Due to the low temperature, the river water has already frozen.

The veteran of the firing squad tried to run onto the single-plank bridge, but Qin Fei fired two shots, hitting the bridge. He was so frightened that he jumped off the bridge and landed on the ice.

Qin Fei changed a new magazine - since he only brought a pistol, he carried eight magazines tonight. In comparison, the Makarov pistol bullets carried by the veterans of the firing squad were much inferior.

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Since his main weapon is an AK-74U, he only has three spare magazines for self-defense.

Moreover, the ammunition capacity of the Makarov pistol is only 8 rounds, less than half of that of the MP-44, and it quickly ran out of ammunition.

He twisted his old face and slammed the Makarov pistol on the ice in despair. He saw Qin Fei jump directly from the single-plank bridge and land on the ice, holding a silencer in his hand.

The weapon MP-44 was walking towards him, and he seemed to see a god of death. The evil aura could still make him shiver secretly even from ten meters away.

This man himself is no match for him at all.

However, as a North Caucasian, he would never bow his head and admit defeat.

"ah--"

He raised his head and screamed wildly, pulled out a Soviet scout dagger from his waist, and roared at Qin Fei like a mad dog: "Come on! Come on! Let's compete! If you can, cut me off."
Chapter completed!