"Huhu..." Zhao Ziyang, who was hiding behind a rock, gasped for air, staring intently at the Pashtuns rushing toward him halfway up the mountain, feeling powerless.

The mountains here lack trees that can effectively block people, and it is impossible to carry out any form of individual guerrilla warfare. It seems that the only way is to occupy the highest point with the help of sniper rifles and defend it as Angel said. Apart from this, there is no other effective way.

The way to escape is a dead end.

What the Pashtuns are best at is mountain warfare in this kind of terrain. Back then, they relied on such mountains and forests to defeat the invading British army, not to mention now that they have all kinds of modern weapons.

Stretching out his sniper rifle, Zhao Ziyang aimed at the Pashtun at the front and gently pulled the trigger with his right index finger.

"Bang!" The warhead broke through the air barrier and hit the hard rock with one shot.

"There! There!" The Pashtuns at the foot of the mountain shouted and shot at the rock where Zhao Ziyang's body was hidden.

"Da da da..." "Bang bang bang..."

A burst of fierce gunfire rang out, and bullets rained down, completely covering the rock. The hard rock was instantly riddled with holes, making a painful groaning sound. Sparks shot out, and stone chips flew everywhere. In an instant,

A layer was shaved off flatly.

Zhao Ziyang, who was hiding behind the rock, had no way to show his head, so he could only huddle behind the rock to avoid the rain of bullets. He touched the AK rifle behind him, then touched it on his body again, and complained in his heart: There are no rifle bullets!

The Pashtuns have savage and ferocious blood flowing in their veins. The enemy's shooting will not scare them away, but will only ignite all their savage blood!

"Clang, clang, clang..." There was a sound of a bullet hitting the rock, and the scattered stone chips hit Zhao Ziyang's face hard, causing him pain.

He couldn't hold on for too long. Under the fire of hundreds of guns, this rock couldn't hold on for long at all. Sooner or later, it would be thinned layer by layer by the warheads, and eventually it would be unable to withstand the huge penetrating power of the warheads.

If it is broken into two parts, then Zhao Ziyang will be beaten into a hornet's nest and die.

But now it was impossible to take another step back. These violent bullets completely enveloped the surrounding area of ​​the rock. The sound of bullets colliding with the rocks continued to be heard from any direction, front, rear, left, and right, and the entire place was surrounded by a net.

"Da da da..." "Da da da..."

Zhao Ziyang, who was huddled behind the rock, was desperately thinking of a way to escape. His eyes quickly scanned the surrounding terrain one by one: there are only rocks here, and the only way to fight is to retreat to the top of the mountain with the help of rock bunkers.

But this is not as easy as imagined. The approaching Pashtuns will instantly smash the rocks leading to the mountain. But you can't stay here for long. If you stay here any longer, you will definitely be attacked by the Pashtuns.

Surrounding. We can only try desperately, using the rocks leading to the top of the mountain that can be used as bunkers to carry out tactical movements and get rid of the pursuers at the bottom of the mountain.

Looking upward, rocks were scattered irregularly. Zhao Ziyang tried his best to find an S-shaped bunker connection. His brain instantly entered a high-speed state, calculating the distance between each rock and the time required for movement.

At this moment, the sound of gunfire at the foot of the mountain disappeared, which shocked Zhao Ziyang. He immediately lay down and looked down with the help of the cover of the rocks to observe.

A row of five Pashtuns stood at the forefront, about fifty meters away from his position. Each person carried a personal rocket launcher on their shoulders and aimed at the rock where he was.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound of four rocket launches sounded, dragging dazzling white rockets straight towards the rock where Zhao Ziyang was hiding.

"Son of a bitch!" Zhao Ziyang, who was forced to do nothing, let out a helpless curse.

He ran desperately towards the mountain and escaped from the trembling rock.

"Boom! Boom!..."

The loud sound of four rocket explosions was heard, and the entire rock was enveloped in a sudden rise of flames. The bombed rock finally cracked under the load, and the splashed gravel was centered on the explosion point.

, and flew away in all directions in an instant.

"Ah!..." A loud cry came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth. Driven by the air energy generated by the explosion of the rocket, his whole body was pushed upwards like a kite with its string broken, and he was instantly shocked.

It hurt my heart and fell heavily on the hillside.

"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhao Ziyang felt that all the bones in his body were falling apart. His entire back was hit by countless stones, causing him to be seriously injured in an instant.

Lifting up his blood-stained cheek that hit the hillside, Zhao Ziyang immediately looked back and saw the thick black smoke produced after the explosion. The black smoke completely separated him from the sight of the Pashtuns down the hillside.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to escape.

Without caring about his own injuries, Zhao Ziyang thrust his hands on the ground, trying to stand up. But with the force of his hands, his entire upper body felt like needles pricking him, and there was pain everywhere, even to the bones. With this,

A wave of pain hit him, and his body fell heavily to the ground. His face hit the gravel that had been built, leaving a bloody gash on his cheek.

After the rockets successfully destroyed the boulder, the Pashtuns shouted and pointed upwards, holding their guns and shooting through the black smoke generated by the explosion without accuracy.

"Da da da..." "Puff puff puff..."

