A fragment of a paddle about half a meter long flew to Hou Rui's side in a swirl, and finally with a "ding" sound, it was nailed deep into the road, only a few centimeters away from the tip of Hou Rui's nose. Hou Rui could almost follow www.biquge.info the firelight to see his own reflection on the paddle.

At the same time that Hou Rui was almost scared, the Apache in the sky had already circled half a circle, aimed the nose of the plane at the hill where the elf was, and the next second the Gatling gun began to scream deadly, and a bullet line composed of sand and gravel flying from the ground quickly extended to the top of the hill.

Shooting, shooting, Apache continued to fire, and a few seconds later, Apache fired a beam rocket at the hill, and with a "bang" the hill was completely turned into a sea of fire.

The "elf" saw with his own eyes that the bones of his companion were gone, and the blood of Hou Rui's whole body rushed to his head together, he got up with a grunt, and the QBS09 shotgun in his hand went directly to the back waist of an American soldier who was rappelling, and without thinking, he pulled the trigger fiercely, and with the flash of the thick muzzle, the unlucky soldier rushed forward, and when he climbed to the ground, the hip position of the back waist had become a bloody hole.

Hou Rui, who was furious, didn't care about the other American soldiers around him, he shot at the Apache in the sky continuously, and quickly pulled the bolt to load, emptying the magazine of QBS09 in just a few seconds.

If it weren't for the other team members who also fired together, Hou Rui would definitely be killed by the remaining three American soldiers, but even so, when Hou Rui was about to continue to reload the shotgun, a bullet suddenly hit him in the shoulder, hitting Hou Rui directly on his back and falling backwards to the ground.

The severe pain of being shot finally made Hou Rui sober up, he turned his head to see that it was the surviving American soldiers in Chinook who had rushed up, and these more than ten American soldiers had rushed to a distance of 6-70 meters away from Hou Rui and others, while the surviving little Tom and others were hiding next to the damaged vehicle and resisting hard.

"Tutu Tu Tu ...... The form on the road of Dangdangdang ...... changed dramatically, and the American troops, who had the advantage in numbers, lined up in two staggered skirmishers, and slowly suppressed Hou Rui's men behind the small wreckage of the vehicle, and they were about to be annihilated.

Worse still, Apache came to mend the knife again, and with a sweep of his Gatling gun, he simply broke the boar behind the wreckage of a Humvee in two. When Apache, who had gone around in a circle, turned back to ask for his life again, Gatling aimed directly at Tommy, and if it wasn't for Tommy's roll on the spot at the critical moment, the deadly bullet would have unceremoniously killed him.

Before he could stand firm on the ground, little Tommy was already out of the way, he actually gave up cover, and fired a grenade into the air, trying to knock Apache down.

The sound of the "Peng, Peng, Peng" grenade is a bit similar to the muffled sound of champagne, but what little Tommy shot out is not a fluttering bottle stopper but a stocky life-seeking messenger! Perhaps it is Hou Rui's group whose lives should not be killed, one of the gun grenades made a miraculous hit the tail of the Apache, and everyone only saw a flash of fire in mid-air, and the Apache who was very arrogant just now has become an old man in the air who swayed left and right, and had to work hard to maintain balance, and finally had to retreat reluctantly.

"Yay, yes, yes!" Excited little Tommy waved his fist, but as he was about to crouch, a string of bullets suddenly hit him from nowhere.

"Hmm......" Little Tom snorted and fell down, and Hou Rui, who was not far from his position, hurriedly crawled over.

Hou Rui first pulled out his pistol and fired a few shots at the American soldiers who came up, buying a little time, and then looked down at little Tommy beside him. Tommy Jr. was shot in the abdomen, presumably too close to being shot through body armor, and a large stream of blood was seeping out.

"How is it? Can you hold on?" Hou Rui pressed his hand on little Tommy's hand and helped him cover his wound, but in the blink of an eye, Hou Rui's palm was stained with blood.

"......" Little Tommy couldn't speak, so he could only look at Hou Rui with his eyes in vain.

"Ping" Hou Rui's helmet, a stray bullet grazed, and then he didn't know where he was knocked away, but this time made Hou Rui understand that he couldn't be so sentimental, even if someone died in his arms, he had to be hard-hearted, otherwise the next one to die might be himself!

Hou Rui picked up the 40 grenade launcher that little Tommy had in hand, and pulled the trigger the head of the US skirmisher line, but the chamber of the gun only made a "click" air strike, and there was no ammunition! An angry Hou Rui threw away the grenade launcher, raised the pistol again, and as soon as he emerged from behind the wreckage of the vehicle, he immediately attracted a large number of bullets.

