C750 survival in danger
C750 survival in danger
After throwing down more than ten corpses, no one dared to reveal themselves after the first wave of attacks.
"Charge forward!" Tsukiba Hattori crawled to the side of the Indian military officer commanding the Border Patrol Unit and shouted at him in English: "What are you waiting for? He didn't have many bullets! Are you Indian soldiers that afraid of death? "
"Bastard!" "Why don't you and your men rush forward! We've already lost more than ten people, and you still dare to send my people to their deaths! "
"Don't forget, I gave you money! That's enough money for you to live the rest of your life well! "
The Indian officer was immediately discouraged by the mention of money. Accepting money and getting rid of others. If he and his aide-de-camp hadn't taken the Japanese's money, why would he be here? He had originally thought that it would be a simple military operation without any deaths. However, he didn't expect it to end like this. His men had already been killed more than a dozen times. This matter could not be concealed at all. Once the military investigated, he would not be able to enjoy even if he was rich!
"I'm going to go with you and your people. Fuck, I took your money, but you didn't say you were such a formidable opponent!"
Tsukiba Hattori suddenly raised his gun.
"Don't move!" a guard next to the Indian officer snapped.
Tsukiba Hattori lowered the gun, "If you and your men attack that person and help me catch him, I will give you another million dollars. If you get the money, you can leave India and live somewhere else. "
The Indian officer hesitated. "Two million dollars."
A cold smile surfaced on the corner of Tsukiba Hattori's mouth, "You are very greedy, but it's a deal."
The Indian officer gave the order, "Charge! He had no bullets! Whoever kills him, I'll give them a hundred thousand dollars! The rest, I'll give you five hundred thousand dollars to share! "
One hundred thousand dollars was an astronomical number for the lowest class of soldiers in India. Even if they didn't kill the man on the mountain top, they could still share five hundred thousand dollars with others. After all, that was a lot of money. Wealth came from danger, plus the officer said that the people at the top of the mountain were out of bullets, the hidden Indian soldier launched another charge.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out from the top of the mountain.
An Indian soldier who had just rushed out of cover was shot in the head and fell to the ground.
The Indian soldier who had just raised his morale showed signs of depression again. Although being rich was tempting, he had to be alive to enjoy it! There was only one life, and when faced with death, no matter who it was, they would feel fear.
Boom! *
A Japanese soldier took advantage of the time when Xia Lei was shooting down an Indian soldier to shoot a grenade at the top of the mountain.
BOOM!
The grenade exploded near Xia Lei's sniping point, setting off flames and dust.
"Charge forward!" roared the Indian officer.
"Da Da Da ?"
Bang Bang Bang...
The Indian soldier rushed up the hill in a frenzy. The charging Indian soldiers shot while running, using their firepower to suppress Xia Lei.
This time, it seemed to work. The sniper on top of the hill did not shoot the target again. The Indian soldiers quickly approached the highest point of the mountain. To the Indian soldiers, it was not just the cliff that they were looking at. There were also bundles of United States dollars.
"It's a success!" At the bottom of the mountain, a Japanese soldier said to Tsukiba Hattori. He was the one who had almost injured Xia Lei with the grenade launcher.
"You two, don't let those Indians kill him. I want him alive." Tsukiba Hattori said.
The Japanese gunman who had spoken gestured to his companion, then stepped out from behind the rock cover.
However, the moment he stepped out of the rock, a bullet flew over, piercing into his left eye and coming out from the back of his head. He could not even feel the sensation of death before he was already dead.
The other soldier's face turned pale as he subconsciously fell towards the rock cover.
Unfortunately, he was a step too late.
If he'd done it in the instant his partner had been shot, it would have been too late. However, he only did so after being shocked to death by a bullet and being stunned for a moment. His reaction speed was actually fast enough, but it was still not faster than the bullet.
Puff!
Such a sound of a hot water bottle being burst out of his body, and then, fresh blood spurted out from his neck, splashing all over Tsukiba Hattori's face before falling to the ground.
Tsukiba Hattori's face was pale white, he hid behind the rocks and did not dare to move an inch.
His plan had gone smoothly so far, but he hadn't planned that the man he'd brought with him would die so badly. Twelve family samurai, all of them dead in one battle! One had to know that he had brought along these twelve family samurai s and fought on the battlefield of the Middle East for an entire year without suffering any casualties. Not many people knew of the Moon Blade Legion's existence, but those who did know of it would go pale. He had also relied on the military power he had built up to fish in troubled waters in the Middle East to make a fortune in war. However, all glory was wiped out tonight. He did not dare believe that with his and the twelve family samurai s' strength, coupled with this Mountain Master India's Border Patrol Unit, they would not be able to take down a single Xia Lei!
