Renn was shot three times, but his advantage was that the parts of the shot were all part of the torso. For him now, although his injuries looked very serious, he knew that he was in a slightly better condition than Wolf on the opposite side.

Wolf was unlucky and was in trouble during the last round of bullets. Rennes was hit in the stomach. His torso was shot, so his injuries were not much better than Rennes. Although he barely supported himself and did not fall down, he could only cover his wounds to prevent him from losing further blood.

No one spoke, and it was not the style of two people at this time that they could take advantage of their mouths. Moreover, they no longer had the strength to irony each other. At this time, they were just looking at their opponents quietly, waiting for who would recover from the pain of being penetrated by bullets first.

In the end, Renn, who was not injured, raised his pistol first. This should be said to be a natural result. After all, Renn was hit on the outside of his legs in the last shot, which was a little advantage than Wolf who was hit in the abdomen.

Wolf was not a fool either. When he saw Rennes lifting his pistol, he also made the wisest decision, which was to lie down without the bleeding wound on his body before Rennes could aim. In this way, both of them became lying on the ground and disappeared from each other's vision.

Because Rennes is an armored soldier, he can only be equipped with a smaller Browning armored soldier special pistol, but cannot be equipped with a larger caliber and stronger infantry Browning pistol. Therefore, Wolf's current situation is still possible, and he was not killed directly by a shot in the abdomen.

However, the straight-turning to the ground caused serious damage to Wolf after being shot. He pulled the wound and made Wolf snort in pain. The habit he had developed for a long time was not the same. He stopped because of the pain. On the contrary, he began to roll his body as soon as he touched the ground.

After regaining his energy, Renn shot at Wolf's place without aiming. After firing, he moved his body as well. The wound on his thigh was heart-wrenching and painful, but the pain was no longer a problem for the sake of life.

He shot Wolf's side, and the splashed mud even collapsed on Wolf's face, but this shot did not have any effect, but Rennes obviously did not intend to stop his attack. After Wolf had just rolled around, the second bullet arrived as scheduled.

After all, Wolf was injured. No matter how fast he reacted in the second shot, he would definitely have flaws. Sure enough, the second shot happened to hit his arm, penetrated his sleeve but did not hurt his body.

But everyone knows that this time it must be a lucky one. As long as Renne fires another shot, Wolf will definitely be shot again. Now, in this situation, it is obviously not far from death.

Wolf, who had already tried his best, did not hesitate. He also raised his revolver and pulled the trigger in the direction of Renne. The bullet flew quickly to Renne's position, leaving a bullet crater where Renne had just left a few seconds ago. At this time, Renne's third shot also flew over, about half a meter longer than Wolf.

Seeing that Wolf's interference shooting had achieved results, he once again blindly fired his second shot, but the bullet still did not hit Rennes. After all, he had to endure the pain of tearing and bumping wounds on his body. The bullet could not have any accurate head. The soil under him was rolled up a little as he rolled up, stuck to his military uniform, making him look embarrassed.

The opposite, Renn was not in good condition. He was like a beggar-like appearance and could not tell that he was an armored soldier ace who had been a thousand times. The blood flowing out of him dyed his pants red, and after being stained with soil, he became extremely dirty. The iron cross medal at the collar had long disappeared. Now Renn is no different from the down-and-out wounded soldiers.

The armored Browning pistol had only 7 rounds of bullets in the magazine, while the revolver issued by the Soviet armored pistol was also loaded with 7 rounds of bullets. The power difference between the two sides was not much, and the caliber of the bullets was comparable. Now there are two bullets left in the Rennes magazine, and there are three rounds in Wolf's magazine.

Of course, Rennes didn't count the bullets in his magazine, and Wolf didn't think he had any advantage of one more bullet than his opponent. Both of them were shooting constantly, trying to kill the opponent as soon as possible with their remaining bullets.

