Yu Yang turned his head and glanced at the position behind him, feeling extremely nostalgic, but he could no longer see any traces clearly. Through the thick black fog, Yu Yang saw John, Robert, and Du Lun.
Kyle.
Slowly turning his head, Yu Yang took out a grenade again, pulled the fuse away with some effort, and threw it casually in front of him. Under normal conditions, Yu Yang could throw it about thirty meters away.
But now it can only be thrown five or six meters away, because the grenade has been rolling on the ground for a while. Otherwise, it may not even be three meters away.
Throwing out the grenade, Yu Yang took out an analgesic from his clothes, raised his arm, rolled up his sleeves, found a random position and stuck it in, and then used all his strength,
Inject all the analgesics into your body.
There were many Somali militiamen behind Yu Yang. Yu Yang didn't know exactly how many there were, but he knew there must be a lot. Noisy footsteps and various shouts could be heard from behind.
The dark night gave the black people a natural barrier. Yu Yang poked his head out of the bunker. He couldn't tell where the black people were. He randomly fired two shots at places where there might be black people. The screams came out, and Yu Yang
Yang didn't expect that he could hit the black man by shooting randomly, but his position was also exposed.
The bullets instantly hit the locations around Yu Yang. Dozens of bullets hit the bunkers around Yu Yang almost instantly. Yu Yang saw gunfire coming from more than a dozen dark locations in an instant.
Suppressing fire at the place where there were people in his memory. Different from the precise shooting before, Yu Yang now didn't have much strength to aim at all. He could only reluctantly turn the gun and shoot. As for whether he could hit the Somali militiamen,
Yu Yang can only wait and see what God will do.
The bunker was on the edge of the road, and there might be enemies on three sides. After Yu Yang threw out a grenade again, he put away the magazine on the ground, gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground. His left leg was completely
He lost his intuition and dragged himself feebly on the ground, struggling step by step towards a room next to him.
As he walked, coughing, coughing, and vomiting blood, Yu Yang felt that his vision was getting blurry, and the objects in front of him began to have double images. His head was very heavy, and his body was also very heavy. Every step he took was heavy.
A big burden.
In half a minute and thirty seconds, Yu Yang walked less than ten meters from the bunker to the house. For thirty seconds, Yu Yang did nothing except feebly throwing grenades around him, but
He only walked ten meters and just walked into the house. After entering the room, Yu Yang wanted to step over a step and fell to the ground in an instant.
Physical fatigue and the sequelae caused by excessive blood loss. After Yu Yang finally came to the end, he only felt that his vision went dark. Now he really wanted to take a nap, sleep comfortably, close his eyes, and don't have to face the outside of the house.
Thousands of Somali militiamen do not have to endure their own pain. Yu Yang only needs to close his eyes to end all this pain.
Yu Yang heard someone say to him again: "Yu Yang, you are tired, you need to rest, Yu Yang, rest!" The voice was very kind, very kind, just like the summer when he was a child, when mosquitoes were flying everywhere, he lay down
Inside the mosquito net, the mother's words as she fanned herself with a cattail fan, "Yu Yang, go to sleep quickly," were full of temptation. Yu Yang's eyes closed slowly, bit by bit, and his eyes closed bit by bit.
The beginning of the point is closed.
The weapon in his hand seemed to be loosened. Yu Yang liked this feeling very much. His mother's arms were warm, and Yu Yang was very nostalgic. If possible, Yu Yang hoped that time could stay and stay forever.
At that moment, I lay in my mother's arms forever.
Just when Yu Yang was about to close his eyes, another voice rang: "Yu Yang, you can't sleep. If you sleep, you will never get up again. You can't sleep. Cheer up, cheer up quickly!"
The voice was urgent and stern. Yu Yang turned his ears and listened carefully. It seemed to be his father's voice. It seemed that every time he made a mistake, his father would severely punish him. It was this voice.
"You can't sleep. If you sleep, you will never wake up again. You are a soldier, you have to fight, and you need to continue fighting now!" The voice was very serious, and he seemed to be his former instructor, standing in front of him,
Squirt on yourself.
"Did I make a mistake again? Am I going to be punished for running laps again?" Yu Yang said to himself. He saw his company commander, his platoon leader, and his squad leader!
"Yu Yang, we are scouts. What are scouts? We rush to the forefront of the battlefield. We are the sharp knives and eyes of the army. Yu Yang, let me ask you, if you are surrounded by the enemy and cannot break out, what should you do?
What to do!" The squad leader's voice rang in Yu Yang's ears.
With a conditioned reflex, he wanted to roar loudly and answer his squad leader: "I will fight until the last moment, until I die!"
"Fight to the last moment!" Such words suddenly appeared in Yu Yang's mind. Yu Yang's eyes that were about to close suddenly opened their eyes. All the hallucinations in Yu Yang's mind disappeared. Mother, father
The company commander, platoon commander, and squad leader all disappeared. There was only a dilapidated room in front of them, and the sound of gunshots and footsteps coming closer and closer continued to be heard from behind.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Yu Yang simply rolled on the ground, turned his body around, facing the door, staring at the ground with his right leg, and slowly stepped back step by step.
Three black men walked to the door, heard noises inside the house, and wanted to enter the room to search.
Yu Yang saw three people, pulled the trigger, and shot out thirty bullets in one go. All thirty bullets hit the black people at the door. The three black people were densely beaten into sieves.
He looked at the watch on his hand and counted down. There was still one minute and forty seconds left. Twenty seconds had just passed and there were still five long twenty seconds that Yu Yang needed to spend.
One minute and thirty seconds, two black men walked to the door of the room. One of them stuck his head out, took a look, and was shot to death by Yu Yang. The other black man was killed by a grenade thrown by Yu Yang. At this point, Yu Yang
All the grenades were thrown out, and now Yu Yang only had seven magazines, one smoke grenade, and two flash grenades left.
Outside the house, Yu Yang, the Somali militiaman, didn't know, but there were at least hundreds of them, maybe more, maybe...
