In the dark virgin forest, a sniper wearing a red camouflage uniform moved quickly among the trees.
Passing through the criss-crossing vines, the sniper stopped under a towering tree. A big hand painted with red and black camouflage paint stretched out and wiped a cheek that was also painted with red and black camouflage paint.
, sweat mixed in the oil paint, making an already gloomy face even darker.
The sniper looked at the military watch on his wrist. It was already half past eleven. The sniper took a breath, nodded and said to the miniature microphone on his collar, "Attention, all units, we don't have much time left."
, immediately adopt a two-person team attack mode, quickly move to the hill, regain control of the commanding heights around the hill, and then cooperate with the 1st and 2nd companies to end the battle before dark!"
Snap, the sniper carefully checked the FRF2 sniper rifle in his hand, pulled the bolt and loaded it, and then stood up. Just as he was about to take a step forward, the sniper suddenly noticed a smiling face looking at him on the tree trunk above his head.
The smile is pure and natural, like a carefree child.
However, this sunny smile was so short-lived, just like the lightning in the clouds or the thunder in the sky, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The sniper was very surprised. He hurriedly raised his head and looked towards the tree crown. He saw that the surroundings were quiet and there was no sound at all. The sniper was very puzzled. He thought he had just been blinded and couldn't help blinking.
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When the sniper opened his eyes again, he saw that face again, a smiling face, and the smile was even brighter than before.
Warm blood slowly flowed on the silver-white blade, and then gently slipped from the sharp edge and dripped on the ground, making a ticking sound.
"You are more powerful than I thought. You, you, you are the real... ghost... spirit..." The sniper used all his strength to slowly utter a sentence, and then fell to the ground.
The battle must be ended before dark. It seems that the four French warships docked in the waters near Cutthroat Island are here to pick up these paratroopers and return them to their base in Corsica. Ye Feng looked at the corpses on the ground.
I thought carefully about what the sniper had just said. If the battle had not ended before dark, would the four French warships have been waiting for these paratroopers on the high seas?
A rustling sound interrupted Ye Feng's thoughts. Ye Feng hooked his legs around the tree trunk and swayed slightly, and his body immediately rolled up the tree trunk.
More than thirty snipers came out of their hiding places one after another, either in groups of three or five, or in pairs, using the cover of trees to move little by little toward the hill.
The mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole stalks behind. These so-called ghost snipers of the 4th Paratrooper Company did not expect that the tactics of sneaking and raiding behind enemy lines that they had always used were actually used vividly by the enemy on themselves.
Ye Feng slid down the tree silently and walked around behind the thirty or so snipers.
Concentrating his energy and concentration, Ye Feng's mind quickly entered a state of calmness. His steps were gentle and calm, and he was on the same frequency as the sniper walking at the rear.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...
The sniper at the rear was getting closer and closer, and one could even clearly see the strands of red cloth strips on the camouflage suit he was wearing.
Dodge, jump up, and take action.
The paratrooper's knife in Ye Feng's right hand had quietly penetrated behind the sniper's ear, and blood was slowly rolling on the blade. Then, Ye Feng dodged, and another paratrooper's knife was shot out.
The sniper on the front left suddenly had a knife hilt on the back of his head. He was trembling, and his eyes were already highlighted due to the unexpected severe pain. A face covered with camouflage paint was twisted into a very strange expression, and then slowly
Collapsed to the ground.
As for the sniper whose brain was pierced from behind the ear by the paratrooper's knife, at this moment, his body was still twitching slightly under the paratrooper's knife, and intermittently indistinct whining sounds came from his throat.
Suddenly, the FRF2 sniper rifle in the sniper's hand fell to the ground, making a moderate noise. The snipers marching slowly in front suddenly became alert and looked behind them.
The smile on Ye Feng's face was still there. He pulled out his paratrooper's knife with a swipe, then raised his hand and stabbed a sniper who had just turned around to the ground. At the same time, Ye Feng's left hand quickly picked up the AK47 assault rifle.
The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the snipers who paused and looked back.
Da da da, da da da. Ye Feng held the AK47 assault rifle flat with one hand and frantically pulled the trigger at the sniper in front. The golden shells popped out of the gun chamber one after another, flying in the air.
A series of golden arcs were drawn, and the bullet shells fell to the ground like raindrops, making a crisp sound.
The flickering flames at the muzzle illuminated Ye Feng's face, with a calm expression and a calm smile, as if what he was doing was not a killing, but more like a carefully prepared grand music party.
Blood splattered everywhere and smoke filled the air. The violent impact of the AK47 assault rifle was perfectly reflected. The bullets roared through the chests of the snipers, beating their bodies backwards.
Da da da, da da da. The smile on Ye Feng's face became thicker. He walked forward step by step with a calm and steady pace. His left hand was pulling the trigger crazily, and his right hand was changing the trigger accurately and quickly.
The magazine fired wildly all the way without any hesitation or pause.
A close confrontation between a sniper and a machine gunner basically means that the sniper has reached the end of his life, not to mention that now that he is unexpectedly attacked from behind, those snipers have no power to fight back.
As the last sniper fell, silence returned to the primeval forest again.
Before breaking through the blockade of the 4th Paratrooper Company, more than 30 snipers were killed. At this time, more than 30 snipers were killed in the virgin forest, plus the 23 snipers killed before the fire.
The 4th company of snipers and paratroopers has lost half of its strength.
Ye Feng picked up the paratrooper knives worn by the snipers one by one, and then replaced the new magazine for the AK47 assault rifle in his hand. Everything was so calm and calm. Ye Feng's mood was not affected by the fierce battle just now.
And there was no trace of panic.
Because Ye Feng understands that he is not fighting alone now, and there are many good friends who are concerned about his safety. Similarly, in Ye Feng's heart, the people who are most concerned about him now are the people in the primeval forest on the east side.
