Chapter 172: The fierce murderous intention

Whether in the war years or in peacetime, the big family of the Chinese nation has never lacked heroes.

However, I have to know sadly that the big family of the Chinese nation has never lacked scum.

How many passionate men did not die at the enemy's gun, but finally fell in grief and anger in their own conspiracy.

Ye Cheng never expected that Li Jingwu would dare to kick him on this crisis-ridden battlefield, which made him even more sad and angry. This kick almost cut off all his vitality. The enemy plane arrived in an instant, and he had no time to get up and then avoid the enemy plane's shooting.

The enemy plane's violent high-speed bullets hit the ground with a bang and bit him like a poisonous snake. At this moment, Ye Cheng turned his back to the enemy plane and could not see where the bullets came from. He could only try to stand up, but he heard death getting closer and closer to him.

"Roll sideways quickly!"

Ye Cheng couldn't see it, but Wang Yang saw it clearly. The bullets of the enemy plane were rushing towards him. If Ye Cheng could not dodge, he would definitely splatter blood on the spot. Wang Yang ran to the direction where Ye Cheng was, but their distance was too far, and he could only remind his comrades in the simplest words to avoid the enemy plane's shooting.

Wang Yang's eyes were as anxious as if bleeding was about to burst out. Ye Cheng followed Wang Yang from the banks of the Han River to the front line of Tieyuan. Although Ye Cheng had a little impulsive personality, he was sincere to others and brave to kill the enemy. He was a steadfast warrior of the Guard. Wang Yang and him had already established a very deep comrade-in-arms relationship. He would never want to see Ye Cheng fall under the gun like this.

Ye Cheng saw Li Jingwu walking towards him with a gun fiercely, and then instantly fled to the side of the road with a pale face.

Ye Cheng also heard Wang Yang roaring at him in the distance, and he also guessed that the enemy plane was flying towards him.

However, he was kicked back by Li Jingwu. He could not see the enemy plane attacking him in that direction. The danger was getting closer and closer to him. In an unpredictable situation, the desire to survive drove him to take out all the strength of his body. He still rolled out to the left as Wang Yang shouted.

Twist!

Almost as Ye Cheng rolled, enemy planes roared. This time the US pilot learned his lesson. He flew higher, but the ammunition shot at the soldiers was almost not reduced at all. The ruthless high-speed bullets swept through the direction of the third car to the dense forest. A volunteer soldier hiding on the roadside let out a muffled groan, protecting the wounded in his hand and fell softly into the grass. The bullets immediately arrived at Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng felt the earth shaking, he felt grass chips flying everywhere in the sky, and even his eyes saw countless mud and bullets rolling towards his body, and then he felt a torn pain coming from his stomach and thighs.

"No! No! Ye Cheng! Ye..."

This was the last sound that Ye Cheng heard. This sound seemed so far away from him, but he would never forget it. This was his closest comrade-in-arms and the captain he admired the most. Wang Yang made a heart-wrenching roar at him.

It was the captain who rushed over. Did he come to save me regardless of danger?

Ye Cheng suddenly felt powerless. He wanted to raise his eyes to see his captain, but it seemed that it was extremely difficult for him to open his eyes and twist his body. Then darkness like a tide came ruthlessly, and he had to close his eyes in despair...

"Boy! Ye Cheng, stand up for me the fuck!"

Blood, bright red blood, the color of despair reflected his eyes red, and Wang Yang felt that his heart was about to be broken!

Why! Why is it him, this brave and invincible little correspondent on the battlefield, this brave and impulsive comrade, who is going like this? His body was almost sliding on the grass and kneeling beside Ye Cheng. Looking at Ye Cheng's closed eyes, he was unwilling to accept this bitter reality and couldn't help but curse at Ye Cheng!

"Why can't you shoot? Why can't you shoot at the enemy plane? I fuck you, the 18th generation ancestor of Li Jingwu. Why don't you die like a beast!"

