A crisp gunshot mixed with thirty deafening "chug" flames was actually inconspicuous at all, but the machine gunner who had just pulled the trigger and was having fun fell to the ground without any warning proved it.
Shooting against a mysterious gunman is an extremely stupid act.
Although the heavy machine gun is good, I am still afraid of being knocked down by one shot!
"Substitute me and continue the fight." Bloodshot eyes began to appear in Huang Qinghe's eyes, and his blood pressure was obviously rising.
It's too much, it's too much. A heavy machine gun that can shoot hundreds of bullets a minute can't beat a man with a rifle.
Unfortunately, the too crude temporary heavy machine gun position has almost no protection for the machine gun shooter who has his entire upper body exposed. This is different from hiding under a natural cave and using a few large rocks as a bunker. Only the entire exposed area of the gun body is no more than the size of a bowl.
For Mo Xiaomao, it was destined from birth that the two sides were not on the same starting line.
What's more, Mo Mao Mao also has a 6x scope. The bandit's large yellow-orange teeth are clearly visible in Mo Mao Mao's field of vision. The gap in equipment can only be described as crushing.
The second bandit who bravely pounced on him didn't even have time to pull the trigger. Just like his predecessor, he was dead. At a distance of 500 feet, Mo Xiaomao's chance of a headshot increased to 100.
More than ninety points.
No more bandits will stupidly pounce on the big killer machine gun. They are not killing people at all, but killing themselves. If you want to hurt others, hurt yourself first. If there is a Master Jin in this era, they will definitely do it.
I know the crazy magic routine of "Seven Injury Fist", this is almost the same as that.
Even if the leader stares at them with big bloodshot eyes, no one will go. Everyone on the left and right is a dead man. Do you have the ability to lead you? The bandits who have always been dead Taoist friends, immortal and poor Taoist ideas are the most important. The gangsters who have appeared are not willing to let Huang.
There was nothing Qinghe could do.
Fortunately, I have many people. I will see how you can fight with me with a gun. If you are able, you can transform into a machine gun and kill them all. I will obey you. Huang Qinghe continued to glare at the other side with his big, bloodshot eyes.
The next moment, Huang Qinghe's ferocious look was frozen in his pupils, including the bloodshot threads that were still trying to expand.
If there was a camera at this moment, this photo with the theme of "The Confusion of Bandits" would definitely win the gold medal in the global photography competition.
The frozen ferociousness was mixed with the confusion and panic that surged up, and the emotions in Huang Qinghe's eyes were very rich.
If there is a regret medicine in the world, Huang Qinghe's wish must be: give me 10,000 pills.
"Ta da... da da da..." The sound of the Czech-made light machine gun was crisp and rhythmic.
Two, three, long and short bursts are the rhythm that Chen Yunfa is most accustomed to. The capacity of the 20-round magazine of the Czech light machine gun does not allow the shooter to hold the trigger and the bullet will not stop. Seriously, the directors of the drama have always used the magazine
As an energy block.
As an excellent squad fire support level machine gun, the Czech light machine gun has always been aimed at people. A 20-round magazine is enough for an excellent machine gunner to knock down seven or eight enemies who dare to charge towards their own position.
What's more, what about the gang of bandits who have received little military training and are just a ragtag group of bandits?
Chen Yunfa, who was condescending, emptied his magazine and knocked down more than half of the 20-odd bandits who were running the fastest. The remaining dozens of bandits who were still struggling to climb the mountain were all blown up. In front of the machine gun,
What are the branches of the bush? What are the leeches and poisonous snakes in the jungle? They all burrowed in desperately, and the originally peaceful bush trembled collectively. From a distance, it looked like a group of dogs being chased by hounds.
The rabbit came out of the hole and crawled into the grass, which was a spectacular sight.
Without bothering to appreciate the ability of his subordinates to escape, Huang Qinghe just groaned in pain: "You idiot, he really has a machine gun."
"Hey, what's up, Mao Mao, how many of them did you kill after a long fight? Did you see that as soon as I stepped out, I laid down a dozen of them." Chen Yunfa grinned and showed off to Mo Mao Mao.
Although Chen Yunfa didn't care about that gang of gangsters, the key point was that he had to show off to Mo Mao Mao, who had been playing tricks for a long time.
"Hey, Brother Chen, you are quite capable. One guy knocked down a dozen of them. But what if you scare them away?" Mo Mao Mao sighed slightly.
"No way! There are hundreds of them, and they can only make so little money?" Chen Yunfa was slightly stunned.
Although he said this, he still felt a little bad in his heart. If these bandits really wanted to run back, let alone the light machine guns, even Chen Yunfa carrying the machine gun in the regiment would be useless.
Don't tell me, Huang Qinghe really has this idea.
At this moment, he finally figured out where the enemy on the opposite side came from. Except for the regular army, no, to be exact, except for the regular army from the Central Army, he really couldn't explain the appearance of such a powerful enemy there, but it was just a shot.
A rifle and a light machine gun dared to attack him and his 400 subordinates.
The sad thing is that not only did they attack him, but they also hurt him a lot, and he couldn't do anything about them. If he had a cannon, he could have used a cannon to hit his mother, but unfortunately, he didn't.
Originally, the only solution was to rush up without risking his life. Even if he couldn't kill him, he had to drive away this gangrene that possessed the bones. Then he and his large army could rush to Black Dragon Mountain and leave this damned place.
place.
However, he still has a light machine gun that can take lives. Even if he wanted to, the gang would have to be willing to do it! He looked at his subordinates who were hiding so hard that they didn't even know where they were hiding.
Huang Qinghe felt so aggrieved that he wanted to vomit blood.
Apart from feeling aggrieved, Huang Qinghe was actually more scared. If a regular army with just a few men was so powerful, how ruthless would 400 men be? Can 1,800 of his subordinates really defeat such a ruthless army?
Guys? Huang Qinghe, who was originally full of confidence, had a big question mark in his heart for the first time.
In fact, what frightened Huang Qinghe more was not the fight with those 400 people, but what was the purpose of these guys going to all the trouble to hide on the ridge a few hundred feet away and shoot them coldly?
If we say that sending such elite soldiers is just to use cold shots along the way to consume Huang Qinghe's strength, Huang Qinghe feels that the other side's commander can completely associate with his bunch of idiots.
They are all hiding in the forest, and the other party will naturally not shoot without a target. This is human nature, but if he moves and his whereabouts are revealed, the mysterious gunman will ruthlessly take away people's lives. Although
There was no purpose, the dead bandits were just minions, but that's what makes it scary.
No one wants to follow the fate of those unlucky guys, including himself, even if he knows that he can only kill a few among hundreds of people, and the one percent chance is compared to them who only have one life.
, suddenly became so scary.
If you don't want to be the unlucky guy, the only way now is to wait until dark and sneak away from the mountains and forests quietly. No matter how sharp a gunman you are, it's useless if you can't see it. But when it gets dark, the day lilies on the Heilong Mountain side are all gone.
It's cold.
Yes, to restrain, to restrain himself from allowing hundreds of people to assist the Black Dragon Mountain, Huang Qinghe finally figured out the purpose of the mysterious gunman with a sudden flash of light in his mind.