He took off the Barrett M8A21 on his back, anger and Zhi Zun made him want to fight with Xia Lei in a snipe. However, just as he grabbed onto the M8A21 sniper rifle and was about to do that, his gaze shifted towards family samurai, who was lying on the ground beside him. Looking at family samurai who died with half of her neck ripped off, his courage suddenly disappeared.
He looked at his wrist watch, "Fuck, are we going to wait for all those Indians to die and all of Xia Lei's ammunition before we capture them? Damn it! No one can renege on my loss! "
The safest way to catch someone like Xia Lei was to exhaust all of his ammunition. As long as he had a gun in his hand and bullets in the gun, then he was an existence close to death!
After two shots, no more shots were fired from the top of the hill.
Xia Lei's bullets seemed to have been exhausted.
"He's out of bullets! Charge up and catch him! " This time, even the Indian officer hiding behind the rock bunker rushed out, wild with joy.
At the top of the hill, the Indian soldier roared madly and pulled the trigger as he charged up the hill.
For the surviving Indian soldiers, they had undoubtedly survived their most difficult times, and all that remained was to count the money.
More than thirty of the Indian soldiers finally reached the top of the mountain and arrived at the place where Xia Lei and the rest were gathered. There was a sniper rifle on the rock, and an empty magazine. Xia Lei truly did not have any bullets, but he was nowhere to be seen at the top of the mountain.
"Fuck, what's going on?"
"Impossible!" He must be hiding, find him! "
"There's blood!"
"Where did he go? He's injured!"
"Catch him!"
A group of Indian soldiers discovered the place where Xia Lei butchered the dogs, saw the dog blood that was splattered on the snow, and rushed towards that cliff in ecstasy.
There was still no one at the bottom of the cliff. The traces of dog blood extended all the way to the crack in the stone that Xia Lei had sealed with the stone.
"It's injured! He's hiding in the rocks! Surround him! " The Indian officer commanded his soldiers excitedly.
A large group of Indian soldiers swarmed into the crevices of the rocks.
However, at this moment, a person suddenly emerged from the snow behind them. One person, one shot, and a pair of underwear.
Bang Bang Bang...
blast assault rifle quickly spat out its shell and bullets shot out from its muzzle. One by one, all the Indian soldiers fell to the ground like wheat being cut off. They died in different situations, but there was an astonishing unity between them. Although the people shooting at them were using assault rifles, they were all shot in the head. They did not get more than one shot!
To do this, how terrifying must the combination of the hand, eye, and brain be? No one knew, because they had never done it before. But Xia Lei did it, his brain, his left eye, the moment his hands opened fire, it was as if a super computer was directing a super precise robot through precise work, efficient, accurate, and without the slightest error.
Of course, for him to be able to do this, the blast assault rifle's superiority was also a very important reason. If he had been given an AK-47 with a powerful recoil, or some other assault rifle, even his brain, his hands, and his eyes would not have been strong enough to defy the heavens, he would not have been able to do that.
However, there was still one missing person, the Indian officer.
When Xia Lei shot at him, there were no bullets shot out from the muzzle of the gun.
The Indian officer was already scared to the point of peeing, but when Xia Lei pulled the trigger, he was stunned for a moment before laughing out loud, "You don't have any bullets? You killed them. You saved me a lot. "I really have to thank you. Kneel ?"
Xia Lei suddenly waved his hand.
"Kneel ?" As the word "kneel" came out of his mouth, the Indian officer fell to the ground with his head held high, a throwing knife protruding from his forehead.
"I also have to thank you for the ammunition." Xia Lei said. He threw away the exhausted blast assault rifle in his hands and quickly walked towards the pile of dead bodies of the Indian soldiers.
He had a good time. He had the weapons and ammunition from the Indian army, and the Americans behind the hill were almost there. That was why he had just given up fighting the Americans and killed the Indians. Although there were a lot of soldiers on the Indian patrol team, their military prowess was very low, so killing them wouldn't be difficult. Once he chose to engage the Americans in a firefight and use up ammunition, he would be caught in a two-pronged pincer. Without bullets, there were only two final outcomes: either suicide or arrest.
The low quality weapons of the Indian Army made Xia Lei frown, but he had nothing to be picky about. He randomly picked up a few assault rifles and a dozen more magazines, then left the cliff, ready to move.
There was still one Japanese left who had not been killed. That was a future threat, but now he also had no other choice. However, it was much better than the terrible situation they had just been in.
Stepping over the cliff, in a split-second, Xia Lei suddenly pounced to the side.