Hiding behind a bunker on the side of the street, Yuan Mian's breathing was like a bellows running rapidly, snorting, not rapid. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The injury on his leg, the sun hanging high, he has not drunk water for nearly an hour, his body is not generally tired, it is more tired than running 30 kilometers of armed cross-country!

"Haoyu, how many rounds do you have left for this son?" said Yuan Mian gasped.

He Haoyu held an old AK47 in his hand, also panting, and said, "Probably...... There are more than ten more rounds......"

The Houthis behind them have become more and more aggressive, and although the Sword Group A and the Yemeni soldiers have doubled or killed the enemy three times, it is still useless - there are one or two hundred enemies on the other side......

As for them, sixty or seventy of them have been done, and there are still half of them on the other side......

Look at your side, a wounded soldier, plus an elite with insufficient ammunition, and half of the Yemeni servicemen who are already dead.

If he said that he would not retreat from the fight to the death, Yuan Mian would still believe it, but for the Yemeni government army, he obviously didn't believe it so much, and it was very good that these people could hold on to it until now and not run.

For others, Yuan Mian has always been very tolerant, almost tolerant to the point of outrageousness, but for his subordinates and brothers, this thing has a different attitude, especially when it comes to his own survival.

How others play, how they die, how they love to do it, anyway, it won't affect themselves, but their subordinates and brothers are different, which is not only related to the lives of their brothers, but also related to their own lives.

Being tolerant of your brothers and subordinates is tantamount to chronic suicide. Well, Yuan Mian has always thought so.

Listening to the footsteps approaching again, Yuan Mian knew that maybe this battle would be his last battle. There was no way back for him.

It's a fight to the death!

"Haoyu, these little rabbit cubs are here again, maybe this time, we can't go back, do you hate that I brought you here to die?" Yuan Mian picked up a handful of micro punches on the ground, and there was always that hint of a smile on his face: those who pulled the back of the pad were flattened, and those who pulled two pads were earned!

"Team leader, I don't regret coming with you, in the next life, we will still be brothers!" He Haoyu said proudly, and glanced at Yuan Mian, both of whom understood the sympathy in each other's eyes.

"Kill!" Yuan Mian shouted loudly, but the resolute intent in his eyes continued unabated, he picked up Wei Chong and stood up, and finally pulled the trigger against the group of hideous enemies opposite......

"Sudden ......"

"Click......

Yuan Mian was not the only one who shot at the same time, but He Haoyu.

He Haoyu, a man who grew up in a doctor's family since he was a child, finally showed his due masculinity to the fullest at this moment, and if Staff Officer Shen was here, he would definitely fall in love with him.

It's a pity that at this moment, in addition to the life-saving fight, it is still a fight, and there is no superfluous audience!

Bullets, shot from the muzzles of the fighters on both sides, are harvesting each other's lives.

Suddenly, a slightly rushing bullet hit Yuan Mian's chest heavily, and a huge force pushed Yuan Mian back a few steps, only he knew that it was the body armor that saved his life, otherwise he would have fallen in a pool of blood at this time.

In contrast, these Houthis are not so good, they don't have high-end equipment such as body armor, and the bullet hits them and flies out from behind, bringing out a piece of minced meat, and it looks like they can't survive.

There is no way, the power of close-range strafing is like this, and when you go to the battlefield, you should be ready to sacrifice at any time!

Smack! Smack!

One bullet after another hit Yuan Mian's bulletproof vest hard, like a sledgehammer hammering on him!

Burst~~~

Yuan Mian's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out!

No, I can't die yet! I can't die yet! I have to kill two more enemies! So that my comrades and my brothers will have one more chance of living!

It was also inspired by this thought that the gun in Yuan Mian's hand was always aimed at the enemy, and the muzzle and fire kept flashing.

On the other hand, He Haoyu, his situation is similar to Yuan Mian, they all say that the gun shoots the first bird, the gun shoots the first bird, these two babies are fighting on the front line of the battle with the Houthis, the target is the most obvious, who does the bullet greet if it doesn't greet them?

"Poof!"

A pistol bullet pierced Yuan Mian's right arm, causing his right hand to suddenly go numb, and he could no longer lift his strength.

"Perhaps, this is the last battle of my life, the motherland, I have not broken the oath of a soldier - loyal to the motherland, loyal to the people. Today, the only regret is that I did not shed every drop of blood into the sea of my homeland.

Goodbye, father, mother, and my beloved wife, Han Yuyao......"

Another bullet hit the body armor, and Yuan Mian finally fell to the ground slowly, his eyes were dark, and he finally lost consciousness......

"Team leader!!" Seeing the figure of the team leader falling, He Haoyu finally roared angrily.

But does it work? Of course it doesn't. One by one, the bullets hit his bulletproof vest, and the bullets had penetrated his left arm. The blood on the corners of his mouth, as well as the stubborn smile on the corners of his mouth, never dissipated.

Finally, He Haoyu's figure also slowly fell......

Team leader !! Haoyu !!" Tears poured down Xiong Wei's cheeks, this strong man from a peasant family finally shed his unwilling tears, people who have never been soldiers will never understand the comradeship of getting along day and night and fighting side by side.

There is a feeling called comradeship, that is, the existence of this feeling, which makes this group of soldiers who should be cold killing machines have a trace of warmth.

When war comes, as long as you are still wearing the uniform of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, I can block bullets for you! This is the comradeship-in-arms, and people who have never been a soldier cannot understand this feeling at all.

"Little bunnies, grandpa is fighting with you!" Xiong Wei finally got red-eyed, stood up and fired at the enemy, at this time he was holding an AK47 automatic rifle in his hand, like a bloody demon god full of murderous energy. As for the bullets on the 95 assault rifle, they have long been exhausted......

Just when the members of Sword Group A were all red-eyed and about to die with the group of Houthi militants opposite, a turning point appeared!

A bullet from an AWP sniper rifle pierced the head of the Houthi leader, who was standing in the rear directing the battle. Then, a rocket with beautiful blue flames began to move towards the Houthi fighters who were preparing to come forward in the rear.

That's right, the direction of this rocket is exactly where the most soldiers are!

"Boom !!"

The loud explosion resounded in the rear of the Houthi detachment, and this kind of change made some Houthi fighters who are not so experienced in combat slightly stunned: Is this the rhythm of a fire in the backyard?

It was such a turn of events that made the Houthi offensive slightly weaker - stunned and missed......

The Yemeni soldiers and the officers and soldiers of Sword Group A are different from these Houthi fighters, they have calculated that they will not survive this time, although they don't know why this kind of change happened to the enemy on the opposite side, but for them, this is definitely a good thing!

As soon as the leader of the battle was killed, coupled with the situation of being exposed to the enemy on his back, how could these militants not be confused?

Yes, most of them do have combat experience, but after all, there is a lack of commanders, and chaos is normal, and most of the remaining more than 100 militants immediately went back to fight the sneak attackers on them, and only a small number of people continued to rush forward......

In this way, the fighters of Sword Group A, as well as the Yemeni soldiers, unexpectedly got a breather......

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