Compared with the American soldiers who were aggrieved by being suppressed by a sniper rifle all day long, Huang Qinghe perfectly solved the problem with the five-character idiom "We don't care about our lives."
When people are dying, what else is there to fear in this world?
Although Huang Qinghe doesn't care about other people's lives.
Huang Qinghe, who had put on the same coarse cotton clothes and straw sandals as ordinary bandits before going down the mountain, was much more willing to sacrifice his life than his three brothers. That was why Mo Mao Mao spent a long time looking at the bandit team with a scope and couldn't find it.
The main reason for finding the bandit leader.
However, people are afraid of death after all. Just because the leaders don't cherish your life, it doesn't mean that the bandits really don't cherish their own lives. What qualifications do people who don't even love themselves have to talk about loving others? Especially
Do you still want to love the leader who forces you to embark on an unknown journey with a shell gun? Who knows, under the muzzle of that damn gunman who knows where to go, will the next moment be green mountains and green waters or fall into an abyss?
After Mo Mao Mao’s second sniper attack, five gunshots, and the five gangsters wailing and fluttering like roosters with their necks cut in the forest, Mo Mao Mao only fired one shot after running for several miles.
First, one person ran straight into the forest, then ten, then a hundred, and finally everyone, they all found a place to hide and hid.
Including Jiang Qinghe himself, when most of the bandits disobeyed orders and chose to hide, he also found a stone nearby to cover his body. If he didn't hide, he might be the one next moment. The fewer people there were, the more likely he would be.
The greater the chance of being hit by the gunman, Huang Qinghe felt like a mirror.
As for wanting to use a gun to threaten his subordinates and continue running forward at all costs, Huang Qinghe didn't even put his hand on the handle of the rifle.
The moment the bandits hid, at least a hundred pairs of eyes glanced at him, and many of the bandits were hiding not only to guard against the gunmen on the side, but even... they also guarded against the gunmen behind them.
A certain leader who likes to draw a gun and make his subordinates obey orders.
Huang Qinghe knew that if he still wanted to use a gun to force them to run away like before, I'm afraid at least dozens of rifles would be aimed at him first.
Rabbits will bite when they get angry, let alone bandits who kill people at the slightest disagreement?
"Hehe, you are still afraid of death! By the way, just keep me here and don't move, lest I get tired from jumping up and down with you." Chen Yunfa looked at the bandits 500 feet away and finally couldn't hold on to hide.
He stopped moving in the forest and smiled with his mouth wide open.
A good bandit is a bandit who doesn't bother. It's not easy for bandits to run on mountain roads. He and Mo Xiaomao were even more tired going up and down a mountain ridge covered with dense bushes and there were no roads. Chen Yunfa, who was carrying more than 40 kilograms of weight on his whole body, finally made it.
I can't stand it anymore.
As for the consideration of whether the bandits would give up the mountain road and head over the mountains towards Heilong Mountain, not to mention Chen Yunfa thought it was impossible, even Huang Qinghe who wanted to reach the destination as soon as possible had never thought about it.
Anyone who has climbed a mountain knows that if there is a road for you to walk, you can walk until your back hurts and you feel that there is no future in life. If there is no road, you have to do what the famous saying says: follow your own path and let others tell you.
!Then it’s very likely that you won’t have to walk from now on.
The dense bushes are at best made up of various tree branches, making you look like a beggar, but what is scary is the mountain leeches and various poisonous insects hiding in them. If those things bite you
When you take one sip, it will really make you want to die, which is completely opposite to the feeling of smoking a large amount of tobacco.
In the mountains in early autumn, all kinds of wild fruits are about to ripen. The rich gifts of nature make all kinds of wild animals eat crazily during this period to get fat and fat to survive the cold winter for several months. If you rush into the dense forest rashly, you will be shocked.
Raising a nest of plump pheasants and rabbits can be an unexpected joy, but if you provoke those long worms that are coiled on the branches and hidden under the fallen leaves and are getting fatter, you will really have no time to cry.
Although the skinned snakes are fat and tender and can be made into mouth-watering snake soup, when they were alive, it did not mean that anyone in the mountains could regard them as eels, which are also long creatures. The bamboo leaves are green and golden.
Ring, silver ring... Every kind of venomous snake abundant in the Qinling Mountains can make people die at the third watch and never stay until the fifth watch.
Not everyone was as well-prepared as Mo Mao Mao and Chen Yunfa when they entered the mountains. They were tightly wrapped in camouflage uniforms, and their high-top "anti-Japanese boots" were also tightly tied with leggings.
The realgar powder all over his body was so smoky that he could hardly open his eyes. Even so, Chen Yunfa had killed no less than twenty venomous snakes with three-edged thorns along the way, and ate several snake gallbladders alive.
No one has better eyes than Mo Xiaomao.
Mo Xiaomao can still kill enemies 600 feet away, but he can only kill those within 500 feet, and he mostly relies on good luck.
For example, now.
Because of the mountain terrain, the third sniper point was not too far away from the mountain road, only 500 feet away. As long as it moved forward more than 100 feet, it was basically within the shooting range of the old sleeve.
Obviously, Huang Qinghe, who couldn't run away but couldn't escape and couldn't bear to hide, was so angry that his teeth were almost broken, and he also discovered this.
A distance of 500 feet is naturally not a problem for a heavy machine gun with a range of up to 1,500 feet. Soon, under the cover of the dense forest, the 30-section heavy machine gun, which had found a bunker and set up a temporary machine gun position, roared, beating Mo Mao Mao.
The place where Chen Yunfa chose to hide was covered with branches and leaves, and white smoke was rising.
At least fifty bandits with guns in hand were approaching from three directions toward the spot where Mo Mao Mao had just fired.
Huang Qinghe smiled ferociously as he looked at the deadly gunman on the ridge opposite who never fired a single shot. Although he couldn't see the face of the terrifying opponent under the dense forest, Huang Qinghe could imagine that it must be pale.
That's right, the opponent's marksmanship was something Huang Qinghe had never seen before in his life. Even if he dared to think about it, he couldn't imagine that someone could shoot a headshot from 700 feet away, with red and white things flying from the back of his subordinate's head.
Even Huang Qinghe, who had more than dozens of lives under his men and killed them like chickens, felt that his whole spine was numb.
But so what? The reason why Huang Qinghe took a gun and forced his subordinates to run here with nearly ten lives was to wait for this opportunity, because the mountain road here is not more than 500 feet away from the mountain ridge on the opposite side, and there are heavy machine guns.
Covering, outflanking in three directions: no matter how good the mysterious gunman is, he can't escape from this mountain ridge.
As long as he dared to show his body, dozens of rifles that were about to enter the range of the ravine would beat him to a pulp.
No, it's best not to beat him to death. I must skin him alive. The ferocious look in Huang Qinghe's eyes almost turned into a knife, cutting Mo Xiaomao, whom he had never met until now, into strips of flesh.