Pulling the gun with difficulty, Zhao Ziyang locked onto a bearded Pashtun at the front, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

"Bang", a dull gunshot sounded, and the sniper warhead passed by the Pashtun's body and floated into the distant sky.

Wiping away the sticky blood from his eyes, Zhao Ziyang held his breath, pulled the gun again with his trembling right hand, and sniped at the opponent. However, his strength was fixed on the last step of loading the gun, and he failed to snipe the weapon after all.

The bullet was loaded. The cramping pain in his chest and abdomen made him lose all strength. The figures in front of him became blurred, and there was no other sound except the buzzing in his ears.

He was overturned by rockets twice in a row, and his heart was severely damaged. Coupled with the tense nerves and desperate running towards the top of the mountain, he could not bear the feeling of weakness under such heavy injuries. The blood on his forehead started to flow again.

It flowed down and covered his eyes, and the whole world turned blood red.

"Zizzi... Idiot, hold on!" A radio current sounded in his chest, and Angel's voice came.

Hearing Angel's voice, Zhao Ziyang immediately raised his head with great effort, wiped the blood from his eyes again, and took out a small headset embedded in his clothes.

"Uh..." Zhao Ziyang, who moved his body slightly, let out a painful groan, curled up his body, and breathed heavily into the headset and said: "An, An Qier... Huhu... you, you, you want to play

Die to me..."

"Idiot!" Angel's curse came from the radio.

"I, I'm so stupid for you!" Zhao Ziyang became angry when he heard Angel scolding him, and roared with all the strength he had gathered: "You didn't even give me a rifle bullet, and you still called me an idiot? Are you still a noble?

I think you are just an unreasonable shrew!"

The sound of heavy breathing came from the radio. It was obvious that An Qier was half mad to death by Zhao Ziyang's shrewish words.

"Didn't I tell you to use a sniper rifle?" Angel's voice was extremely cold, and there was even a sound of clenching teeth.

"When did I say that I was a sniper? Cough cough cough..." Zhao Ziyang almost fainted and opened his mouth and coughed violently.

Along with the coughing sound, blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth again, and his whole body curled up even more, as if he was trying to resist the pain of his internal organs twisting together in this way.

"But you didn't say anything either." Angel's voice was full of innocence.

"Angel, you idiot, hide your intention to train me into a sniper. What I hate most are snipers, guys who only do cold shots in secret."

"Who are you calling an idiot? Who are you calling a cold shot? Do you dare to call me?"

"Not only will I scold you, I will also spank you!"

"you dare!"

Angel was almost going crazy. She had never met such a shameless man. He dared to scold her and slap her ass! Kill him, must kill him!

"Quick, quick, up there, up there, grenades, grenades!" the Pashtuns rushing up the mountain shouted loudly. One of them took out a grenade and threw it towards Zhao Ziyang's position.

The dark grenade crossed a parabola and was still right next to Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Ziyang, who was huddled together, rolled to the side and lay on the mountain with his head in his hands to avoid the explosion of the grenade.

"Boom!" A crater was created in the place where he was lying just now, and earth and rocks hit Zhao Ziyang's head and face. The sound of the explosion shook his head even more, and the buzzing in his ears sounded again.

"Angel, you idiot woman, if you don't help me, just wait and collect the body for me!" Zhao Ziyang shook his head and yelled at Angel through the radio.

This woman is the best of the best women he has ever seen in his life: a madman, a madwoman!

Looking at the sniper rifle that was damaged by the grenade, Zhao Ziyang easily took the AK from his back, but as soon as he took it in his hand, he threw it on the ground: there were no bullets!

At this moment, he saw the Pashtuns who were about to rush to the top of the mountain. Suddenly there was chaos and blood flowers appeared among them.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!..." Every time a bloody flower appears, someone must fall.

Sniper, long-range sniper! No, this is a super long-range sniper!

The Pashtuns who were sniped immediately screamed and hid behind the rocks, stretched out their rifles and shot down the mountain. But soon they no longer dared to show their heads, because they could not find the target at all, and they always showed their heads.

All were killed with precise sniping.

"Idiot, there is a helicopter response at the mountain col five kilometers to the west!" Angel's voice sounded, and Zhao Ziyang could clearly hear Angel speaking while firing the gun for sniping.

"Crazy woman!" Zhao Ziyang cursed heavily and immediately ran towards the west dragging his seriously injured body, looking for the helicopter to respond.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..." A burst of explosions shook the mountains. Zhao Ziyang turned his head and looked down the mountain. He saw that half of the village was instantly razed to the ground, and the fire ignited and spread to the other half.

"no no!"

"Go back! Go back! Quick, quick!"

"..."

As half of the village was destroyed by explosives, the Pashtuns in Dara Village let out extremely chaotic shouts, got out from behind the rocks, and ran desperately towards their village. The village is not important, what is important is their weapons.

