"The convoy was attacked?" said Lenerev slowly, speaking in a tone that seemed to be a beat slower than the others, but fortunately he didn't usually speak much.

"Yes, they're calling for help, and we have to rush to help. The strategist asks you to bring someone to the rescue first, and we'll rush over as soon as we've taken care of the matter here. The Militants of the Order whispered. But even he felt a little uncomfortable with this man named Lenelev.

This person is a little special, as if his presence would make others feel uneasy. His eyes are lifeless, and his face is almost always painted with camouflage paint. The desert camouflage suit on the body is the so-called auspicious suit, which is generally equipped by snipers and can simulate branches and leaves, wild grass, stones, etc., and can play a good camouflage effect in different natural environments.

After listening to the words of the militants of the Secret Society, Lenarev nodded, got up and said, "Yes, you do yours, I do mine." He turned away with his gun on his back. He speaks slowly, but walks surprisingly fast.

From a room in the town, Maklovsky lifted the curtain and looked out to see a convoy of about a dozen people almost out of town, kicking up a cloud of dust on the dirt road outside. "He's gone?"

"Yes. The Order militants whispered, "With the others." ”

Maklovsky looked at his watch, turned around and said, "Inform our people to pack up, we'll leave in an hour." ”

"To support them?"

"Go clean up the mess for them. Marklovsky said calmly, "If I'm not mistaken." That swampy land will be the burial place of the Caucasus Grim Reaper. ”

The militants of the Secret Society changed their faces, bowed their heads and remained silent, not daring to say a word.

And on the side of the road, the fighting continues. It was a strange battle, it was supposed not to be an encounter, but an ambush, but the battle lasted more than an hour, and there were few casualties on both sides. Except for the last two vehicles, which began to be blown up, the convoy did not suffer much casualties, but there was a lot of exchange of fire between the two sides.

The O2 team that was ambushed on the hillside stopped for a while after a while, anyway, as long as they trapped the convoy, their goal was achieved. Because the convoy was not their target, Lenelev, who came to their aid, was their target.

However, their behavior of consciously controlling the rhythm of the attack was misinterpreted by the people of the Secret Society. The head of the Secret Society's transport convoy determined that it was an armed force. And it is believed that these ** militants do not want to attack the convoy, but the combat effectiveness is too poor, which leads to their weak attack and insufficient follow-up forces.

The commander of the Order's convoy immediately gave the order to break out. The members of the front row of the convoy were appointed to the commando team, as they were still almost full and were hardly affected. So they rushed out all the way, trying to use a few cars in front of them to forcibly push the blown up vehicles. The convoy behind them cleared the roadblock, and the other convoy members also moved their vehicles, shooting and covering as they continued to approach forward.

"Boss, they seem to want to break through. The vehicle is moving, squeezing out of the destroyed car in front. Once they break out of the gap, they will break through smoothly. Crazy Horse whispered as he stepped up his fire below, "What now?"

"Snakeeyes, we've got to find a way to stop their car. Lin Rui pressed the communication headset and said loudly, "Get them for me." ”

Snakeeye said in a deep voice, his face pressed against the butt of his gun. Fire continuously!

"Bang Bang Bang !!" The cars below suddenly tilted, and all the tires on one side were blown out, and the body was tilted to one side. The vehicle itself was moving forward, trying to push the car in front of it, the wheels on this side were destroyed, the front was blocked, and the body involuntarily tilted over and became horizontal on the road. The road that was not very spacious was blocked tightly.

"Sniper!" shouted the Order's armed men below. With the explosion of several grenades, the 2 team members succeeded, and the convoy armed by the Secret Society fell into a dilemma.

Lin Rui observed with a telescope, and then said in a low voice, "Well done." Now they don't want to move for a while. The scout team turned to the west flank, keeping an eye out for their reinforcements. ”

"Understood!" Sergey and Sandro replied over the air.

Lin Rui looked down at the situation below and said in a low voice, "Be careful, these people are cornered, and they will definitely fight back." It is quite possible to assemble and charge. As long as we guard against them, our goal will be completely achieved. ”

Lin Rui's expectation was not bad at all, a few minutes later, the battle started again, the number of gunshots could be heard at first, and then it sounded into a piece, like a gust of wind, and like a piece of thunder, in short, the sky and the earth suddenly became chaotic.

Bullets rained down on the convoy below, and the Secret Order forces rushed up. But after leaving the convoy, they began to have no bunkers, and the trees or rocks on the side of the road became their fortifications, and later the craters from the grenades became their bunkers.

Several of the Order's armed men jumped from pit to pit, their guns shooting at the hillside, shouting as they shot: Hit me. Later, he could no longer hear the machine gun. When he turned his head to look, the Heavy next to him was already lying there.

The Secret Order militant ran over and pushed the companion, only to feel something sticky, he knew it was blood, he couldn't control it anymore, he was going to let the machine gun go off and press down the enemy on the hillside. The machine gun rang out in his arms.

Every inch of the ground on the position was hot, even the air burned his throat, the body of the machine gun burned off a layer of skin in his hand, his ears were buzzing, and there were only explosions and gunfire.

These Secret Society members were red-eyed, and in the firelight he vaguely saw the enemy on the hillside, but there were only a few figures, and he swept the muzzle of his gun, during which he didn't know how many magazines he had changed, and he could still take a look at the positions on both sides at first, and the two sides were also in flames, and now he couldn't care about anything else, only the enemy in front of him.

Fight, kill, I don't know how long it took, the position fell silent all of a sudden, there was no sound at all, only his machine gun was still ringing. He stopped, and listened, his ear drums still ringing, it was the after-effects of a great battle, he had encountered it before, and it would be fine after a while.

So far, however, he has not seen a single person who attacked them, and the bodies of several of his companions are lying around. The moment he was hit, he couldn't help but feel a chill, he seemed to understand that these people on the mountain were definitely not ** armed people.

But by the time these Secret Society militants understood, their offensive was completely contained.