The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

"Notify the dungeon to clean up the people, and confirm that they are dead before leaving." Lina, who was guarded by her subordinates and retreated in an orderly manner, suddenly remembered that there were still two tails left in the dungeon, and immediately ordered to prevent the two from leaving in chaos.

The people on the other side of the dungeon didn't have to wait for Lina's order, and they rushed into the dungeon as soon as the gunshots sounded, and shot straight into the corner where the figure could be seen.

As for whether the target was hit or not, the iron door had to be opened to confirm.

"unlock!"

The Burmese man holding a gun kept his firing posture. The moment the iron door opened, he shot all the way in. The dungeon was filled with some kind of burnt smell. taste.

The dungeon was extremely dark at night. The Burmese man with the gun who smelled the smell calmed down, put down the rifle that kept firing, and walked towards the corner.

A total of two people came in, and there was another person guarding outside the dungeon.

In the corner on one side of the iron gate, Ye Jian put the black long and slender hairpin back in her hair, and she calmly saw that the two were facing the corner, there was a small distance from the iron gate, and she was hiding the corner like an arrow from a string. With a clear and cold determination, he rushed straight out of the iron gate.

"Have……"

The Burmese man who was guarding outside noticed something strange. With a horrified face, he could only open his mouth to shout a tone. The black shadow rushed in front of him and buckled the loaded rifle in his hand at a speed so fast that he had no time to react.

Ye Jian, who had seized the opportunity, didn't have time to grab the gun, so he simply used the risky, but the best way to grasp it. Before the other party fully reacted, he directly took the rifle in the opponent's hand and fired at the two shadows inside. .

The two of them turned around when they heard the sound. They knew that something had been discovered, but unexpectedly they were greeted by continuous shooting of bullets.

The Burmese man who was caught by Ye Jian immediately tried hard to point the gun upward. Ye Jian was faster than him, and he clasped his finger and shot directly inward.

Not a precise shot, but a sweep...

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The people inside had nowhere to escape when the bullets fired continuously hit the people inside. The bullets swept through the body instantly, screaming through the air, and the Burmese man who had his rifle hijacked shouted "Wow".

Ye Jian, whose eyes were cold, used her best strength to grab the rifle. Even if the opponent's elbow slammed into her chest continuously, and the rib in her chest hurt like a fracture, she didn't let go.

To win in danger, to find the best way of fighting in the greatest danger, this is the way of fighting that Xia Jinyuan taught Ye Jian.

Individual soldier action, and Ye Jian, who has no weapons in hand, applies what he has learned and uses the battlefield to gain a chance of survival, and even get the escape weapon.

The two people in the dungeon fell in response, and the roar of the Burmese man was even louder.

"Bang bang bang... bang bang..."

The rifle, whose trigger was pulled by Ye Jian, shot continuously until the barrel began to turn red. The bullets shot to the ground, left and right, and the top again. Large pieces of wall soil fell, not too small. The dungeon was surrounded by gunfire.

"click..."

The sound of an empty box indicating that there was no bullet sounded, Ye Jian, whose chest was hit with a sweet taste in his throat, finally pulled his hand away, and the angry Burmese man threw a gun at Ye Jian with all his might.

There were chaotic gunshots outside and fists in the dungeon. Ye Jian fought the Burmese man who prevented her from leaving.

The elbows formed a 'V' angle, pinching the opponent's neck severely, clenching his teeth and twisting it to the outside, there was a "click" sound from the cervical spine, and the Burmese man, who struggled until his face flushed, suddenly drooped his hands and was no longer breathing.

I still owe one chapter from 6,000 words yesterday, I remember it.