However, their bullets left one crater after another around the other party, but never hit their target again. In the end, Renne's bullets were completely blown away, and Wolf also fired his last bullet in the next second.

Renn stopped rolling, and the violent rolling left him with blood all the way across the distance of seven or eight meters, and Wolf was not much better. The violent bleeding made him sweat. Neither of them continued to move. In this situation, even if they had prepared weapons like bayonets, no one would use them.

Their bodies were covered with gunshot wounds. It was not as simple as having a wound with iron wire, nor was it as easy as being hit by others. No one had the strength to struggle again and pulled out his dagger to give the other party a fatal blow. The two of them were breathing heavily at such a close distance, resting their energy for any of the next subtle movements.

Looking up at the sky full of black smoke rising after burning, Renne placed the pistol on his chest, and then tried his best to use his complete right hand to find a new pistol magazine from his left pocket. Then he pressed the pistol on his trembling and wounded arm, and used his complete palm to endure the pain and stuffed the magazine into the gun handle.

With a slight click, Renne reloaded seven bullets. Not far away, Wolf could not put a bullet into the revolver. He threw off his pistol in anger and pulled out his bayonet from his belt.

Renn smiled. When he endured the severe pain and loaded the pistol bullet with his injured arm, he found that Wolf was trying his best to stand up from the ground. Renn watched Wolf struggle to get up while pointing the gun in his hand at him.

"I won." At the end, Renn seemed to hear some sound coming from a distance, but he really didn't have the energy to explore anything else. After all, Wolf was his last enemy at the moment, and if other Soviet soldiers came again, he could only accept his fate.

So he seemed to squeeze out this phrase from his throat, indicating that he finally won the final victory in this crazy killing. However, Wolf obviously didn't think so. He still struggled to stand up and face Renn not far away with that terrifying face.

As if he had discovered something, Wolf suddenly stopped his movements. He raised his head and stared at the distance with a sudden difficulty: "You are going to die here too, your injury can't last for a few minutes."

"It's okay... I can draw a final point for the Wolf Knight Academy with my own... my life, I'm so happy." Renn cracked his mouth, as if he had discovered something interesting: "That kind of twisted place will eventually become history."

"What's so happy about? People like us can only live in that environment! Have you never had nightmares for so long? Dreaming of the children and old people who were killed by you standing there and shooting at you constantly?" Wolf took back his eyes and stared at Renn and asked, "You didn't realize that your heart beats the most peacefully when you kill someone?"

Renn shook his head slightly and said to Wolf with great difficulty: "When you go... to that... world, continue to repent with... and those people! Wolf!"

He is not a person who likes nonsense, so he said these few words naturally to restore his physical strength. Since he has the ability to fire, he will naturally not speak any big principles or nonsense, so he resolutely pulled the trigger and fired his own bullet.

Wolf also threw his dagger at the same time. Renn's bullet hit Wolf's right shoulder, while Wolf's dagger knocked away Renn's pistol. Wolf staggered and fell to the ground again, but his upper body was still standing upright. Renn was not injured this time, so he turned around and wanted to pick up his gun.

Two seriously injured people were struggling in the soil, one was making the final struggle for his life, and the other was turning around and struggling to pick up his weapons. Wolf was defeated, but he still didn't know that he had lost. He was striving for his victory, as if he was a wolf separated from the group, trying hard to use his teeth and claws to fight for the chance to survive.

He tried his best to kill his opponent Rennes. Even if he shamelessly used more tanks at the beginning, it was just a necessary means to win. These Soviet tanks were not targeting Rennes' crew, and their primary goal was actually the flank of the roundabout imperial division.

Nearly a hundred tanks of various models were first sniped by dozens of them one by five German tanks. Finally, he killed several Tiger tanks by shooting black guns, turning the situation around, but he returned to the tragic road of pistol duels.

Wolf, covered in wounds, stared at Renne, who was also covered in wounds, and wanted to ask loudly: "Why are you not dead yet?"—
Chapter completed!