With all his might, Feng Lang rushed forward without hesitation. He leaped into the air in the rain of bullets, the snow on his chest rubbing against the trunk of the tree. He quickly rolled over the fallen log.
After landing, he rolled over with difficulty, adjusted his body position, took off his backpack without caring about anything else, and at the moment when the bullets hit the trunk and the snow shook off, he immediately raised his gun, lay on the fallen log, and without even taking off the lens cover, locked his target on a running figure and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
A loud explosion rang in his ears. At the same time, the gun barrel jerked up, and he didn't know where the bullet was shot.
When the gun barrel jerked up, a huge force suddenly hit his shoulder socket. With a muffled groan, Feng Lang was hit on the shoulder by the butt of the gun and fell backward onto the snow.
Damn it! Why is the recoil so strong...
Feng Lang grimaced in pain, and his shoulder was throbbing.
He didn't know that the recoil of this gun would be so strong. It was completely different from his homemade gun.
Out of habit, he didn't even put the butt of the gun on his shoulder socket. Anyway, he didn't know that it was necessary, which led to a strong recoil.
However, he should be considered lucky. After all, this was a derivative gun model of an assault rifle with a 5.8mm caliber bullet, similar to a Barrett sniper rifle. His shoulder could still bear it.
At the moment he fired the gun, the big man locked by him rushed forward, rolled in the snow, and hid behind a big tree.
His heart was pounding, and he let out a sigh of relief.
He was still alive.
The distance was less than fifty meters, and he clearly saw the sniper scope of the other side, and surprisingly, it was undamaged.
When he was dodging, the gunshots suddenly stopped. Everyone was dodging urgently, some lying down and some hiding behind trees.
However, at the moment of dodging, they saw an interesting scene. The guy who turned around and counterattacked not only didn't take off the lens cover of the sniper scope but was also knocked backward by the recoil and fell upside down with his feet in the air.
He didn't even know how to use the gun...
This comical scene made everyone relax. Obviously, this was not a guy with professional experience. He had never even touched a gun.
At this moment, everyone relaxed. Although they didn't know how this guy killed the artificial scouts, they knew that not everyone could use the weapons they got to their full potential. They also guessed that it was probably the guy in the lead who did it, killing their team and getting himself killed in the process.
However, they were elites. Even if they judged that the threat was not great, they would not be careless.
The guy in charge of commanding flashed out from behind the tree and quickly gave the order: "Group One, charge forward. Group Two and Three, form a flanking formation on the left and right. If you can't catch him, kill him. We have to leave quickly!"
His Mandarin had a strong Beijing accent, but it was definitely beyond doubt.
The team paused for only a few seconds, and the dodging figures started to charge.
If they wanted to catch him, they had to get closer.
Feng Lang knew that he was doomed at this moment. He didn't care about the numbness in his shoulder, struggled to take off his backpack with difficulty, and leaned against the fallen log.
He gave up the idea of turning over the shotgun. He didn't want to play with that kind of gun.
However, he grabbed a power amplifier, gasped for breath, cocked the gun, rubbed his throbbing shoulder with one hand, and listened to the approaching footsteps with the other hand, preparing for a desperate fight.
The creaking sound was getting closer and closer, and they were less than twenty meters away from him.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and Feng Lang's breathing seemed to stop.
At this moment, he was not nervous at all, and his mood was strangely calm.
There was not even a trace of grief in his heart for his grandfather. It seemed that death was just like a game, and he didn't care.
Listening quietly, he heard that there were four or five people approaching. On the left and right, they were estimated to be about fifteen or twenty meters away, and they would appear at the end of the fallen log.
Come on! You bastards!!
Feng Lang judged the situation and was ready to fight back.
He believed that one shuttle of bullets could kill at least two or three of them.
But at this time, a sudden burst of gunfire rang out.
A series of muffled groans sounded behind him.
He could clearly hear the sound of bullets penetrating the body.
He didn't freeze because he was scared or nervous, but because he was surprised.
The gunfire was like popping beans. The fire tongue spurted out in front of him, and the air flow blew away the snow, revealing one gun barrel after another, and one masked face after another, with only the eyes exposed and a helmet on the head.
These gun barrels were only twenty meters away from him, right in front of him, on the edge of the mountain pass, pointing at him.
His whole body muscles tensed up. He didn't know how these people got into the gun barrels.
In this situation, how could he still fight back? If he wanted to kill these people, he didn't even have a chance to climb over the fallen log.
Then, he suddenly realized that the situation was different. These gun barrels were pointing at him, but the bullets were hitting the ground behind him, and there were also muffled groans and the sound of bodies falling into the snow. Obviously, these people were not the enemies of those people, at least not the same group as the pursuers behind him.
Was it a rescue team...
Surviving the disaster made Feng Lang overjoyed, but he didn't know who these people on the top of the mountain were.
In the burst of gunfire, bullets flew over his head, and there were also the whistling sounds of bullets shooting from behind. He suddenly felt a sense of relief as if he was a bystander, and he was not nervous at all.
He saw five guns spitting bullets in front of him. At the moment when he felt relaxed all over, he hugged the power amplifier, turned his head to see the situation of the exchange of fire, to see how the pursuers were in a mess, and to see if he could get some information.
But at the moment when he turned his head, suddenly, a voice came from the left: "Don't move if you don't want to die!"
Feng Lang paused. Instead of being frightened, he was happy.