The right side was swept by a row of warheads, and the splashed earth and stone debris clearly turned up in Zhao Ziyang's eyes, forming a row of small craters. Seeing the sickle of death slashing past him, Zhao Ziyang knew that he had to stand up

Escape, otherwise you will definitely be killed by stray bullets.

His blood-covered cheek showed a ferocious look, and he swung his fist and hit his chest hard without hesitation.

"Pfft..." A large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his body seemed to be less painful after spurting out this mouthful of blood, but this was not enough.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" "Puff, puff, puff..."

Zhao Ziyang, who spat out three mouthfuls of blood again, got up from the ground with a twisted look on his face, and rushed up the mountain like lightning. Following the S-shaped route he had drawn before, he rushed towards the top of the mountain with the help of rock shelters.

"Over there! Over there!..." The Pashtuns shouted from the bottom of the mountain. They discovered Zhao Ziyang's existence the moment he jumped up and rushed towards the mountain.

"Da da da..." The fiery warheads shot towards Zhao Ziyang's body like a downpour again, instantly covering him in a deadly rain of bullets.

The power of hundreds of rifles shooting at the same time is more fierce than that of several indestructible Gatling guns. It spreads its teeth and claws to destroy, defeat and tear all the living creatures in front of it into pieces.

"Roar!..." A violent roar came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth. The moment his body sprinted towards the top of the mountain, he suddenly changed direction and rushed towards his right front.

"Puff puff..." The sound of a burst of warheads shooting into the mountainous area was heard, instantly mottled the position where Zhao Ziyang was just now, and the upturned earth and rocks gave the area a gray scene. Then this gray...

The seal was rolled up, shrouding Zhao Ziyang's figure, making it looming.

The shot failed, and the Pashtuns immediately turned their guns and shot at Zhao Ziyang, who ran to the right.

"Click, click, click..." As the gunfire exploded, all the warheads missed again. The Pashtuns found that the man on the mountain had moved from the right to the left again, and his whole body moved through a smooth S-shaped tactical curve.

Without any hesitation, the Pashtuns immediately turned their guns again and shot at Puyang on the left. However, this round of shooting missed again and all hit the mountainous ground.

At this time, Zhao Ziyang squeezed out all the potential in his body and sprinted upward at the speed of a cheetah. He maintained this instantaneous speed during the sprint, narrowly escaping the fatal blow again and again.

attack.

Blood was constantly flowing down from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth, and his round eyes were full of blood-red color. Human life is fragile, but when life is threatened, fragile life will burst out with unlimited potential, creating unimaginable things.

An instant miracle.

The Pashtuns below felt powerless. They fired hundreds of guns at the man on the mountain at the same time, but they couldn't hit him at all. The opponent's speed was too fast, even faster than the bullets they fired.

No, his speed is definitely not as fast as bullets, but he is flying with bullets, completely leading the shooting of people like himself, and his body speed exceeds his own reaction speed!

"It's an S-type tactical movement, covering shooting! Covering shooting!" an experienced Pashtun shouted in warning.

They finally came to their senses, gave up subconsciously aiming at the target, and began to shoot at Zhao Ziyang who was about to run to the top of the mountain, covering all his second impact points, whether to the left or right.

Zhao Ziyang's mouth was full of bitterness when he heard the sound from the bottom of the mountain. He was still nearly thirty meters away from the top of the mountain. The Pashtuns who had changed their shooting methods would definitely beat themselves into a sieve!

"Da da da..." There was a loud sound of gunfire, and Zhao Ziyang, who was just about to move to the right front, saw the impact point on the right side being rolled over by a burst of bullets, and fresh soil was rising high.

He abruptly stopped his high-speed body, changed his S-shaped route, and rushed straight to the top of the mountain.

"Puff puff..." The warhead hit the rocks at his feet. The splashed gravel stabbed Zhao Ziyang's calf hard, tearing his camouflage uniform and piercing his muscles. The blood oozing out of his calf hurt his legs.

It was dyed red and was a bloody mess.

At this time, he was still nearly twenty meters away from the top of the mountain, but he knew that he might not reach the top of the mountain and would be killed by the Pashtuns below. He was not able to dodge the fire from hundreds of guns.

dropped.

"boom!"

The sound of a rocket launcher sounded, and in the village at the foot of the mountain far away, a rocket escaped from the gun and drew a beautiful arc, landing nearly ten meters below Zhao Ziyang.

There was a loud "boom", the rocket made a violent explosion, black and red flames rose into the sky, and the compressed and expanded air rolled violently around in a storm-like form.

Hearing the explosion behind him, Zhao Ziyang had no time to take tactical evasion. His body running upwards opened suddenly and was pushed to the top of the mountain by the violent air. As his body was pushed to the top of the mountain by the rocket shock wave, he finally got rid of half of the

Shooting of Pashtuns on the mountainside.

"Bang!" Zhao Ziyang was thrown heavily to the top of the mountain. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he spurted out a mouthful of blood. His whole body instantly collapsed and he lay there gasping for air. A stream of blood foam continued to flow out from the corner of his mouth. His body was hit by an unprecedented blow.

Heavy damage.

"Uh..." A painful groan came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth. He climbed behind a raised rock with difficulty and set up a sniper rifle at the Pashtuns down the mountain.
Chapter completed!