The poet patted Wang Zhen's arm as a reminder, and Wang Zhen followed him with a gun in one hand. Behind him was a shovel, pointing the AKM in his hand at the building.
As soon as he entered the house, Wang Zhen saw corpses and donkeys on the ground with his hand on his left rib and grinning.
Just now, a bullet grazed under the donkey's left rib, creating a bloody groove. Blood is now pouring out, but fortunately it is not deep.
Indoor CQB is like this. The battlefield is too small, and the position of the attack is fixed. No matter how expert you are, you will inevitably be hit by bullets.
This is the disadvantage of not having enough equipment. If you wear a body armor, you will feel a little hot at most.
Golden Retriever glanced at it, and Donkey nodded, "It's not a big problem."
"Poet, follow up." Golden Retriever greeted the poet to take over the donkey's place, and the three of them headed towards the stairs to the second floor.
As the wounded, Donkey and Shovel led Wang Zhen to clean other rooms on the first floor.
The shovel searched towards the left side of the first floor, and the donkey shook his head towards Wang Zhen, "Follow me, will you open the door?"
Wang Zhen swallowed, gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!"
Donkey curled his lips and didn't comment on Wang Zhen's confidence. Instead, he reminded him coldly, "Be careful not to block my shooting range, otherwise don't blame me if you get beaten to death."
Wang Zhen nodded. Of course he had never been on the battlefield, but he had seen a lot of this kind of CQB in the city on the Internet. The moment he entered the door, it was a matter of life and death. There was no way a donkey could take care of him, let alone being injured.
Wang Zhen walked towards the bathroom and restaurant on the other side, but felt someone pulling on his shoulder.
"Follow me, rookie!" Donkey stepped over and walked in front with a gun in his hand.
Looking at the bleeding wound under the donkey's ribs, Wang Zhen whispered, "Thank you."
"Thank you, rookie, I'll wait until you survive." He posted it at the door of the restaurant. The restaurant had no door. Donkey gestured to Wang Zhen. Seeing Wang Zhen's confused face, he twitched the corner of his mouth and refrained from scolding.
come out.
He took a quick look and saw that there were no bullets coming, and immediately rushed to the other side of the door with a long stride. Then the donkey pointed at himself, then pointed at the door diagonally to the right, indicating that he would rush from this direction, and then pointed at the door diagonally to the right.
Pointing to Wang Zhen, he pointed to the door diagonally to the left. Only then did Wang Zhen understand and nodded quickly.
At this time, there was no time to say too much, and no time to worry. After making sure that there was no one in the left and right shooting areas, Donkey took a deep breath, gave Wang Zhen a look as if he was about to charge, and immediately rushed in.
Wang Zhen, who had been staring at the donkey, immediately followed suit and rushed in with a big step. The moment he pointed the gun at him, he saw a man emerging from behind the wine cabinet in the corner of the restaurant, pointing the gun at the donkey who rushed in.
Pull the trigger.
At this moment, when there was no time to think, Wang Zhen instinctively raised his right hand, pointed the gun at it, pulled the trigger with his finger, and a "bang" was fired.
Gunshots rang out behind him. Donkey rolled forward and came to the dining table. He turned around and raised his gun. He saw a man at the bar who was shot just above his ear. His body fell straight backwards and he smashed several bottles of red wine on the wine cabinet.
The corpse was carried down and smashed to the ground.
"Fake!" Donkey looked at Wang Zhen in surprise, then looked at the body, and shot him squarely in the head, killing him on the spot.
"Been a soldier?"
"without!"
"Practice?"
"Wang Zhen gasped and moved his eyes away from the corpse. He felt sweat pouring out from all parts of his body. His hands and feet were a little weak. He remained silent for a moment, "No."
The donkey curled his lips and didn't believe it at all. Could it be that I was very lucky today?
If I hadn't been shot in the ribs, I would have almost believed it.
"Let's go to the next room." If you have any questions, you can ask them after it's safe. The donkey took the lead and walked out.
Wang Zhen hurriedly followed up, took a few deep breaths, but his eyes wandered.
Isn’t it said that people will be very frightened after killing people?
Stomach cramps and vomiting.
But I had no fear, let alone vomiting. Why didn't I have any reaction other than feeling tired?
It's normal to say that I don't have any reaction to the bloody ground. After all, I have been killing fish for more than three years and I have no feeling for the smell of blood. But this is killing...it should be different from killing fish, right?
Or is what is said in the movie true? Killing fish, pigs, etc. can really cultivate the foundation of murderous intent, and at some point, it will be as if it is subconscious?
It shouldn’t be, I’m a good person!
Before I could understand it, I felt someone punched me in the chest. When I looked up, I saw the black...white face of a donkey.
Battlefield, what are you thinking about?
Donkey pointed to the door of the servant's room, then pointed to the door handle, made a twisting motion to push the door, and then pointed to Wang Zhen.
Wang Zhen nodded quickly and walked over to the wall, put his hand on the handle, and suddenly twisted and pushed hard. There was no gunshot, and no one appeared in his sight. The donkey once again rushed in with long strides, half squatting.
The muzzle of the gun was fired towards the position behind the door.
Wang Zhen followed him into the house and pointed his gun at the bathroom. Donkey turned around and pointed his gun at him. Bang, bang, he shot the glass door to pieces, but there was no one there!
Withdrawing from the room, Donkey changed a full magazine as he walked. On the other hand, the shovel also searched other rooms, but he found no one there.
At this moment, there were constant gunshots at the top of the stairs. It had been more than a minute, and the three golden retrievers were still blocked there and unable to get up.
There are no grenades, no flash bombs, no smoke bombs, no shock bombs... It is too difficult to rush to a stairwell guarded by many people with just three guns.
It is difficult to attack from the bottom up. You have to turn. The opponent is condescending and occupies a favorable terrain. It does not require good marksmanship or fast reaction speed. There are more people, more guns, more bullets, plus stray bullets that bounce off the wall...
No body armor, no helmet, it’s too difficult!
Of course, Golden Retriever is not in a hurry, there are still ways.
The golden retriever was seen sprinting, but in reality he was just stamping his feet on two steps. The gunfire continued from the second floor, and all the bullets were empty.
On the second floor, they found that the enemy had not appeared, and the gunfire stopped immediately. At this moment, the golden retriever suddenly jumped up with a big step, turned around when he landed, and shot a short burst from the AK in his hand before jumping down again, and there was another bang bang behind him.
There were gunshots and cement was splashed on the wall.
The three of them took turns testing and teasing.
Now it depends on experience, constantly testing to consume the opponent's bullets, and how to surge adrenaline in a tense environment. Veterans like them who are accustomed to the battlefield can still calmly think about saving bullets, while the drug criminals and gunmen are obviously
If you don't have this ability, not emptying the magazine once will be considered a perfect performance.
Therefore, Wang Zhen only fired one shot at that moment, and the shot was so accurate. No wonder Donkey didn't believe it. In fact, this was just Wang Zhen's instinct after years of training with air pistols.
Isn't it just one shot at a time on the field? Shooting two shots in a row is called IPSC.
Donkey took one look at the situation here and didn't go up. The staircase was so wide that more people couldn't solve the problem, so he called Wang Zhen and Shovel to go out.