"Baka yarou".
"Bang bang bang".
A tree next to Kong Hui was hit by a bullet, and they immediately changed positions, crouching down to try and determine the direction from which the bullet had come.
"They've run away, chase after them immediately."
"Wait..." Kong Hui quickly pulled his companion aside.
“He has a pistol. We need to let him run out of range first before we fire.”
A typical pistol has a range of about fifty meters, but Kong Hui and his team have two rifles with a range of over one hundred meters, which greatly reduces the chance of injury.
Once the enemy has used up their non-damaging bullets, they can easily capture the person.
Bamboo gritted her teeth and endured her injured leg, running forward desperately, deliberately walking in an S-shape, keeping a distance of about several tens of meters from Kong Hui and the others.
Bamboo was puzzled. The Chinese people had clearly spotted him, so why didn't they chase after him or fire their guns?
I just thought of this question.
"Bang bang bang".
Gunshots rang out ahead, and Bamboo quickly lay down on the ground to avoid the bullets.
Damn it, Chinese people are all cunning foxes.
Even if I had enough bullets, it wouldn't have mattered after running such a long distance!
Those Chinese could easily kill themselves with their rifles.
He was just thanking the moon, saying that the bright moonlight would make it easier for him to do his mission and avoid the wolves.
Damn it, the more grateful he was just now, the more he hated the bright moonlight.
The opposing marksman had already grazed his shoulder twice, rendering him completely immobile.
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