Despite the annihilation of the Southern Cape Defence Force near the post office, Patrick and the others did not have a moment of peace. The enemy guerrillas were constantly attacking with interference, and the guns rang out from morning to night, and then from night to sunrise. Sometimes it was three or five shots, sometimes it was a rocket, and as soon as they counterattacked, the enemy retreated.

Patrick has been with the enemy all the time, never resting, and may be able to kill one or two enemy soldiers, but the situation will not get better. He also couldn't remember how many nights had passed, not only to deal with the intermittent attacks, but also to prepare for the ill-tempered Noyelu to rush out at any time.

The midday sun baked the bullet-riddled wreckage through the wounds of the post office, and not a single item in the room was intact. Patrick counted his equipment, which was enough to spend another day, or fight the enemy in a total attack.

"Master!master!" G41 suddenly called over the communicator.

"What's wrong?" asked Patrick. Probably not a guerrilla attack, the surroundings were very quiet.

"Come down to the basement and have a look!"

The basement is the warehouse of the post office, and I don't have time to search carefully before, and I don't know what G41 will find. To be on the safe side, Patrick decided to go down and have a look.

After several attacks, the old basement electrical circuit was cut and it was pitch black down the stairs. Patrick walked briskly, and he found G41 and NZ75, which were shining their flashlights inside, and a low murmur came from the direction of the light. He walked over to G41 and found an old man in front of her, pleading for something in some language.

Patrick thought for a moment, looked at the curtain behind the old man, and walked over to lift it. The crowded warehouses were filled not with goods, but with living people, and these civilians were hiding here for refuge, but they did not expect that this place had become a stronghold for both sides. After days without water and food, they finally couldn't hold it anymore and had to venture out, and then they ran into the G41.

It's a pity that they have nothing and can't help.

"Sir, this ...... What should I do?" asked the NZ75 on the side.

"The enemy doesn't attack civilians either. ”

"But it's too dangerous to let it go in a war zone!"

In fact, they have no more power left to help the civilians evacuate, and the outcome will be determined in a day's time, when the civilians will be no longer in danger. Of course, if something happens, it's hard to say how long it will take longer. The key is whether they can have another day, and many people have symptoms of dehydration......

"Sir, I just saw a wagon on the east side, maybe we can use it to get these civilians out. Type 95 said in the communication.

Patrick sighed, as if he was not allowed to refuse.

"Crazy, ask if there are any drivers among them. He said.

"Yes, but they said they just wanted food and water. ”

"Let them save it, and either get out of here now, or starve to death here. ”

The madness told the general meaning to the civilians who had taken refuge, and the old man at the head hesitated for a long time, and then nodded. Patrick waved his hand impatiently, motioning for them to hurry on their way.

"NZ75, you take them to the van. G41, get back to your place. ”

He counted sixteen of them, three of whom were too weak to be supported. They were so slow that Patrick urged them several times, but to no avail.

The civilians lined up upstairs, and the last two looked at Patrick with some trepidation, walking at the end of the line desperately wanting to leave.

Suddenly, Patrick was hit by a strong shock, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had fallen to the ground and that someone had blasted through the basement wall. Someone in the dust stepped on gravel and shot at sight, completely unaware of the situation. Patrick rolled to the right, dodging a string of bullets that were shooting at him, then pulled out his pistol and sent a .50 caliber bullet into the man's head.

He scanned the situation, and there was a very large space behind the hole in the basement wall, and three more enemies from there rushed in, marked in bright red.

Without hesitation, Patrick pulled the trigger and shot another man through the head at a close distance, and his two companions immediately took refuge when they saw the horrific gunfire. However, the basement itself was so small that they couldn't get anywhere. Patrick threw a flashbang in their direction, turning over a box himself, and seeing that he was completely exposed, the other party hurriedly raised his gun and fired, but was blinded by the dazzling flash. Patrick climbed over the obstacle and rolled forward to a writhing foe, stabbed him with his Hidden Blade, pulled him backwards and brought him down, before raising his pistol to kill his target at ten o'clock.

The enemy lying on the ground was still crawling, and Patrick had to refill the shot in his head. With such tenacious vitality, it could only be the TASA troops, thanks to which they got information about the connection between the sewers and the basement and planned this raid.

"Attention everyone, support from the Southern Cape has arrived and we have to defend the post office. He said, "79, you come down and guard the sewers in case the enemy raids." ”

"Yes!"

Patrick gave the order and ran out of the basement to the location of the truck. The enemy's general assault had indeed begun, and the post office was ravaged from all sides with powerful fire, and the shadow of death hung over the entire area. As he moved from bunker to bunker, hundreds of bullets came in, and rockets smashed the cement open, exposing the steel bars.

A surging tide surrounded the post office, and the humanoid's skillful marksmanship unmistakably fired bullets into the enemy's vital points, but even in the face of rapidly falling corpses, the enemy's charge continued to accelerate.

It was only a matter of time before they fell, but their task was to defend to the death, and there was no other way but to fight to the death.

The rockets were getting denser and denser, the streets were almost turned over by the explosion, and the flames and wreckage were constantly stirred. They tried to push them back, but the humanoids were still fighting back, and it wasn't long before the enemy would probably stop trying to save the post office and take a more drastic approach.

The machine gun clung to Patrick and swept all the way, roaring and peeling off the cement from the pillar where he was hiding. Patrick pulls out his Valkyrie grenade launcher, pulls the trigger and blows up a rushing squad before sprinting toward the van.

The NZ75 tried to fight back, and one by one the civilians bent down and lowered their heads, scrambling to squeeze into the van. The enemy's powerful firepower was aimed at them, and they frantically attacked them.

"Why don't you leave?" Patrick asked aloud, raising his rifle behind the wreckage of the car and knocking out the enemy gunners one by one.

"The driver didn't get in the car, he was still behind!"

That's all there is to it.

"Cover our NZ75 and don't let the enemy get close to the wagon. ”

"I'll try my best!"

Patrick walked to the back of the van and motioned for the timid driver to lower his center of gravity and follow him. He turned around and went out, raised his gun and fired at the enemy in front of him, interfering as much as he could, crouching down as he moved to the driver's seat of the truck, and turned on the force field shield to cover the driver in the car.

Enemies are still popping up, from buildings, from intersections. The next batch and the new one, as if to show them the fact that they are a populous country. Patrick had all the rifle rounds and switched to his pistol to continue the fight, and he saw that there was a new gunner in the building, and he threw a smoke grenade as cover.

He banged on the door and told the driver to drive away. The rocket nearly hit the truck before Patrick heard the sound of the engine starting, so small that he could barely hear it.

The wagon finally drove away, and Patrick couldn't see how far it was going in the smoke, he could only see more enemies marked as coming towards them.

"Sir, I'm out of ammo!" Type 97 shouted over the communicator, "What's that...... It's a heavy mech!"

There was a heavy cannon shot, and Patrick heard a collapsing groan from the second floor of the post office.

"M99!M99!Are you still there?"

"Ahem...... I'm fine......"

"Coming down from the second floor, everyone abandons the hall and retreats to the backstage," Patrick said, "Noyelu went to set up the broadsword mines, do you hear?"

In the distance, there was another continuous sound in the direction of the heavy mech.

"I'm sorry, Patrick, I slipped down the sewers behind them. Noyeru said, "You can find someone else to put the mines." ”

That damn guy......

"Everybody, get down! The bombers are approaching!"

Patrick finally heard the madman's warning, and then he couldn't hear anything. The firelight swept across the block, destroying everything that filled the field of vision.