The gunfire had already resounded throughout the winding valley, and then gradually subsided. Lin Ruiyi frowned: The battle situation is developing against them...... The opportunity for both sides to launch a surprise attack has been lost. The rest is hard grinding. And the number of personnel and the degree of armament are the Achilles' heel of the Anmore Liberation Organization guerrillas, and they can no longer sustain themselves.

Lin Rui gritted his teeth and braved the rain to lead the remaining team members and guerrillas through the valley and climb a hillside at the far end.

Lin Rui clinged to the rock wall on the right, always vigilant against the cliff on the left side that opened its mouth and would fall if he took a few wrong steps. By the bright moonlight, he vaguely saw a sparkling sea in front of him. There is certainly no sea on the mountain, but a huge lake. A black guerrilla finally fell to his knees and cried, the way for their retreat was blocked, and this was a Jedi. There is no possibility of them evacuating.

"Impossible!" Lin Rui couldn't believe his eyes, "This lake can't exist, how can such a huge lake not exist on the satellite map!"

Shogan looked around and said with a wry smile, "We are so unlucky, this lake was originally not available." This is a flash flood caused by continuous rainfall, which then forms a dammed lake in the depression of the hillside. ”

"Damn, there's no way out, are we going to die here?" Sergei sat down in frustration on the muddy ground.

"God treats you well, and even let you take a bath temporarily. Sandro sighed.

"They're coming!" said one of the guerrillas, and before he could finish his sentence, he was shot and fell to the ground. Lin Rui quickly turned his rifle and fired fiercely at the enemy. The Order's militants fell to the ground, whimpering for their lives, their fingers still tightly gripping the trigger of their guns. A barrage of bullets knocked the rock above Lin Rui's head into a series of sparks.

"Keep moving forward and see if you can get around!" Lin Rui turned his head and roared, neatly replacing it with a new magazine and continuing to move forward.

"Something that will make you remember Lao Tzu. Sergei also got up and shouted, and Sandro and Crazy Horse, who had been wounded in the arm, joined them in shooting. The Order's contingent continued to advance along the mountain road, and the makeshift defensive line formed by Sergei and the others was once again tested. However, they were quickly stopped by a combined attack of Snake Eyes and Yelena's sniper rifles, Sandro and Crazy Horse's assault rifles, and powerful grenades.

The guerrillas, who knew that they would not be able to escape, also rose up and joined the defense line of Sandro and others. However, although their resistance was resolute, most of them were stragglers, and after all, they did not succeed. Soon after, the Order's forces under the command of the Red Baron began attacking their last defensive zone. The Order's forces first rushed madly into a narrow canyon, followed by an inextricable battle.

The entire valley was surrounded by the Order's armed forces, and all the weapons opened fire in unison. Lin Rui used his assault rifle gun to kill the nearest militant, and then rushed up the slope in three steps and two steps, dragging Crazy Horse's original machine gun out and sandwiching it on the rocks.

He jerked the bolt, turned the muzzle to the left, and the crosshair of the 249 class machine gun appeared in front of him. When it was in a straight line with the militants below, he pressed the trigger and fired, a bright muzzle flame erupted. The Secret Society forces below were in a panic, and they all fell down or evaded with tactical moves, jumping out and rolling to dodge. But there was always someone who happened to fall into Lin Rui's line of fire and was pierced by a fierce bombardment. The Secret Order militant slipped to the ground, and the large hole in his chest was still bubbling with blood.

Lin Rui turned his gun again and aimed it at another group of Secret Order forces. He rained a terrible and devastating hail of bullets towards his target. Finally suppressed the opponent's firepower, and the grenades fired by his teammates with him also made the several strong firepower of the Secret Society's armed forces all speechless, which made them feel a little reassured.

As soon as he restrained the group, the shogun warned him that the Order's armed men were approaching again down the hillside. Lin Rui had to switch the gunfire back and forth between the enemy troops on the ground who were pouring in like a tide.

The desperate guerrilla soldiers were also firing and the grenades were bursting, thinking that this time there was little hope of survival, and that they might as well fight to the death and end everything with contempt. The poor don't chase, and the mourning soldiers will win. Sometimes despair can drive people crazy, and madness is also a kind of power.

The Militants of the Order strode towards the edge of the hillside. They poured out so much intense fire on the rebels in a very organized manner. Although they were blocked for a while, they had excellent individual qualities and fought very tactically. Although there were some casualties, the rebel guerrillas on the hillside were completely suppressed. Lin Rui knows this.

The Rebel's Chief of Staff Philo shouted, "Attack, Annmor soldiers!" and the rebel guerrillas concentrated their fire on the charging Order's militants. Countless bullets rained in, whimpering and burrowing into the surrounding rocks, or into the bodies of the Order's armed men. Of course, many more rebel fighters were killed.

Another rebel guerrilla roared at the sight of his brother falling—to someone who sounded full of pain. The black guerrilla turned around, raised his AK47 in his hand and opened fire. The ground trembled, and the enraged rebel guerrillas rushed up the slope and swept through the Secret Order below. Until he himself was hit.

Eventually, he was shot several times, got down on one knee, and struggled to lift the assault rifle in his hand. Fired all the bullets from the AK47 assault rifle. His own red plasma gushed out from the bullet's wounds. Let out a low, mournful wail, and fall in a pool of blood.

Lin Rui knelt on one knee, replaced the assault rifle in his hand with a new magazine, and glanced at the surrounding enemies. "Report on the groups. He shouted through the communicator.

The situation of each group was constantly reported, and the more Lin Rui listened, the more solemn his face became, and the situation was so bad that it couldn't be worse.

Of the original 300 members of the Anmore guerrillas, there are now less than 50 of them who are able to fight. And most of them were wounded, and there were corpses all behind them. And when they lay flat on the muddy ground, they were as cold as muddy water.

"Is this really going to be the end?" Crazy Horse said with a wry smile and a sigh. "Maybe I shouldn't have come out. When I retire, I'm supposed to be a HangSioux reservation resident in Minnesota and wait for death. ”

"You can't die. We will all be alive. Lin Rui said in a low voice, but for the first time, he found that he didn't have much confidence when he said this.

(End of chapter)