National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

Just as the bullet was about to pierce Zhang Yang's body, Zhang Yang felt a force pushing him from the side.

Zhang Yang was pushed to the ground by a huge force. Looking back, he found that it was Ken Cooper who pushed him down!

"No--" As Zhang Yang roared heart-wrenchingly, the bullets mercilessly pierced Ken Cooper's body.

Swish, swish, swish——

Blood immediately gushed out of Ken Kubo's body. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Ken Kubo--" Zhang Yang almost screamed and tried to pull him up, but he heard the whistling of bullets in his ears again, forcing him to lie down and avoid it.

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Ping——

"Damn it." After running out of bullets, Malz cursed inwardly and continued to run away.

But they were already outside the camp, and in such an open area, how could Zhang Yang let him escape?

"Here comes the gun!"

Zhang Yang snatched a Mosin from the slave worker next to him. Even though this was a bare gun without a scope, there was no hesitation in Zhang Yang's eyes.

An angry Zhang Yang half-knelt on the ground, assumed a sniper posture, pulled the bolt, and the three points were in a straight line, locking onto Maltz who was staggering and running in the distance.

The wooden buttstock exudes a rustic temperament, with natural and clear texture. Although the metal part is slightly mottled, it still reveals a tough texture.

The long barrel exudes majesty, and the front sight is like a sharp eye, staring steadily ahead.

"You have no hope!" Zhang Yang thought for a moment and pulled the trigger!

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A bullet shot out from Mosin's gun, cutting through the dust and heading towards the man in the distance.

The shot was extremely accurate, like a hunter firmly locking onto the target. No matter how Malz staggered and moved while fleeing in front, it was of no use.

欻——

The bullet hit Malz right in the center of the back of his head and exited from the front of his crown.

The plasma drawn out drew an arc in the air, and the latter's body turned like ballet and fell on the barren rock face.

"Oh my god..." The slave laborer next to him was completely impressed by Zhang Yang's marksmanship.

Zhang Yang quickly came to Kenkubo's body and tried to save him.

"Ken Kubo, hold on, maybe we can still save him, hold on!"

Zhang Yang tore off his clothes like crazy, and under the transformation of all things, the clothes quickly turned into white bandages.

Zhang Yang wrapped the bandage around Ken Kubo's wound while crying.

However, due to too many wounds and two bullets hitting near the heart, no matter how hard Zhang Yang tried to save him, Ken Cooper was already beyond help due to excessive blood loss.

"Thank you..." Ken Kubo coughed out the last bit of blood and phlegm, opened his eyes with his last bit of strength, and looked at the strange man in front of him who looked like a god descended from heaven.

"I'm free..." He forced a smile and handed the blue bird pendant in his pocket to Zhang Yang's palm.

Then he closed his eyes and completely lost his life.

"Ken Kubo!"

"Ken Kubo—"

Zhang Yang half-knelt on the ground, holding the blue bird pendant tightly in his hand, and crying while hugging Ken Kubo's body.

The scene of when I first met Ken Cooper kept replaying in my mind, and tears couldn't stop rolling down my cheeks.

【Hello, brother, do you know where this is? 】

[This is... Hell on Earth. ]

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[Do you know Ye Dong? ]

[What a strange name. My name is Ken Cooper.]

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【Is this your friend's?】

[He is a man who longs for freedom, and this gloomy cage cannot hold him.]

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【I'll show you a magic trick. 】

【Guess what's inside? 】

【soil.】

【It’s a bluebird.】

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【I am preparing to rebel tonight. 】

[Are you... too fast? ]

【Do you believe me? 】

【Of course I believe you, my friend. 】

[After all, you are the one who can conjure up a blue bird...]

When Zhang Yang first arrived at this place, it was Ken Cooper who patiently explained everything to him.

When he was at a loss at the construction site, it was Kennkubo who took him along the transport route.

It was he who provided Zhang Yang with the camp information and was the first person to unconditionally support Zhang Yang's rebellion.

He had endured the beatings of hot whips, he had tasted both meat and vegetarian meals, and he had looked up at the blue sky in the walled world.

Zhang Yang still has a lot of magical powers that he hasn't shown him yet. Let him see what it means to shoot a bullet from the hip and leave no trace behind!

Zhang Yang originally planned to make him the second-in-command of the camp after the rebellion was successful.

Zhang Yang thought he would stay with him for a long, long time...

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The rebellion was successful, and Zhang Yang led the remaining slaves to take over the camp at a huge cost.

Most of the guards had died suddenly, and the few who surrendered were locked up in the basement.

The entire camp was littered with corpses, and the sky seemed to be dyed red with blood.

Cries of grief were heard everywhere. Although many slaves survived, they also lost their best friends.

Finally, Zhang Yang came to the rooftop of the main building surrounded by the crowd and delivered a speech to formally establish his power.

"The Blue Bird is our faith, even if blood flows like a river..."

“No matter how dark the sky is today, it will be bright tomorrow!”

"The darkest hour has passed. At least from tomorrow on, there will be no more wailing and no more ridicule!"

"The days of being whipped!"

"The days of eating rat meat!"

"The days of being abused and manipulated by others!"

"It's gone forever!"

"Okay!" xn

Downstairs in the main building, countless sympathetic slaves clapped their hands excitedly, wishing they could clap their hands until they were torn apart.

"From now on, no one can exploit our strength or trample on our dignity!"

"We stood up! Right now! Nearly a hundred slave workers stood up!"

"Under! the! sky!" Zhang Yang raised his arms and shouted, closed his eyes to commemorate his dead brothers, and two lines of tears flowed down.

"Long live freedom! Long live the bluebird!"

Downstairs, Baker took the lead and shouted.

"Long live freedom! Long live the bluebird!" xn

The slave laborers, whose numbers were almost halved, all cried with tears streaming down their cheeks.

They shouted in unison, and the clanging sound resounded through the clouds and reached the distant nine heavens.

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On the barren land, a Nottel T1 was moving forward bumpily.

There were four people in the front of the vehicle, and several well-trained soldiers were sitting in the back, holding the handlebars.

"Boss, the camp owners won't blame us for going back so late, right?" The young man driving the car, wearing an old-fashioned steel helmet, asked.

"After all, the journey is long, and we encountered an ambush at Lanluo Heights." Bill, the co-pilot, responded indifferently.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He hadn't shaved for several days, but that was fine.

man!

"Boss, there is a shabby church over there. I don't think we have ever been there."

In the back row, a young man pointed at the dilapidated building in the distance and spoke curiously.

"Well, let's go take a look." Bill nodded, and the younger brother who was driving quickly turned around.

"Boss, if we go back too late, it will be hard to report to the boss."

"It's okay. I told you we were attacked by people from Roland Heights."

"Oh, yes, we were attacked, we were attacked." The younger brother said as if he suddenly understood, nodding rapidly.