Yu Zhiqian felt as if his chest had been hit hard by a hammer. He instantly felt out of breath, as if a thousand pounds of force had hit his chest. His body took two steps back uncontrollably. At the same time, The bullet grazed Yu Zhiqian's arm and flew past.
The bullets rotated violently in the air, rubbed, and brought huge heat, directly tearing Yu Zhiqian's arm and opening a bloody wound, but then it was cooked by the high temperature, and the wound rolled up like a barbecue, It emits a slight meaty aroma.
"suck!"
Yu Zhiqian fell to the ground and used his last bit of strength to hide behind a bunker. He looked at his chest and saw that a warhead had been deformed and twisted and embedded in his body armor. Although the wound on his arm was not serious, But it affects the activity of my left hand.
"You're looking down on these black people!"
Yu Zhiqian got up from the ground. He really underestimated this group of black people. Although he had been tortured and killed in various ways, the rebels who had been in Namibia for many years still had a certain fighting capacity, at least they His marksmanship is not the same as that of ordinary black people.
"I hit him, I hit him!" A black man shouted loudly, very excited. He was sure, very sure, that he hit the devil.
"Did you hit it? You three go over and take a look, I'll keep an eye on the rest of you!"
When Bowers heard that his men had shot Yu Zhiqian, he immediately issued a new order and prepared for someone to take action. However, his intuition told him that although his men had hit the target, they were not necessarily killed. Although the person was shot once, He basically lost his ability to fight, but Bowers was deeply afraid that Yu Zhiqian would drag someone into the water before he died.
Yu Zhiqian leaned against the wall, touched in the flower bed beside him, took out a new magazine, reloaded the bullet, and touched his chest. He was feeling a little better now, but he was sure that his chest There must be something wrong internally, and it's a bit out of breath.
However, the black people did not give Yu Zhiqian any more time. The three of them formed an arrow formation and were already approaching Yu Zhiqian. The distance was getting closer and closer, and the footsteps were getting louder and louder.
Taking a smoke bomb from the armed belt around his waist, Yu Zhiqian bit off the pull ring with his mouth, and then gently threw it forward with his left hand. After rolling twice on the ground, the smoke bomb landed not far away from Yu Zhiqian. Far away.
The smoke grenade bumped against the ground, making a crisp metallic collision sound. As it approached Yu Zhiqian, the three black men ran back like soldiers: "Grenade, grenade!"
Listening to the black man's exaggerated shouting, Yu Zhiqian snorted coldly. He took a look at his wound to make sure it would not affect his ability to move too much. He stood up again with his waist bent. His chest was still a little tight and there was a fishy smell on the tip of his tongue. But nothing will happen in a short time. After the battle is over, you must check it out. Who knows if there is internal bleeding.
"Pfft!"
The explosion that the black man expected did not sound. Instead, there was the unique sound of the smoke bomb. A stream of white smoke rose rapidly from the metal shell of the smoke bomb. Only then did the black militants realize that they seemed to be being tricked. .
"Damn, it's not a grenade, it's a smoke bomb. Shoot at the smoke bomb. Don't let him escape!"
After Powers saw the smoke rising, he immediately screamed anxiously. At the same time, he wanted to open his men's heads to see what was inside. Can't you tell the difference between grenades and smoke bombs?
After receiving the order, the black men immediately turned around and started firing at the smoke grenades. Several of them almost emptied the bullets within five seconds, and then began to replace the magazines. Just when their gunshots stopped, Yu Zhiqian stood up. I got mixed into the smoke and ran towards the back. I couldn't fight these black people hard and I was injured. I had to outsmart them first.
But just as Yu Zhiqian entered the smoke, gunshots rang out again behind him. Powers was seen holding an AK in his hand, placed it on his waist, and kept shooting into the smoke.
"Holy shit, are these black people's IQs on the line?" After Yu Zhiqian heard the gunfire, he immediately quickened his pace and ran towards the back. After Bowles emptied the bullet, he quickly changed the magazine and watched. His men were preparing to shoot again: "Won't you shoot separately? Shoot one by one? If the bullets are all gone, don't give him a chance to escape!"
After cursing, he emptied all the magazines that had just been changed. The other black men were so frightened by Bowles that they looked at each other and did not dare to shoot randomly. They froze in place. Bowles hit the butt of his gun directly. On the head of one of them: "I asked you to shoot, why are you standing there in a daze!"
Several black people are very aggrieved. Just now they shot themselves and scolded themselves, and now they are beating themselves up for not shooting. Should they shoot or not?
Just when the black people were at a loss, Yu Zhiqian finally went around to the area behind the factory, moved his body slightly, and through the smoke bomb range, saw several black people standing there at a loss, and put his The gun was raised and the trigger was gently pulled.
The target was less than 50 meters away, and it was a fixed target. The injury to his left hand had a great impact on Yu Zhiqian. After pulling the trigger, his fingers would shake, affecting accuracy.
The bullet flew past the black man's head. This man was Powers. Hearing the sound of breaking through the air in his ears, he immediately fell to the ground, sweating all over his body. He was almost there just now. He was almost there. Got the gods.
"Isn't he injured? He can still hit so accurately even if he is injured!" Powers was retreating in his heart at this time. That person was really terrible, whether it was combat effectiveness, adaptability, or various abilities. None of them can be dealt with by oneself.
If he hadn't had more people under his command, he might have turned into a corpse by now. Powers shuddered when he thought of Yu Zhiqian's elusive movement skills and various weird assassination methods.
"Head, I really hit him. I saw it very clearly. I shot him in the chest. I'm not going to lie to you. I saw it very clearly!" A subordinate immediately saw Powers lying down. Then lie down and explain.
"Then tell me why he was still able to shoot and almost hit me in the head. If you were shot in the chest, wouldn't you die?"
"Head, maybe, maybe, he is not just one person, maybe there are many people!"
After hearing this, Powers was stunned for a moment. Yes, there might be more than one person on the opposite side. What if there were others? He looked around and immediately felt that it was very dangerous. He quickly crawled behind the bunker: "Let's go. Retreat, retreat! Burn the factory, burn it all!"
Powers decisively issued the order to retreat. At the same time, he did not forget his mission and burned down the entire factory. A lot of prepared gasoline was placed on the vehicles inside the factory gate. He only needed to sprinkle it on the factory building later.
