One had his hand broken, the other was hit in the thigh, and the black man fell to the ground. These five people came around in a fan shape, and the guns and explosions well covered up their noise.
And Hou Dacheng’s attention was drawn to the front and left and right sides at that time. He didn’t expect that these black people would send people from behind.
If it weren’t for the intuition cultivated by hunting in the mountains with old hunters all the year round, Hou Dasheng would be planted here today. At the thought of this, Hou Dasheng couldn’t help but have a cold sweat and suppress pain and chest tightness. Hou Dasheng’s "chug" at two living blacks was two shots.
Watching their heads explode like watermelons, Hou Dacheng slowly got up and looked at his chest. Hou Dacheng couldn’t help smiling bitterly. He didn’t get shot when he was playing with hippos.
But in this jungle, I called a few black people to shoot three times. I was careless. Hou Dacheng smiled bitterly. If it wasn’t for my carelessness, I wouldn’t let these black people touch me. I was not afraid to wear this bulletproof vest again. This just came alive.
If you are too heavy to take off your bulletproof vest, or if you didn’t wake up with your intuition just now, if you didn’t work hard during training, or if you didn’t bite your teeth and shoot fiercely, you would have to be planted today.
There were screams in the jungle, and Hou Dacheng slowly got up and gasped for a while. He felt better. Hou Dacheng took up his gun and changed a new magazine to "bang bang" the black soldiers who were still alive.
If they want to kill themselves, Hou Dasheng naturally can’t go easy on them, and he has just gone through a life-and-death robbery because of carelessness. Hou Dasheng has become very cautious, and the lion and eagle have tried their best.
A little arrogance may make you die. Hou Dasheng knows that he just had that kind of arrogance. If he hadn’t been arrogant and thought that everything was under his control, then the crisis wouldn’t have happened just now.
Hou Dacheng himself is a martial artist, and naturally he didn’t listen to his uncle talk about the masters who were killed by lime powder before liberation. These masters all have one characteristic, and they are all strong in their respective fields.
However, they are also arrogant and conceited, which leads them to think that no one dares to hurt them, but their opponents prove that some people do.
At one time, Hou Dasheng was cautious, but recently he was somewhat inflated. It was not until the moment of life and death that he suddenly realized that the battlefield was always unpredictable.
The bullet ejected from a rookie’s gun is as lethal as the bullet ejected from a master’s gun, and it will kill you if you hit your head. Whether you are a master or a rookie, it will kill you if you hit the key.
Hou Dacheng slowed down. God reached into his clothes and touched it.
"Psst" was hit by a bullet, and a burst of pain caused Hou Dacheng to bite his teeth and crack his mouth. Fortunately, the bone was not broken. It was a fracture. Hou Dacheng was still glad that the fracture problem was not very big.
Although the chest aches with each shot, Hou Dacheng still bites his teeth and "bang bang bang" knocks out all those whining sounds.
"Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me. I can give you money. Don’t kill me." A piercing scream sounded, and Hou Dacheng was still curious in English.
If it were in normal times, Hou Dasheng might have a desire to listen, but at this time, he is not in the mood to listen, and he is injured first. Hou Dasheng will not rock the boat if he is not sure about controlling the situation.
"Touch" a gun to blow the man’s head off, dragging his tired body. Hou Dasheng sat down on the ground with a gun to blow Capone’s head off, wheezing for a while, and then he struggled to pull out a chocolate bar from his clothes.
This is the blood mountain, and Hou Dasheng fought all night. Now his physical strength is huge, and he tore the packaging bag. Hou Dasheng put the chocolate in his mouth and chewed it gently with a little bit of sweetness. Hou Dasheng finally felt that he had recovered some physical strength.
After a rest, Hou Dasheng endured chest pain and walked slowly along the road he was taken out. Every time he walked a certain distance, Hou Dasheng needed to rest against a tree, and it was not far from the node here.
Hou Dacheng walked for half an hour and finally reached the edge of the jungle.
"Cricket cricket windbag" A slightly noisy noise came from the node. Hou Dacheng couldn’t help feeling cold in his heart and then slowly lay down to raise his gun.
At this time, it was already bright. Hou Dacheng braved his waist and slowly hid in a big tree and raised his gun to observe.
After a while, I saw seven figures walking slowly into the jungle. Seeing these people, Hou Dacheng couldn’t help frowning and "stopping".
Hearing Hou Dasheng’s voice, the figures suddenly froze and raised their hands. One of them stammered in English and shouted, "Sir, sir, don’t want guns. We are townspeople. We don’t have guns. We mean no harm."
Hou Dasheng couldn’t help laughing. These are the owls who brought the villagers to help the crocodiles. They carried the wounded and the dead guns and screwdrivers to the node.
"You are very clever and all know to raise your hand." Hou Dacheng walked over and carried the gun on his shoulder, while the black man who spoke English raised his hand and said with a wry smile.
"The gentleman who just released us told us that if someone told you to stop, you should put your hands up where he could see them or you might be killed."
Hou Dacheng smell speech one leng immediately couldn’t help but nodded his head. If the other party is living, he won’t be so relieved. But if they honestly raise their hands, Hou Dacheng is not very good at shooting them.
