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The moment the second black shadow came over from the parapet, Musa finally roared angrily.

He didn't fire.

The distance is too close, and the AK will get in the way in such a narrow shooting pit.

Musa directly picked up the butt of the gun and smashed it like a hammer.

The butt of the gun hit the figure hard on the shoulder.

The opponent groaned and hit the side wall of the shooting pit, but rushed up again the next second.

The two struggled in the muddy water.

No one cares about the rules, no one cares about the posture.

Just raw banging and swearing.

Shen Fei lay on the edge of the shooting pit, breathing heavily.

It's not that he doesn't want to help, it's just that he really can't move.

Although the bullets just now did not penetrate the bulletproof plate, the blunt impact almost smashed his chest.

With every breath he took, his ribs felt like they were being pinched.

My ears were still ringing, my vision was getting dark, and my throat was filled with the smell of rust.

He couldn't even tell if the blood in his mouth was from biting his tongue, or from the shock to his chest.

Not far away, the main trench was in complete chaos.

Someone is shooting.

Someone was screaming.

Someone was calling Victor.

Others were yelling something in Russian, their voices mixed with the gunshots and becoming fragmented.

This is not a fight.

It was a group of people in the dark who were about to be frightened crazy, holding guns, knives and fists, trying to survive in the mud until the next second.

Just then,

Shen Fei suddenly caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that the enemy that was pressing on him just now was not completely dead yet.

He fell in the mud, half of his face was covered with mud and blood, and his expression could not be seen clearly. Blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and his breathing was like a broken bellows.

Every stroke was heavy and difficult.

His hand was still moving, bit by bit, as if he wanted to touch the fallen weapon next to him.

Shen Fei gritted his teeth, propped up half of his body, and almost crawled over.

The enemy seemed to notice something, making a vague sound in his throat, and his body instinctively wanted to shrink back.

Shen Fei didn't give him a chance, he held the handle of the knife with both hands and pressed it down violently.

The moment the blade penetrated the side of the opponent's neck, Shen Fei felt an extremely clear resistance.

It's not the blood bar in the game.

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