The infinite anger was like a level 10 typhoon roaring and roaring in the heart of the vast ocean. He cursed Li Jingwu, wishing to solve this beast on the spot with one shot. There were always some people who were afraid of life and death and dared not fight against the enemy head-on, but they only dared to attack the loyal warriors of the Guard, using their power, using their insidiousness, and making small moves behind their backs. Such people are not to be cherished.

"Come on, you bastards, I'll fight you guys!"

The enemy plane with extremely revengefulness, even the volunteers in the deep forest no longer searched. After the first plane fired at the location where Wang Yang was, the other two enemy planes flew over the soldiers' heads. The enemy planes flew a lot higher as if they had tacit understanding. Bullets swept down like raindrops, and at the same time they also angered Wang Yang who was in endless grief. He picked up the light machine gun thrown by Ye Cheng on the ground, rushed forward like crazy, and rushed forward several steps, facing the enemy plane.

Twist!

Not only the machine guns on your plane can roar, but the guns in my hand can also suck anger. I saw the soldiers around me fall helplessly, here are angels in white who guarded the seriously injured regardless of danger, here are heroic soldiers who rescued the wounded in the rain of bullets, and also their dear soldiers Ye Cheng have all fallen...

The anger of the fiery sky and the earth burned Wang Yang's heart. He held the submachine gun and shot desperately at the enemy. At this moment, his eyes were burned red by the anger. His figure jumped up like an arrow like a gust of wind. He was not afraid of the US plane shooting, but was afraid of being too far away from the enemy plane. He was almost in the astonished gaze of the hidden volunteer soldiers, and then he rushed to the roof of the No. 3 car in one step, and then began to shoot wildly at the enemy plane.

The enemy plane's bullets and the light machine gun in Wang Yang's hand began to roar almost at the same time. The enemy plane never dreamed that the bullets fired this time were so dense. Before the first enemy plane's bullet hit the ground, it felt countless bullets rolling towards his cabin. A bullet actually hit his cockpit, which made him sweat in a cold sweat.

I have to say that Wang Yang is not very familiar with the light machine gun in his hand, and the speed of the enemy plane is also very fast, making it difficult for him to judge the flight of the ballistics. However, under the influence of endless anger and soul, Wang Yang still grasped the vibration of the gun body well. After several consecutive shots, he felt the deviation of the ballistics and gradually could roughly judge the trajectory and speed of the enemy's plane.

The second enemy plane was so shocked that he never expected that the volunteers would either never resist them, but once they resisted, it would be such a fatal attack.

For the US military in battle, even if they are in battle, they will undoubtedly always be the first in their hearts to save their lives.

Facing Wang Yang's terrifying shooting, the US pilot's brain was dizzy, and the strong fear of death eroded his heart. Flying in the air has both benefits and disadvantages. Although the speed of the plane makes it difficult for the opponent to hit, once it is hit, even a minor injury will kill him. The US military lacks nothing, but it lacks the courage to fight to the death. How can US pilots face such fear?

The US pilot finally realized that he was still careless and he still flew too low, so he no longer had to attack the volunteers below. He pulled the joystick desperately and stretched it hard. The gunshot of the plane immediately silenced, and immediately ran away like a frightened rabbit.

Faced with the escape of the enemy plane, Wang Yang did not pursue it, nor could he pursue it. The speed of the enemy plane was too fast. Wang Yang found that as long as the enemy plane was at the incline of the shooting point, the light machine gun bullets in his hand could not catch up with the enemy plane no matter what. Only when facing the enemy plane was facing the enemy plane, there was a chance of hitting it.

Now, Wang Yang's target is the third enemy aircraft behind, and the third enemy aircraft followed the flight trajectory of the second enemy aircraft, without realizing that a killer god below began to launch a precise surprise attack on him.

He drove away the enemy's second enemy plane. Although he failed to let the enemy plane fall from the air, Wang Yang suddenly felt a strong sense of confidence. He did not think that the machine gun could not kill the enemy plane flying in the air.

