Although it was about ten minutes before the support troops from the peacekeeping camp were able to arrive here.

But in these ten minutes, Jiang Chen and the three of them needed to block the attack of dozens, or even nearly a hundred militants.

Don't forget that the militants in Jiang Chen's vision now are only a part.

A large part of it has now arrived in the village. If he knew the situation on Jiang Chen's side, it was very likely that he would rush over to support.

By that time, none of the three Jiang Chen could guarantee whether they would be able to hold out until the arrival of reinforcements.

Of course, as early as when this decision was made, Jiang Chen and the others had already been mentally prepared, and after analyzing the situation, the second batch of flares gradually fell, and the sky gradually darkened.

Taking advantage of this time, Jiang Chen, who had turned over, slowly climbed to the front, then poked his head out and began to check the situation outside.

As Tong Jiangchen had guessed before, the militants in his sight seemed to be planning to come over to check the situation, and after the remaining twenty or so militants were assembled, some of them continued to stay where they were, and some of them bent over, scattered, and began to walk towards this side.

"Raccoon, it looks like all the vehicles have been destroyed by you!"

After seeing that these militants actually abandoned the vehicle and planned to cross the open field of more than two hundred meters on foot, Jiang Chen, who thought of something, spoke.

"That's it!"

Sima Ting, who was lying on the ground behind him, also spoke after hearing this, with a hint of pride in his tone.

However, after saying this, thinking of the pickup truck destroyed by the militants, especially the heavy machine gun on the pickup truck, Sima Ting, who had a pity in his eyes, also said: "It's a pity that the heavy machine gun, if it is there, I don't think anyone would dare to give me such arrogance!"

Although the heavy machine gun was only on the field for just over a minute, the damage it did was unparalleled.

Under the control of the Nalan army, the heavy machine guns that were originally rushing to destroy those vehicles quickly destroyed all the vehicles, some of which were directly turned into fireballs, and the other part was also hit by several bullets, and they had completely lost their kinetic energy.

And the heavy machine gun, which has a flat-firing range of 1,500 meters, does not have any pressure at all in the face of a distance of two or three hundred meters, and teaches the militants on the opposite side to behave in minutes.

"Come on, that thing weighs more than ninety pounds, and even if there is no gun carriage, it will be forty or fifty pounds. Is this something we can transfer now?"

Shang Jie, who was lying next to him, also retorted in the face of Sima Ting's sigh after hearing this.

This kind of heavy machine gun, after losing the gun carriage, weighs forty or fifty pounds, Shang Jie may still believe that Sima Ting can carry it, and he has no opinion on this.

And in the face of the situation just now, although this heavy machine gun can be transferred from the pickup truck, it will greatly reduce the pressure on the three people. But if this is really the case, Jiang Chen and the three of them will probably have their lives at that time, and they will not be able to use their lives.

This thing, which is huge in size and not light in weight, was not only a huge burden when it was transferred just now, but also Jiang Chen and the three of them lying on the ground had nowhere to hide, rifles and sniper rifles could be held in their arms, but heavy machine guns were impossible.

"Our heavy machine guns are gone, but they still have two of them there!"

After Shang Jie said this, Jiang Chen, who had been poking his head out to secretly observe the situation in the distance, spoke, his brows slightly furrowed, and his eyes were also a little solemn.

Two or three hundred meters away, when some of the militants were sent out to check the situation, although all the vehicles could not move, the remaining militants directly pushed the two pickup trucks to the front, and then the heavy machine gun muzzle on the body of the pickup truck was aimed straight at Jiang Chen's side.

"Chameleon, after the battle, you must destroy these two heavy machine guns as soon as possible. Even if I can't destroy it, I don't want to see an enemy touch it!"

Jiang Chen, who turned his head, finally handed over this most important task to the sniper Shang Jie.

"Understood!"

Listening to Jiang Chen's incomparably solemn tone, Shang Jie, who did not hesitate, nodded and replied.