Friends, for the safety of his friends, Ye Feng needs to get rid of these snipers as soon as possible.
Ye Feng looked at his watch and saw that the time had already reached twelve o'clock. Although there were still five or six hours left before the scheduled evacuation time of the Parachute Regiment, as time went by, in order for them to evacuate Cutthroat Island by boat on time, they would have to do whatever they needed to do.
They will concentrate their forces to launch a fierce attack.
The charge begins.
Ye Feng rushed out of the virgin forest on the west side and charged towards the hill again.
Bang, a dull sniper gunshot sounded.
The high-explosive armor-piercing projectile hit a rock next to Ye Feng. The blood-red rock exploded immediately, and stone fragments flew into the sky like a rain of blood.
Immediately afterwards, there was another gunshot, and a high-explosive armor-piercing projectile roared in, brushed past Ye Feng's figure, and hit a small tree as thick as a bowl. It immediately broke the small tree in the middle and broke the branches.
Leaves scattered all over the ground.
The 4th Paratrooper Company has changed its tactics. It no longer pursues the sniper motto of one shot one kill (one shot, one life). Instead, it adopts a two-person team, one person is the main shooter, and the other person observes and supplements the fire.
Ye Feng immediately accelerated his speed, and his z-shaped trajectory immediately became more twisted and weird.
Bang bang bang, a dozen dull sniper gunshots sounded almost at the same time, and more than a dozen high-explosive armor-piercing projectiles roared from the left and right sides, as if they were like a dragnet laid by a hunter in the wilderness, hoping to trap the prey.
Die in the net.
Ye Feng's body moves almost like a ghost. Sometimes he rolls, sometimes he leaps in the air, sometimes he bends his knees and slides... There were many times when he was just a little bit short, just a tiny bit of distance, which made Ye Feng lucky.
And barely escaped the surprise attack of stray bullets.
If more snipers join the ranks of casting nets, Ye Feng's life will be even more difficult. Making a prompt decision, Ye Feng also quickly changed his tactics. He no longer focused on shooting targets on the hills, but instead looked for targets.
Take every opportunity to kill the snipers hiding in the dark.
With feet like cast iron, body as straight as a board, and tilted like a bridge, Ye Feng suddenly stamped his feet, nailing his feet firmly to the ground, quickly stopped his forward thrust, then twisted his waist, and his body suddenly leaned back towards the sky.
, a beautiful iron bridge that escaped a high-explosive armor-piercing projectile coming from the left.
High-explosive armor-piercing bullets whizzed past, and Ye Feng could even feel the scorching heat brought on by the bullets as they flew over his head. Then, the bullets hit a rock, sending red stone chips flying all over the sky.
After dodging the bullet, Ye Feng's knees quickly twisted to the left, and his body that was still in a receding state suddenly turned to the left, and the AK47 assault rifle in his hand immediately fired.
Bang, the 762mm AK47 assault rifle bullet, following the trajectory of the arm, drew a beautiful golden arc in the air, and with a shrill scream, a sniper suddenly flew away.
Blood splashed, mixed with milky white brains, and flew into the air together with the skull fragments shattered by the bullets. The blood mist was floating, looking extremely weird and terrifying in the bright sunshine.
The body lifted up little by little, but the feet nailed to the ground remained as steady as a rock. As the body rotated 360 degrees, the AK47 assault rifle roared crazily, and bullets flew like raindrops towards the sniper who had just fired.
One shot one kill (one shot, one life), the mission that the snipers of the 4th paratrooper company have not completed, was once again demonstrated almost perfectly by Ye Feng. As the body straightened up, the bullets in the magazine of the AK47 assault rifle had been fired.
Screams came one after another from both sides.
Shoot, step, duck, roll, and dodge.
When Ye Feng stood up again, a new magazine had been replaced in the AK47 assault rifle, and the bullets roared and shot out in clusters.
The brave will win when they meet on a narrow road. In this kind of close encounter, if you want to suppress the opponent, the most critical factor is whether the firepower is strong.
Da da da, da da da. Ye Feng stepped on zigzag steps, moving around in the open space at the foot of the mountain like a ghost. The AK47 assault rifle in his hand fired wildly at the sniper who had exposed his target.
The tongue of fire hangs from the muzzle of the gun, like a ghostly will-o'-the-wisp in hell, coldly and mercilessly devouring one life after another.
Faced with Ye Feng's madness, those snipers who were accustomed to hiding in the dark and firing cold shots also became red-eyed. They no longer deliberately searched for Ye Feng's movement track and kept pulling the triggers, hoping to rely on their numbers to increase the number of people.
With the absolute advantage, he shot and killed this powerful enemy randomly.
Roll, get up, cross forward...
Ye Feng kept changing his body shape, using almost twisted and deformed postures to avoid the bullets that were pouring down like raindrops. At the same time, Ye Feng was also fighting back violently, the AK47 assault rifle in his hand spraying flames like crazy.
Shooting on the ground.
Thirty, forty, fifty, sixty...
Screams kept coming, there were more and more corpses on the ground, and the snipers' counterattacks gradually weakened a lot, but Ye Feng did not stop his crazy actions, and the AK47 assault rifle in his hand was still roaring and roaring.
Click, click, click, each golden bullet case leaped out with the crisp sound of the gun. The bullets whizzed out, with angry flames, coldly and ruthlessly shot into the enemy's chest.
The body burst into rain of blood.
After a scream, Ye Feng jumped to the foot of the mountain and hid behind a huge rock.
The area around the hill fell into silence again, a deathly silence.
Blood-red rocks, blood-red land, secluded primeval forests, and countless corpses intertwined under the sun, forming a tragic and beautiful picture.