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Chapter 79: Golden cicada escapes from its shell

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    However, fortunately, this time Cheng Chong simply fell forward and did not faint because of it. All functions of the body are still working normally, and there is no strike yet.

    At this moment, he was very clear-headed, knowing that this was extremely critical and could not tolerate a moment's delay. The opponent had many people, many guns and bullets, but he was alone and outnumbered.  Therefore, we must enter a fighting state immediately, otherwise, the battle may be over before it even begins.

    Cheng Chong used his hands and feet, tried his best, and finally struggled to get up.

    However, when he raised his head and looked forward, he was almost stunned by the scene in front of him.

    What a scene that is!

    But I saw a sparkling scene at the foot of the mountain in front of me. Although the light at this time was extremely dim and the visibility was extremely low, under such a weak and dim light, I could still vaguely see waves interacting with each other, quietly.  The sight of surges lapping against the rocks on the shore.

    How wonderful and touching this scene is!  It's like a sketch with high artistic conception.

    This is an extremely rare river in the Gobi desert.

    This ordinary river may not seem too special to others, but to Cheng Chong, who was extremely thirsty, this scene suddenly made him excited and excited, as if he had suddenly been hit with a powerful stimulant.  , you know, he was already extremely short of water at this moment. Seeing a river appear in front of him so suddenly, his already dry mouth could almost drool, and his eyes that could hardly open could hardly be opened.  Can glow green.

    This is far from what can be described as a long drought followed by gentle rain.

    People may be so strange. Cheng Chong, who had been exhausted for a long time and could hardly summon up any energy, couldn't squeeze out any strength, suddenly saw the river at this moment. He just saw it and didn't get anything at all.  supplement, but he immediately became energetic and full of energy, as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.

    In order to stabilize the morale of the army, Cao Cao, the hero who was on the march, made up a lie about looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst.  But at this moment, Cheng Chong was really looking at the river to quench his thirst. Thinking that there was such a river around him, no matter how he thought about it, he would never feel thirsty again.

    An unknown force suddenly gathered in the body.

    Just when Cheng Chong wanted to rush into the river and drink a lot, which was more than enough to satisfy his thirst for water, fierce gunshots suddenly came from behind. The sharp sound of the whizzing bullets piercing the air was really frightening.  , the heat waves that followed were truly heart-stopping.

    The soldier's instinct prompted Cheng Chong to lie down quickly, and then quickly returned to reality. He lowered his body and lay on the top of the mountain. When he looked back, he saw that the group of arrogant and arrogant militants who were pursuing him had already left him.  They were less than 150 meters away, and before they had time to disperse, they could not wait to fire intensively at the top of the hill where Cheng Chong was hiding.

    Seeing the extremely critical situation in front of him, Cheng Chong quickly calmed down. His head, which had been frozen for a while, suddenly started to work rapidly again.

    If you think about it carefully, if you rush down the river directly at this moment, then these damn militants will definitely seize the hilltop immediately. In that case, they will occupy a favorable position, but they will be completely exposed to their dozens or even tops.  Under the muzzles of hundreds of rifles, he would be buried at the bottom of the river, and even the gods might not be able to save him.

    And if I make good use of this commanding height at this moment and give them several life-threatening counterattacks, relying on the geographical advantage, it is entirely possible to suppress them all under the mountain in a short period of time, unable to raise their heads, and it is impossible for them to easily  Take one step forward.

    At least, it can effectively delay their attack.

    Yes, we must give them a hard head-on blow, beat them thoroughly, beat them to fear, beat them to the ground, beat them so that they dare not move forward easily.  At that time, it would be much safer to rush into the river and take the opportunity to swim across the river.

    More importantly, once you cross the river, the extremely sensitive dog nose is likely to malfunction for a while, because the flowing river water will take away the smell they have been tracking. This is also a way to deal with the almost perverted dog.  A nice touch for a dog's nose.

    Having made up his mind, Cheng Chong quickly aimed the muzzle of his rifle at the group of militants who were just running and shooting and had not had time to disperse. Then he closed his left eye, slightly retracted his right eye, and then used the index finger of his right hand to open the AK47 rifle.  Pull the trigger to the end.

    Da da da¡­¡­

    ak47 rifle sprays outThey raised their heads to fight back, so after a while, while suppressing fire, they continued to quietly disperse to both sides to encircle the hilltop.

    It has to be said that the hazy and deep night once again provided Cheng Chong with selfless protection and protection, and he once again successfully escaped from the golden cicada's shell.  Otherwise, in the extremely dangerous battles along the way, I am afraid that he would have sacrificed his life for the country long ago and died gloriously. What else can be said?

    Night is indeed the best camouflage, it is far more economical and more affordable than those camouflage clothes, and it seems to be more accurate and effective.

    Taking advantage of this free moment, Cheng Chong rushed to the river in one breath like a tiger descending a mountain. He did not follow the movement standards and procedures of soldiers for armed swimming, strictly arranged his clothes, and then rolled up his sleeves and trousers to do a good job.  Make water and waterproof preparations accordingly.

    Instead, he didn¡¯t care about anything and just plunged into the water.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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