Gu Xifeng fell heavily on the grass and felt something warm behind his head. He rubbed his head and looked back, only to see a terrifying crater not far behind him. Da Vinci was lying on the edge of the crater in pain. His lower body was covered in blood.
Da Vinci looked at Gu Wenxi's confused expression and used all his strength to yell in pain, "Run!"
Gu Xifeng was the only exception in Group 7. He was the best at sneaking away from the battlefield, ready to raise his gun and surrender at any time, and then look for an opportunity to shoot.
Da Vinci's shout was like the sound of a starting gun on the track and field field. It hurt his eardrums. He instantly returned to the battlefield of the past. His comrades, who were covered in blood, were desperately waving their arms in the midst of the gunfire, telling him to leave quickly.
So, before his brain could think clearly, his body had already reacted instinctively. With a whoosh, he ran out of the grass like a fat rabbit.
He stared and desperately ran forward, waving his arms desperately. His round fingers desperately scratched in the wind in the forest, but he could not catch anything. It was futile.
The figure that was about to enter the dense forest suddenly stopped.
Gu Xifeng turned around and began to desperately run back.
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Da Vinci stared at Gu Xifeng, who had run back to him, and roared angrily, "Why didn't you run!"
Gu Xifeng looked at his legs that had been blown to pieces. His expression was extremely ugly. He seemed to want to cry but did not. He explained in a trembling voice, "I can't run anymore."
Da Vinci looked at him strangely as if he was looking at an idiot. He gritted his teeth and refused to let the pain in his body force him to groan for mercy. Hearing the gunshots that were getting clearer and clearer behind him, he looked at the rapid figures of the elite special forces in the forest. His chest was cold. He gasped and said, "Then what do we do now?"
After saying this, his throat moved slightly, and he spat out blood. His face was even paler.
Gu Xifeng half-knelt in the grass in front of him. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and said in a trembling voice, "Let's die together."
"Die together my ass," Da Vinci gasped and said, "When did Group 7 ever do this?"
Gu Xifeng's expression was a bit sluggish. After a moment, she said, "I already said that I'm the special one. I don't have good stamina, so why can't I?"
The light in Da Vinci's eyes grew dimmer and dimmer. He knew that Old Gu was right. It seemed that the two of them could only die here today. While he was waiting for death, he still could not forget the quarrel from before. He struggled to ask intermittently, "You … just now … said … nonsense. What do you mean?"
Gu Xifeng sat down in the grass and didn't even look at the figures of the special forces members who had already rushed out of the forest. She panted and said, "I'm the best at Electric Control in Group 7. Boss and Old Bai spoil me because they value talent."
It was unknown whether it was the final radiance of the setting sun or the burning of his life, but Da Vinci's breathing became much steadier. His face was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss, but he still had the mood to ridicule. He said, "Back then, during the small meeting in the team, everyone wanted to invite this young master to the seventh group. If he had agreed at that time, you wouldn't have had the chance to be so arrogant. Let's see what you can be so proud of."
"I'm going to die." Gu Xifeng rubbed her hair in frustration and then cried in pain. "Da Vinci, you're going to die too. I'm going to die too. Don't be afraid!"
Da Vinci lay on his back in the blood-soaked grass. With his increasingly blurred vision, he looked at the enemies who were closing in on him. He said in a low and trembling voice, "Don't be afraid … Ever since I came to the West Woods … I … I … won't be afraid anymore."
A clear gunshot rang out from an unknown direction in the forest and reverberated in the air.
Gu Xifeng knew that these pursuers were more cold-blooded and cruel than the people of the Empire. They would never give him any chance to pretend to surrender and shoot him in the back. Thus, when the gunshot rang out, he closed his eyes. He didn't want to use his dirty tactics against those black barrels out of habit. He didn't want to embarrass Group 7 in the last moments of his life.
The gunshot rang out, reverberated, and then disappeared. It was only a very short period of time, but to Gu Xifeng, it was as long as his own life. After the incident, he even insisted that he saw all the important scenes from his birth to his death, including the first time he fired a gun on the battlefield and the first time he visited a prostitute.
Why wasn't it as painful as the previous few times? Or was it because people didn't feel pain after they died? Gu Xifeng, who was holding Da Vinci's body in his arms, opened his eyes hesitantly after what he thought was a very long period of time. Then, he saw a scene that he never expected. His dry mouth opened subconsciously, but he didn't make any sound.
Twenty meters away, the Federation special forces soldier who was aiming a Cayenne light gun at him suddenly had a delicate and round hole appear between his eyebrows. Then, a terrifying blood-soaked flower bloomed from the hole.
Bang! The clear and dull gunshot rang out from behind the forest again. Then, a second and third gunshot rang out. It was as clear as music!
The few Federation special forces elites who were about to pull the trigger and kill Gu Xifeng and Da Vinci suddenly had countless bloody holes appear on their bodies. After a series of muffled popping sounds, their bodies trembled violently, and they fell to the ground dead.
Then, a grenade dragged a long tail and flew in a crooked manner in the forest. It whistled through the air above the grass at high speed and pierced into the back of the forest like a poisonous snake. It accurately hit and instantly destroyed an armored mountain vehicle behind the forest.
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Xu Le's left foot was in front of him, and his right foot was behind him. His body was as calm and straight as a poplar tree. The modified gun in his hands made muffled sounds with a steady rhythm. Every time there was a flash of light, a special forces soldier from the small-eyed special forces would fall to the ground in the forest.
The distance wasn't too far, and the positions he chose to shoot were all focused on the heads and throats of the special forces soldiers. Blood kept spurting out between the eyebrows and throats of the special forces soldiers, and they fell like wheat that had been cut down by the muzzle of his gun.
Under the big tree a few meters away, the ashen-faced Xiong Linquan had already activated the heavy gun in his hands. The whistling rain of bullets was like the fishing net of the Grim Reaper, trapping the scattered enemies within. Every time the net was pulled, a piece of flesh would be torn apart.
After the team's last grenade successfully destroyed the armored mountain vehicle, this sudden battle ended.
The battle ended too quickly. The few startled birds on the treetops didn't even have time to fly away. The forest quickly returned to silence. Only the bloody corpses and the burnt yellow bark on the ground proved what had happened in the short span of a dozen seconds.
When the team members cleared the periphery of the forest, they captured four injured captives. However, at this time, no one cared about these guys. Everyone anxiously ran back to the grass and came to Gu Xifeng and Da Vinci's side.
Looking at the crying Gu Xifeng and the shocking blood on the grass, everyone's expression gradually stiffened.
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