As Jiang Chen finished speaking, a sharp sound sounded, and several flares slowly rose, illuminating the direction for the militants who were slowly approaching the pickup truck.

However, the previous battle clearly left a shadow in the hearts of these militants, and when these flares fell, they opened more than 200 meters

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In the open field, this group of militants actually walked only half of the way, and the speed of movement is getting slower and slower.

"Captain, when are we going to do it?"

After the flare fell again, Sima Ting, who had just poked his head out, glanced at the militants who were approaching the pickup truck in front of him, and he couldn't bear the loneliness and asked.

"What's the hurry, I wish they walked as slowly as possible, so I'm a lot easier!"

Jiang Chen, who was talking on the side, also glanced at the group of cowering militants, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a sneer, and he said: "When they get close to the pickup truck, they will find that there is no body at the scene!"

"They know for sure that in an environment like this, we can't run anywhere. If they're willing to stop there, that's certainly the most I'd like to see right now. If they don't want to, they'll definitely scatter and search for our tracks!"

"The flares have a limited time and distance, and these militants have a limited line of sight, so if they want to spot us, they have to walk up to us. When that time comes, it's never too late for us to do it!"

"Besides, I left them a few small gifts just now, it's up to them to see if they're lucky!"

At the end of the day, Jiang Chen's face also showed a sly smile, as if he was very satisfied with the gift he left.

Sima Ting and Shang Jie, who just wanted to ask Jiang Chen what kind of gift it was, after seeing the smile on Jiang Chen's face, after thinking about it for a while, they also understood, and finally gave Jiang Chen a thumbs up.

"Take advantage of this time to count the only weapons and ammunition we have left!"

After seeing a few more flares rising, Jiang Chen and the others, who didn't dare to hold it up, hurriedly shrank back again.

Jiang Chen, who was talking, first unloaded the magazine in the assault rifle, and after seeing the magazine that had just become empty, he finally took out the only two rifle magazines and two pistol magazines from the tactical vest.

"There are two rifle magazines left, and there are still two pistol magazines left, and they haven't moved at all. The grenade is gone, and the flashbang is basically useless!"

Jiang Chen, who was talking, quickly reported the situation of the remaining ammunition on his body.

During the battle just now, in order to blow up those bonfires, Jiang Chen threw away all the grenades on his body. The ammunition of the rifle was also consumed for the most part, the pistol was not used from beginning to end, and with the magazine on the pistol, there were three.

As for flashbangs, they are weapons that are only suitable for use in confined and confined environments, where they have no effect other than to scare the militants and make a noise.

"There are still two and a half sniper rifle magazines, pistols and grenades, none of which have been used!"

Soon, after Jiang Chen finished speaking, Shang Jie, who had finished checking his equipment, also spoke.

Compared with the other members of the tactical team, Shang Jie, as a sniper, carried the least amount of ammunition, and after a battle, he shot the least bullets.

But Shang Jie, who is the most sniper, basically destroys an enemy with a bullet. In the battle just now, Shang Jie killed no less militants than the rest of the team.

"There are a little more than three rifle magazines left, the pistol has not been used, and the grenade is only half left!"

After Shang Jie's report, Sima Ting also opened his mouth to report.

Sima Ting, who was talking on the side, after unloading the magazine on the assault rifle, saw that the only seven or eight bullets left in the magazine were also directly thrown to Shang Jie next to him.

As a fire support in the tactical group, Sima Ting did not carry a light machine gun this time for various reasons. However, he also carried a larger amount of ammunition than the rest of the team.

Of course, Sima Ting, who was originally used as fire support, especially to suppress the opponent's firepower, consumed a lot more bullets than other team members in the process of fighting. So far, most of the ammunition on Sima Ting's body has been consumed.

As for why Sima Ting threw the remaining seven or eight bullets to Shang Jie, it was entirely because the assault rifle in Sima Ting's hand was the same as the sniper rifle bullet in Shang Jie's hand.