Processing workshops are the tools they rely on for their survival.

Seeing the Pashtuns running crazily down the mountain, Zhao Ziyang stood up and raised his middle finger at a certain location down the mountain.

With a "clang" sound, a fist-sized rock beside him made a noise without warning, and then hit Zhao Ziyang hard, knocking him to the ground instantly.

"Special Forces, you are dead!" Angel's cold voice came from the radio.

Obviously, Zhao Ziyang extended his middle finger to her, and then she used a sniper rifle to teach Zhao Ziyang a small lesson.

Zhao Ziyang got up from the ground in embarrassment, and limped towards the location of the helicopter. She was suddenly a little afraid of this Angel. If the warhead just now was a little off, I was afraid that there would be another hole in her body.

Holding his body and running to the mountain col to the west, Zhao Ziyang saw the helicopter parked there and the Archaeopteryx, which was specially responsible for air transport and strikes by lurkers.

"Special Forces, is everything okay? Hahaha..." Archaeopteryx laughed happily and looked at the bloody Zhao Ziyang with interest.

"Dead bird, shut up!" Zhao Ziyang, who climbed onto the helicopter, glared at Archaeopteryx and lay down in the cabin with relief.

"Hey, special forces, don't be so angry. You are the first to be ravaged by the deputy commander like this. You must cherish it, hahahaha..." Archaeopteryx laughed without sympathy and started the helicopter.

At this time, Zhao Ziyang no longer had the energy to argue with Archaeopteryx. He was in a safe environment and naturally under the body's self-protection system, his brain cut off the control of the central nervous system over the body and fell into a coma.

While he was in coma, he felt someone shaking his fist hard at him, but he couldn't feel the pain and couldn't wake up. Apart from that, he could vaguely hear a woman's angry curses...

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It hurts, it hurts all over my body, it hurts as if all the bones in my body are broken.

This was the first feeling when Zhao Ziyang woke up. He opened his eyes with great effort and saw the smiling face of the spirit fox in front of him. However, the smiling face of the spirit fox only appeared for a moment and then disappeared, replaced by a beautiful cold face covered with frost.

Face: Angel!

As soon as he realized that the person in front of him was Angel, Zhao Ziyang felt that his body was grabbed by Angel, and then he floated away into the distance in a burst of clouds and mist.

With a "boom", Zhao Ziyang was thrown hard against the wall by An Qier, and then hit the ground neatly. The pain of broken bones became even more severe.

The pain was in the ribs, and at least two ribs were broken, but I clearly remembered that it was just my lungs that was injured, and my ribs were fine at all!

"I……"

"boom!"

Zhao Ziyang, who had just raised his head to speak, saw a dark shadow flash in front of his eyes, his cheek kissed Angel's little boots heavily, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose again.

With a "crash", a bed was overturned by Zhao Ziyang's body. He curled up into a ball under two consecutive critical blows, and his body twitched.

"Angel!" Linghu scolded Angel loudly, pointed at the door and said angrily: "Get out, you can't treat my patients like this!"

"Huh!" Angel snorted coldly, glanced at Zhao Ziyang who was lying on the ground twitching, tossed his hair, and walked out gracefully.

"Uh... uh..." Zhao Ziyang groaned unbearably, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, falling to the ground drop by drop.

Seeing Zhao Ziyang's miserable state, Linghu helplessly stepped forward and helped him to a hospital bed, reached out and touched his ribs, and said to him regretfully: "Special Forces, I'm sorry, your ribs

It breaks, you have to be patient."

Zhao Ziyang, who was gasping for air-conditioning in pain, asked in pain: "Why did my, my, my, ribs break?"

After asking this question, Zhao Ziyang lay curled up on the hospital bed, covering his broken ribs with both hands and gritting his teeth.

"Will I tell you that it was the deputy captain who beat you? Of course I won't tell you." Linghu had a look on his face that said, "I don't know." He quickly tied Zhao Ziyang's hands and feet to the hospital bed, smiled at him and said softly:

"Don't worry, I'm the gentlest. I'll help you set your bones."

Zhao Ziyang nodded. He knew that the only spirit fox in the entire lurker base was not very perverted, and he was also naughty, lively, cute and gentle.

"Ouch..." A pig-like cry suddenly came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth. His eyes were so wide that he almost opened the corners of his eyes, which were instantly filled with bloodshot threads, and drool mixed with pain and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I seem to have picked up the wrong one." Hearing Zhao Ziyang's cry, Linghu apologized anxiously, then hurriedly corrected his own bone grafting, and said to Zhao Ziyang comfortingly: "Please bear with it.

Actually, I'm not very good at picking people's bones. You are the first guinea pig..."
Chapter completed!