Yang Fei turned around, glanced at Brother Zhou, and gave a dry laugh.
"Just lucky, just lucky."
At that moment, twelve hundred meters away, a soldier kneeled on one knee, shouldered a shoulder-fired missile launcher, aiming at their direction.
Faced with such a terrifying scene, Brother Zhou and Agu's faces turned pale.
A missile was launched earlier that nearly cooked everyone like dumplings.
This time, another round would certainly collapse the mine.
Yang Fei also saw it and cursed.
"Damn lousy brush that won't bloom, warlord style, bullying with firepower, absolutely outrageous."
As he spoke, he moved his rifle to aim at the missile operator.
Brother Zhou had long since dragged Agu into cover, watching Jack still foolishly aiming at the missile operator, suddenly shouted aloud.
"Damn it, stop aiming, at a thousand meters, the bullet goes astray, the firing trajectory is curved, it's impossible to hit the enemy, take cover!"