This was his native language, and his Mandarin was very standard, as clear and pleasant as the announcers on TV. These were his people, at least they spoke the same language...
He was happy, but then he felt strange when he saw the direction of the voice. How could he hear a female voice?
On the left, the trees were getting thinner and thinner, and it was the treetops. He couldn't see anyone hiding there at all.
He moved his eyes and saw that twenty or thirty meters away, there was only a sloping rock six or seven meters away, exposed in the snow, and there was no sign of anyone.
Where were they hiding? The gunfire was so loud, and he could hear the shouts clearly. They should be very close, right?
His eyes finally fell on a very conspicuous black spot on the rock. Then, the corners of his mouth curled up.
He saw that the snow beside the rock was very smooth, and there were some small folds on the edge, but he could see through the disguise. It was like the way they used cloaks to cover their bodies.
Good job, hiding well.
He muttered to himself, thought for a while, reached out and pulled the hanging tube of the other side, and stabbed a hole in the snow at the bottom of the tree with it.
I don't think there will be any problem if I take a look...
Just as he was about to stab with the gun barrel, he put his eyes close to the snow hole.
The field of vision was not wide, but it was very clear.
In his sight, bright red flowers were blooming on the clean snow, which was very conspicuous. There were dead bodies lying around. Obviously, they were suddenly attacked, and these pursuers suffered a great loss.
Twenty or thirty meters away, and four or five meters in the other direction, bullets were spraying out from the roots of the big trees. Although they were suppressed from below, they were attacking uphill. The pursuers suffered a loss. In a short time, in a few seconds, only one of the five guns moved, and the other four remained still.
Seeing the half-exposed head beside the root of a big tree twenty-five meters away, Feng Lang narrowed his eyes, tried to aim, and then gave up looking at the front sight. He was still used to the way of aiming with his homemade shotgun, locked his target with his eyes, followed the target with the gun barrel, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Puff! Puff! Puff...
A series of rapid sounds rang out, and the snow in front of the fallen log was blown away, rolling and flying in the wind, making the line of sight blurred for a moment.
Damn it!
Feng Lang saw that the head was smashed, but he only fired a dozen bullets.
He quickly pulled out the gun, ready to fire again. This kind of gun was relatively slow.
He could see clearly the person who was aiming at him. He saw that the person's shooting skills were comparable to those of ordinary soldiers, but it was obvious that he had just touched the gun, and his hands were shaking.
The sniper rifle just now proved this point. He had never fired this kind of gun, and he had never even touched a standard gun.
Seeing his movements, he said: "Move the button on the left side of the gun barrel to the right, don't pull the trigger too hard, put the butt of the gun on your shoulder socket, don't be too stiff, don't resist the recoil too hard, let it slide back naturally, pull the trigger and quickly release it, then you can fire the second shot. The trigger has two firing modes. If you feel resistance, stabilize it, aim and then pull the trigger, and you can improve the accuracy."
Feng Lang immediately found the button, tried it, and found that it was true. The trigger was different from the trigger of his homemade shotgun. It was stuck and didn't fire.
After understanding, he looked at the position, nodded, put down the gun, locked on a shoulder exposed beside a tree twenty-five meters away, and steadily pulled the trigger.
With a puff, the gun vibrated slightly, and a wisp of bright red blood spurted out from the shoulder.
The guy trembled, and his body swayed, exposing half of his head.
Feng Lang didn't hesitate and continued to pull the trigger.
Puff!
A small hole appeared in the guy's ear, and blood sprayed out. He fell to the side.
Another one...
After killing another one, Feng Lang didn't feel anything. He only remembered his vow to Brother Yong, and that was all. However, he didn't reload the gun. The recoil was not great, and it felt quite comfortable. Compared with the power amplifier he made, it was much better.
The people on the left were also surprised.
The shooting skills were not very accurate, and they could hunt and use the power amplifier, which was the basis. But just now, they couldn't see any chance of winning in a one-on-one fight. Their combat awareness and fighting skills were at the lower-middle level, and the fierceness of the supplementary knife was only at the middle level, which was not professional. Moreover, the distance was so close that anyone with basic shooting awareness could hit the target.
What surprised them was Feng Lang's shooting awareness. In that short moment of zero point a few seconds, he could accurately hit the target with two shots. This accuracy was even stronger than that of the special forces soldiers in the team.
If it weren't for seeing it with their own eyes, just based on the three shots just now, they would have suspected that this was a special forces soldier in the team, or even an elite professional.
If they knew that this was a derivative gun model of the new generation of assault rifles with improved design and shooting speed compared to ordinary assault rifles, but in terms of single-shot accuracy, it was still not perfect. This was because of the insufficient power amplification. Even at a distance of about forty meters, if it weren't for a special forces soldier, it would be difficult to master the single-shot accuracy.
Just as their eyes moved away and focused on Feng Lang, suddenly, a gun barrel on the top of the mountain jerked up, and then the snow fog tumbled. A muffled groan came through their earphones.
Their hearts tightened, and they immediately withdrew their attention, locked on the strange place they had just seen in the sniper scope, and shouted: "Location!"
As soon as their shouts fell, the gunshots behind them stopped. The snow fog tumbled in that place, not because of the explosion caused by stray bullets hitting, but because of the people rolling urgently, stirring up the snow fog that spread with the wind.
As soon as their words fell, a voice rang out: "Ten minutes left, the distance is unknown! At least five snipers!"
As soon as this voice rang out, their guns fired!