forty or fifty killers could no longer resist Ye Feng's madness. They ran away with their heads in their hands, huddled behind the car and never dared again.
Outcrop.
Finally, after a gunshot, the desert fell silent again.
When the smoke cleared, the desert was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.
After the battle, Ye Feng's mood was extremely calm, with a faint smile always hanging on his face. Looking at the gradually dimming sky, Ye Feng threw away the AK47 assault rifle that had been exhausted of bullets, turned around and dodged behind the sand dunes.
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