Unless they do something threatening.
"Well, you can go back. What can you say and what can’t you say you know?"
The man who can speak English can’t stop nodding when he hears the news. Then he mumbles a few words in his dialect, and other black people can’t stop nodding. To tell the truth, they dare not stop nodding now.
Hou Dacheng’s image is so scary now. He just shot those black soldiers at close range. Hou Dacheng didn’t find those bloody and brains splashing directly on him.
Now he looks like an evil spirit crawling out of hell, covered in blood, and some broken muscle fragments and shattered skulls splash in his camouflage.
Chapter 47 Escape from birth
"I’m not dead, but if you don’t come, I guess I’ll die." One step, three steps, shaking and panting, Hou Dasheng almost rolled and crawled to the node, facing twelve o’clock, and he soon found the crocodile leaving a mark.
Touching the satellite words, Hou Dasheng directly called the name "crocodile" inside without saying anything. Fortunately, someone picked it up after a word. "Crocodile, you’d better hurry or you can collect my body."
After that, Hou Dasheng hung up directly and turned into the jungle to disguise himself. Then he lay down in the tree and took a rest. He pulled out some herbs from his pocket when he just came over. Hou Dasheng wrung out the juice of these herbs and then gently massaged his hand covered with juice in his dark place.
The "hiss" hand just touched the black place, and the pain instantly hit the body. Hou Dasheng can make himself move more gently and then slowly wipe those herbs.
Although it hurts, Hou Dasheng dare not stop. It is very simple. Although I know that crocodiles will come to pick him up, what if something happens? What if I have to stay here for a few days, it will be more than ten days?
Early treatment of the wounded is better than late treatment. Hou Dasheng even picked some temporary anesthetics for himself. If he needs to fight, he needs to chew and swallow before he can achieve the effect of temporarily paralyzing himself.
Less pain will not affect his actions. Of course, it will aggravate his injuries during the activities. What Hou Dasheng is doing now is to rest himself. A few grenades have been booby-trapped in his jungle mouth.
A few ak’s from Capone and others were also made into guns and bombs, which were planted in the Woods. In short, if anyone comes to him through the jungle now, the explosion will give him an early warning.
After wiping his medicine, Hou Dasheng put the bulletproof plate back and rested against the tree with his gun. He needs to rest now, but he can’t sleep. The danger is not over yet. If he dies in front of Li, it will be a loss.
Hiding in disguise, leaning against the big tree, Hou Dasheng took out the last chocolate and swallowed it. He still stuffed it back. It’s not time to eat it yet. I’m not sure that Hou Dasheng won’t eat it when he gets to the hardest or when he’s safe.
Hou Dasheng sighed. Looking back on the fighting situation in these two days, he had to admit that actual combat is the best teacher. All your incorrect practices will be corrected in actual combat.
The way to correct you in actual combat is very simple, so that you can face life and death, and then you will survive and let your potential explode. Although it is shameful, it is very effective. Hou Dasheng has a deep understanding of this once.
Especially in the past, uncle taught him those things that helped him at this time. When he thought that he was still complaining that uncle was difficult to get things from the army, Hou Dacheng couldn’t help smiling bitterly.
Fortunately, my uncle taught me at that time, otherwise he would have died by now. Although he also taught booby traps and blood mountains, he certainly wouldn’t teach them so much about guns, drugs and ak to make bombs, which is even less likely to be taught by blood mountains.
These are all things that Hou Dacheng studied with his uncle. At this time, Hou Dacheng became more interested in his uncle’s experience in those years. If he didn’t have enough materials, Hou Dacheng would like to do more mines to deal with these black soldiers.
Simply put, Hou Dasheng will use them to practice what he once learned from his uncle, no matter what it’s a pity that he doesn’t have enough materials and he doesn’t spend so much time.
This time, they fought a surprise attack to carry equipment without considering the long-term consumption problem. It may not be a good thing for Hou Dasheng to continue fighting.
With your eyes closed, Hou Dacheng’s mind kept flashing, and he thought about what his uncle had taught himself. The more Hou Dacheng thought about it, the more he felt that his uncle must have been a cruel man.
What he taught himself was obviously not something that ordinary troops would learn, and a large part of it involved grasping the tongue, infiltrating and raiding, coping with enemy pursuit and even close combat.
For example, when Hou Dasheng learned that trick from his uncle, he needed to accurately pinch the fragile part of the other person’s cervical vertebra and then directly kill the opponent with great strength at one time.
This technique obviously won’t be given to ordinary soldiers, and I don’t know what the mentality of Uncle Bao is to teach myself these things. Hou Dacheng smiles bitterly, but now I can’t go back for the time being.
First, I escaped from being a soldier against his will, and then I killed someone in Africa. How can I return to China now? If I go back, I will face prison, which will make my uncle even sadder.
There was a roar of a helicopter, and Hou Dasheng turned up smartly and observed the node through the sight. Although this was probably to pick up his helicopter, Hou Dasheng remained cautious.
Be careful. The ship has just suffered a loss. Hou Dasheng is now careful.
"Boo hoo" satellite words shook up. Hou Dacheng picked it up and looked at it. It was a crocodile.
