Chapter 2 Shootout

A sudden gunshot made Gao Yang stunned for a moment, before he could open his mouth to shout for help, a burst of violent gunshots followed.

Hearing the gunshots like popping beans, Gao Yang turned his head suddenly, but saw two groups of people shooting at each other about five or six hundred meters away from him. Clear, but Gao Yang can be sure, this is not hunting, this is someone exchanging fire, this is war.

Gao Yang's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he immediately lay down in the grass without thinking. Although the distance was still far away, Gao Yang didn't want to be hit by a stray bullet, nor to be discovered by the fighting twins. God knows what it is When people are fighting, it is better to avoid it.

He could only hear violent gunshots, and his sight was blocked by tall grass, but Gao Yang didn't intend to get up to see what happened. He just prayed that no one would see him.

The battle started suddenly, but the gunshots soon faded away, but they did not stop completely, and Gao Yang was surprised to find that the gunshots were getting closer and closer to him.

Gunshots sounded from time to time, approaching him at a fast speed.

Gao Yang groaned secretly in his heart. Under the condition of a large amount of adrenaline being secreted, he only felt his mouth was dry, his hair stood on end, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Gao Yang forced himself to calm down, he pulled out the hunting knife stuck in his waist, took a few deep breaths, carefully raised his head, and observed it.

Two black men in camouflage uniforms ran towards Gao Yang's hiding place one after the other, and behind them, there were seven or eight people chasing after them, and at the same time they kept shooting at the two black men who were fleeing for their lives. After a cloud of blood exploded from the chest of the black man behind, he fell to the ground.

The only remaining black man was still running towards Gao Yang. The terrible thing was that this black man ran faster than his mother's rabbit. The distance was hundreds of meters, but it took less than a minute from the sound of the gunshot to the present. At this time, the distance between Gao Yang and Gao Yang was less than fifty meters, and under the desperate running of that black man, this distance was still shortening rapidly.

The fleeing black shot back from time to time in order to slow down the speed of the pursuers. When he turned around again, the gun in his hand didn't ring. There was no bullet in his gun, and then a bullet hit the right target. It hit his head, and after a muffled "poof", the black man's brains were flying all over the sky.

Gao Yang lay on the ground and could see everything that happened without raising his head, because if the black man hadn't died, he would have stepped on Gao Yang's body if he ran two more steps.

When the last black man who escaped fell, there was a burst of cheers, but at this time Gao Yang just wanted to cry. He regretted not running at the beginning. Attention, now he wants to run but it is too late.

The cheering stopped quickly, and then a voice rang out.

"Yiga, go over and check, the others are cleaning the battlefield, we have to leave quickly."

The speaker was speaking in English. Although the accent was a bit strange, Gao Yang had no problem understanding it.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. After looking at the corpse that could be reached with a stretch of his hand, Gao Yang knew that hiding could not go on any longer. After hesitating for a while, Gao Yang decided that it would be better to take the initiative.

In order not to cause misunderstanding, Gao Yang inserted the hunting knife into his back first, then lay down on the ground and shouted loudly in English: "Don't shoot, I'm Chinese, I don't have a gun, I'm not threatening, I just encountered an air crash Survivors, please listen clearly, I am from Huaxia,

I'm a plane crash survivor and I'm not a threat. "

"Who is it, come out, put up your hand and come out."

Gao Yang was slightly relieved that the opponent didn't shoot immediately.

"I'm out, don't shoot, I'm sorry, I'm injured, very serious, the action will be slower, please don't shoot."

While speaking, Gao Yang stood up slowly, then he raised his hands and stood where he was. At this moment, he found that the nearest black man was about seven or eight meters away, and there were six other black men. More or less far or near, they were scattered about a hundred meters away from him, but at this moment everyone pointed their guns at him.

Seeing Gao Yang's face, the black man closest to Gao Yang seemed to believe that Gao Yang was not in any danger, and his expression relaxed a lot when he saw Gao Yang's face. At this moment, someone shouted in the distance: "Yiga, who is it?"

The black man named Iga was holding a rusty AK47, wearing a shabby camouflage uniform, and he was wearing a pair of flip flops. He didn't look like a regular army.

A black man named Yiga aimed his gun at Gao Yang, and ran quickly to Gao Yang. After a careful look, he tilted his head slightly, and shouted to the people behind him: "It's a yellow-skinned guy!" , He said he was from Huaxia, and he didn’t have a gun on him.”