Although the enemy planes fly fast, making it difficult for bullets to hit the target, as long as you judge the advance amount and then speculate on the wind speed variables generated by the enemy when flying at high speed, although it can be as many as a battlefield sniper, once you use a machine gun to shoot, the dense bullets have reached a certain level. Then as long as you hit an important part of the enemy plane, you will still have a chance to kill the enemy.

The third enemy plane arrived at a rapid speed, but at this time Wang Yang's heart had calmed down from the madness. The attack to be carried out was undoubtedly a huge challenge. However, if the shooting is accurate and the enemy plane is shot, it will make the enemy frightened and he will never dare to shoot the soldiers on the road so unscrupulously, and the wounded will have the chance to escape into the dense forest.

"Come on! I want to avenge Ye Cheng and protect the soldiers from evacuating safely. Damn foreign devils, come on! Let you taste the power of bullets!"

Although the machine gun in his hand was not light, it was not heavy for Wang Yang. When his spirit was fully focused on the third enemy plane flying in, Wang Yang seemed to feel that his mind became clear, and an indescribable feeling came to his heart. A magical state came to Wang Yang again. When he raised the gun, he felt that the gun seemed to have given him life, and the bullets inside were jumping and cheering, as if they were about to take all the enemies to hell.

The enemy planes were getting closer and closer, and it seemed that it had not discovered that the first and second enemy planes had already been damaged under the attack of Wang Yang and Yecheng. This enemy plane was originally the one that searched and fired medical vehicles in the dense forest.

The US pilot was still immersed in the happiness of the Volunteers' lack of defense and allowing him to shoot wildly. If he had the chance, he should protest to his companions even if he died, because their companions were panicked after being attacked by a terrifying attack, and they did not tell him this important information, so he still flew as low as usual, as unscrupulous as usual.

Flying lightly from the treetops, the US pilot was satisfied with his flight like juggling. Then his plane flew quickly at about ten meters away from the ground. He saw a volunteer soldier lying in the grass. There were wounded, rescue soldiers, and even beautiful angels in white.

This made him extremely excited. He even thought of the poor volunteer soldiers trembling under his gun, and the beautiful Chinese nurse in white fell to the ground in an extremely sad way!

Once he thought of this, this would make him find a perverted psychological satisfaction. In the words of their American soldiers, this was too exciting!

The only regret is that they cannot have close contact with the beautiful Oriental angels. On this damn battlefield, even the feminine taste is rare. Driven by strong desire, the US military pilots had raped several Japanese women stationed in Seoul and South Korean women stationed in Seoul a while ago. Although it caused some political disputes, Japan and South Korea, which were dependent on their strong American wings, had to end up leaving nothing.

To be honest, the US Flying Army was still missing the painful screams of the helpless girl at this time. That extremely wonderful moment made him miss it extremely, but it was really not easy to say that satisfaction was just a small game that brought them up like a demon.

He decided to go to the Japanese residence after the flight to tell them what a marketable industry AV is. But of course, after receiving their "right" training of "sexuality", who made this country so respectful to power and shameless to a certain extent, and the slavery is so strong?

What's more, no one dares to take care of it even if something happens. Naturally, there are political departments to help them clean their butts. This is much better than the prostitutes who play in the Philippines.

I have to say that the US pilots were thinking too much and were too arrogant and arrogant. Even if he flew high above the sky, they would almost never fall without the air defense artillery fire of the Volunteers, but he forgot that this was on the battlefield and that nothing in the world was absolutely absolute.

An indescribable strange feeling surged into my heart! Maybe their God is really warning the US military pilots!

The US pilot suddenly felt something was wrong. He was about to suppress the machine gun and shoot, but suddenly discovered an extremely strange incident.

Directly below his flight route, there was a destroyed volunteer medical vehicle on the simple road. The reason why the US pilot could pay attention to this vehicle was not because of the idiot-like Red Cross sign, but because he suddenly saw a person standing on the top of the car with the corner of his eyes.
Chapter completed!