The wreckage of the "Dangdang ......" vehicle was hit with a spark, and Hou Rui could only retract back into the back of the car, stretched out one hand alone, and fired a pistol in a row, killing the entire magazine. But when Hou Rui retracted his hand, a bullet narrowly grazed his wrist, leaving a bloody mark.

This will be the US army's skirmish line has advanced to a distance of 4-50 meters in front of Hou Rui, and the dense bullets have made Hou Rui completely unable to effectively return fire, so he can only shoot helplessly, using gunfire to slow down the advance of the American soldiers, but this method is not a way is about to fail, and when the US troops surround him from other angles, that is, after Hou Rui's death.

The situation was urgent, and the helpless Hou Rui took out a high-explosive bomb and threw it out, and with the explosion of the high-explosive bomb, Hou Rui finally slowed down the pace of the American soldiers again. However, the side effect was that a US non-commissioned officer hiding the explosion of a high-explosive bomb just got up from the ground, and pulled past a first-class private with a javelin bazooka on his back, and the non-commissioned officer pointed to the wreckage of the vehicle where Hou Rui was hiding and shouted: "Hit him for me!"

The first class soldier immediately knelt down on one knee, took off the bazooka on his back and began to aim, and when the non-commissioned officer next to him shouted: "There is an explosion" The American soldier who was originally close to this side immediately dodged a small open space, and then the non-commissioned officer slapped the helmet of the first class with his hand, signaling that he could fire.

It's a pity that someone moves faster than a private of the first rank.

Behind the US skirmishers, a large group of Afghan armed men had quietly emerged at some point, and a few of them directly put 60-caliber mortars on the ground, and an old man with a black turban simply measured the firing range and grenade range with his fingers, and these mortars immediately fired, taking the lead in bombarding the heads of the US troops one by one.

When they turned around, the militants had already rushed up, and the number of 5-60 people was almost three times that of the US troops, and what was even worse was that the mortar shells were still smashing down all the time, and bursts of explosive shrapnel completely tore the US army's skirmish line.

"It's an increase! It's an increase in our staff. A member of the team next to Hou Rui almost shouted in a crying voice. Hou Rui, who escaped death, did not dare to slack off in the slightest, God knows what other changes will happen in a while!

Hou Rui first refilled the magazine of QBS09 with bullets, and then picked up an M16 and began to beat the water dogs at the US military.

"Be careful, the Tajiks are not here to help, they are here to snatch the spoils. ”

"Elf, you're not dead?" Hearing this voice, Hou Rui was happy from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense, immediately prepare to resist the attack of the Tajik tribes, we don't have many people now, I'm afraid that they will see the riches, and decide to swallow us in one gulp. The elf solemnly warned.

"But we're only a few people left, and they're still dozens, and they've got mortars!"

"Give me the mortars, and you will deal with the infantry. The elf said without thinking.

Hou Rui hurriedly talked to the surviving firelight and opossum: "How to fight? Before they have completely wiped out the US army, set up a position?"

"It's useless, there are too many of them. It's too much!" The possum is still so pessimistic.

"Maybe, I have a way, but I need time. Finally, the fire gave Hou Rui a glimmer of hope.

"How long?"

"At least 2 minutes. ”

"Okay, the possum and I will drag them down as soon as you can. After Hou Rui finished speaking, he took out all the high-explosive bombs on his waist, and picked up two M16s and put them beside him, ready to resist stubbornly.

Relying on the large number of people and mortar suppression, the armed militia led by Ram finally annihilated the US army, but from the start of the battle to the present, more than 20 minutes have passed, Hou Rui estimated that the US reinforcements were about to arrive, but he was dragged by the Tajik tribe, which really made Hou Rui scratch his head.

Hou Rui, who was still hiding behind the wreckage of the vehicle, watched the more and more figures appearing in the night, and his palms were sweating constantly. When the last American soldier's gun died out, the armed militia began to clean up the battlefield, skillfully removing the weapons and equipment of the American soldiers, and gathering the wounded American soldiers who were not dead for the time being.

At this time, Mr. Ram, who had once had a relationship, appeared, and Hou Rui saw him change into a black robe, a camouflage tactical vest on the outside, and a shining silver desert eagle in his hand, surrounded by a large group of men, into the battlefield, and stood in front of those American wounded soldiers.

“#￥%& &......" Ram said a lot of nonsense, but Hou Rui, who didn't understand Pashto, only wanted him to continue to ink, preferably for 2-3 minutes, which would be perfect, but unfortunately, after a group of armed militiamen screamed and opened fire in the air, Ram shot the wounded of the American soldiers one by one, and then walked towards the truck with a large group of men.