Gao Yang raised his hands high, and although he was extremely nervous, he still forced a smile and said loudly: "Sir, I was in a plane crash, and I was the only one who survived. If you and your friends can help me, I will do everything in my power." To reward you, please don’t kill me, I will give you a lot of money, saving me is more beneficial to you.”

While speaking, Gao Yang stared intently at the gun in Yiga's hand. He and Yiga were almost face to face, and the muzzle of the gun was within reach of his head. Pull the trigger.

After Gao Yang finished speaking, he didn't get any reply from Yijia, but heard a word he never wanted to hear from someone far away from him: "Kill him!"

Gao Yang's heart cooled down, but Yiga didn't pull the trigger directly, but turned his head back and shouted loudly: "He said he can give us a lot of money."

"Idiot, kill him!"

After hearing the words "kill him" again, Gao Yang didn't hesitate any more, took advantage of Yiga's movement without turning his face, Gao Yang's left hand grabbed the muzzle of the gun in front of him, and at the same time raised the muzzle of the gun, his right hand He pulled out the hunting knife from his waist, and then he jumped forward suddenly, throwing Yiga to the ground.

At the same time that Yiga was pinned down on him, Gao Yang had already drawn out the hunting knife, and Yiga was suddenly attacked, and instinctively pulled the trigger, and the rapid gunshots rang in Gao Yang's ears, because the gun had been shot just now. Because of the shooting, the barrel of the gun Gao Yang held in his hand was very hot, and after Yiga pulled the trigger and fired the bullet, the muzzle of the gun became even hotter. Gao Yang endured the pain and refused to let go, trying not to let the muzzle aim Then, he stabbed the hunting knife in Yiga's abdomen obliquely from bottom to top.

After stabbing the hunting knife to the end, Gao Yang leaned his body, pulled out the knife and stabbed fiercely from bottom to top. This knife pierced from the abdominal cavity to the heart. After Yijia twitched for a while, he finally stopped moved.

It sounds slow, but in fact everything happened very quickly. From Gao Yang's start to the end, only two or three seconds passed, and at this time, those people who were far away from Gao Yang had just reacted.

After Gao Yang took the AK47 in his hand, he took a deep breath, then got up and knelt down on one knee, raised the gun and aimed quickly, "pop" and "pop" were two shots.

Gao Yang fired two shots, and the two figures fell to the ground. Both were shot in the chest and died immediately.

After Gao Yang quickly fired two shots, he immediately rolled over and fell to the ground. He did not forget to pull out his hunting knife from Yiga's body, and immediately crawled to the side. After he quickly crawled away, the bullet landed on the ground. The grass clippings flew straight to the place where he had just shot.

Gao Yang's sharp marksmanship frightened the enemy. Although he opened fire violently, no one dared to rush over. Gao Yang was actually taken aback by his own marksmanship. He did not expect his marksmanship to be so accurate after so many years.

After Gao Yang climbed more than ten meters, the gunshots stopped. Gao Yang didn't dare to climb any more. He stopped and slowly raised himself up to take a look, only to see that the remaining four people on the other side were all bowing. Body, slowly approaching him.

After Gao Yang took a deep breath, he quickly got up and knelt down on one knee. After two gunshots, another person fell to the ground.

This time the opponent was prepared, and the exposed area was very small. Gao Yang fired two shots, but only hit one enemy.

Killing people, grabbing guns, and then shooting quickly was not what Gao Yang had planned from the beginning. He still hoped that the other party would let him go, and even provide him with help. He did it with a desperate mentality, and it succeeded, which was completely beyond his expectation. In short, everything happened like that, but the second time he shot, Gao Yang did it consciously, but the effect was worse.

After shooting to expose his position, Gao Yang lay down on the ground again and crawled quickly, pretending not to hear the "cluster" sound of the bullets drilling into the soil around him, and just crawled forward with his head muffled.

When the gunshots stopped again, Gao Yang stopped crawling and carefully raised his head to observe again, but this time he did not find the opponent's trace. The thick and tall grass provided good cover for both sides. Lying on the ground, it is difficult to find each other's traces.

After taking a short breath, Gao Yang slowly crawled forward. His right knee was in pain, and his left hand was swollen from the heat of the gun barrel. Gao Yang could only grit his teeth and move slowly.

At this moment, the prairie was silent, and it didn't look like a life-and-death struggle at all. After crawling for tens of meters, Gao Yang stopped and observed again, but happened to see a black man with only a little forehead showing, looking towards him I looked around here, but I didn't seem to find him.

The distance between the two sides was about 70 to 80 meters, and the opponent did not dare to approach quickly, which made Gao Yang a little relieved. He finally had time to check how many bullets were left.