These seven or eight bullets, here in Sima Ting, may be gone with one point shot, and in the end, only one or two militants can be killed.

But in Shang Jie's hands, he may be able to eliminate seven or eight militants, basically achieving the kind of record of one shot at a time.

Shang Jie was not polite to the magazine thrown by Sima Ting, and when he unloaded the magazine of the sniper rifle, he was also the son of the rifle magazine

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One by one, the bullets were unloaded and stuffed into the magazine of the sniper rifle.

"Let's save as many bullets as possible!"

After listening to the reports of Shang Jie and Sima Ting, Jiang Chen, who had put a rifle magazine into the assault rifle, also spoke.

Although it sounds, each of the three Jiang Chen still has a lot of ammunition left, especially the ammunition of the pistol is not consumed. But do not forget that the effective range of the pistol is only about fifty meters, and in this case, the role that the pistol can play is actually very small.

In addition, according to the rate of fire of an assault rifle, even the combat rate of fire is basically only a few tens of seconds.

Therefore, now Jiang Chen's weapons and ammunition are not rich, if they don't want to rush up with burning sticks and die with the militants, they can only save ammunition as much as possible and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

While Jiang Chen and the three of them were communicating these contents, under the repeated urging of the militants behind, more than a dozen militants finally approached the pickup truck with the help of flares.

Soon, the militants saw that there was no human figure at the scene, let alone any body, except for a pickup truck still burning and bullet casings in the ground.

After seeing this, these militants also became much more emboldened, and as time passed, some of them finally stood next to the pickup truck.

After discovering this situation, one of the militants who took the lead also directly told the information here to his companions who were still behind in the most primitive way.

From a distance of more than 100 meters, Jiang Chen could also hear that the militant should be telling his companions in the distance that there was nothing to be found here, and no attackers were seen appearing.

Soon, the team members also responded to these militants in the most primitive way, although the distance was a little far for Jiang Chen and the others, but through a few words, Jiang Chen still understood the meaning.

Jiang Chen guessed correctly, after knowing that no figures and corpses were found at the scene, in the face of the flares that were often raised and the surrounding plains and deserts, these militants quickly guessed that the people who attacked them were most likely hiding nearby, and did not run away at all.

Therefore, these militants, who had just arrived near the pickup truck, soon received another order to search the area near the pickup truck to see if they were found.

Apparently, the pursuing militants had received information that their companions, who had been looting United Nations humanitarian aid, had been attacked by armed forces of unknown nationality and force on their way to meet them.

In the end, the attackers not only succeeded in recovering all the supplies, but also rescued all the peacekeepers who had managed to catch them. And here, I also paid extremely heavy losses.

What's more, until now, they have not confirmed which country's peacekeeping forces, or whose country's special forces, attacked them and inflicted such huge losses on them.

And this convoy that has just separated from the convoy, they received the task of catching up with the departing convoy and chasing back the materials and personnel.

And now, not only did they fail to catch up with this batch of supplies and personnel, but they were attacked on the way. Leaving aside the failure to complete the mission, the loss of vehicles and personnel alone is enough for these militants to drink a pot.

Therefore, in the face of this situation, in the face of several attackers who are most likely hiding nearby, these militants want to find them. After all, if you find them, or even catch them, you can be regarded as having an explanation.

And now, the dozen or so militants next to the pickup truck, in the face of such an order, looked at the plains lit by flares around them, and they also began to scatter, intending to search for the traces of these attackers.

However, one of the guys who was very close to the pickup truck, he had just stepped on the ground with one foot, and suddenly guessed a hard thing under his feet, and before he could react, a fireball was constantly magnifying in front of his eyes.

"Boom!"

With the sound of a violent explosion, under the light of the flares, the militants who were relatively far away could clearly see that their distant companion flew up like a broken sack, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Then, with a miserable scream, the militant who fell to the ground, after feeling a sharp pain, raised his head, and when he saw that only one and a half legs were left, he covered his thighs, and immediately began to scream.

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