When Nia Sharma used her fire-controlling ability, her whole body ignited a light blue flame with a very high temperature like ignited solid alcohol, and rushed towards Song Xiaoshuang, preparing to burn Song Xiaoshuang to the point that there was not even a little scum left, and on the grassy slope of the alpine meadow area on the side of the broad ridgeline, a particularly bloody encounter was fierce.

In the smoke of gunpowder, from time to time, the human limbs that were blown up were splashed in all directions, and the meaningless howls of human beings before dying echoed over the meadow grass slopes from time to time, and the special service teams and mercenary regiments of the Indian Investigation and Analysis Bureau, which had successfully converged, totaled nearly 30 people, and under the command of the Indian-Tibetan Deji and the American Ted, they stubbornly blocked the strong parachute armed assault team, and grenades, individual rockets, and Soviet-style and American-style grenades flew together.

"Deji, we must hold on, as long as Baker leads a few scattered people to converge and flanks the battle line of the parachute armed commando, we can ease our strength!"

Dressed in a light blue travel jacket and a sun hat, the American Ted, the captain of the mercenary team who looked to be in his thirties, was behind a one-meter-high rock, holding a personal communicator headset in his hand, and yelling English sentences at the headset.

After a sturdy mercenary beside him threw two grenades that ripped off the safety pull ring to the grass slope outside the stone, Ted silently thought about the grenade explosion for a few seconds in his heart, and without waiting for the special service team Deji who was cooperating in the nearby area to reply, he didn't care about hanging the individual communicator headset on his ear again, kneeling on one leg at a very fast speed, taking advantage of the cover of a stone in front of him, holding a general-purpose machine gun with a chain box, resting the deployed general-purpose machine gun bipod on the surface of the stone, holding the gun with his shoulder against the butt, They fired at speed and swept across the meadow slope more than 100 meters away, firing blocking fire in an attempt to suppress the parachute armed assault team members from approaching, attracting the attention of the opposing machine gunners, and buying the necessary time for the special service members and mercenaries who were emptying their magazines.

Under the afterglow of the sunset, the muzzle of the general-purpose machine gun spewed out the old black and red flames when it was fired, and the unique gunfire of the "Da Da Da" continuous shooting was particularly eye-catching on the front line of the firefight, with his shoulder against the butt, his body shook slightly with the obvious recoil of the machine gun, and the muscles on his face blackened by the gunsmoke shook involuntarily, and a pair of blue and gray eyes that looked cunning had already fainted blood red, and the killing aura was highlighted!

The encounter between the ridge line and the parachute armed assault team, his mercenary team suffered unprecedented losses, many of the mercenary elite who were in the hundred battles when the mercenary team was established, died in the damn Ladakh Mountains, the parachute armed assault team is strong in terms of technology and tactics, the speed of the assault, and the strength of the firepower are the only ones Ted has seen in his mercenary career for many years, once a member hangs up, he will redouble the fire, and the bloody killing meaning is getting stronger and stronger, Ted is very surprised, who hired such an elite mercenary team that is not afraid of death, the price must be far more than the cost of hiring your own mercenary team.

"Whew!"

Just when the loose metal bullet chain of the general-purpose machine gun continued to shrink and deliver 7.62 mm caliber machine gun bullets to the receiver, suddenly a non-obvious arrow burst into the air, sounding over the grassy slope near the stone, just at the moment when the sound of the arrow breaking through the air was far and near, Ted didn't think about throwing away the general-purpose machine gun, and flew out to one side, followed by an exploding black and red fire cloud with a dull explosion sound, rising next to the stone.

The gray-white rocks that seemed to be hard aroused countless pieces of gravel in the explosive shrapnel of the explosive warhead alloy feather arrows, and the members of the special service team and mercenaries who stayed nearby subconsciously dodged the explosive warhead shrapnel and gravel of the exploded alloy feather arrows, and the firepower network suddenly became sparse.

The members of the parachute armed assault team hidden next to the grassy slope ridge dozens of meters away had already set their eyes on the Yankee Ted, who had exposed his upper body and pulled the general-purpose machine gun to fire violently to block the shooting, and shot a feathered arrow with an alloy explosive warhead with a powerful compound bow, which was specially prepared for Ted, but Ted was the captain of the mercenary team after all, and his years of mercenary career had trained a keen intuitive perception of danger and a strong skill, and he successfully escaped a catastrophe.

"Phew!"

Ted, who was closest to the blast wave of the explosion, was lying on the ground with his head covered in dust, raised his head and opened his mouth to spit obliquely on the ground, and a deformed and bent barrel and receiver part of a general-purpose machine gun that had become a part appeared on the ground next to him, and a piece of composite disconnected butt was smoking on the sandy ground a meter away from Ted.

Just now, Ted didn't care about the others, and his mandibles unfortunately hit a fist-sized gravel, and the tip of his tongue was broken by closing his upper and lower teeth.

"Look at what I'm doing, I'm fine, the machine gun is gone and the assault rifle is gone, if you don't want to die, fire back at me......"

When Ted Mali turned over from the ground, he easily carried an AK74 folding assault rifle that was placed against the ridge in his hand from the side of the ridge, skillfully shot several short shots and a long point shot, and cooperated with a special service member wearing a leather robe and a fur felt hat a few meters away to throw out a grenade, successfully suppressing the continuous movement dozens of meters away to try to approach the parachute armed team members, the explosion of the grenade blew up countless grass clippings and smoke, forcing the parachute armed team members to shrink back, In order to boost the morale of his own personnel, Ted took this opportunity to open his lips and shouted a few English sentences, Ted's expression became unusually cold when he yelled, and the mercenaries and special service members who inadvertently made eye contact with him felt a chill down his spine.

“…… Ted...... Ted, there are a lot of seriously wounded, we can't leave them to the mercenaries, we need a force of flank assault, otherwise the situation will get worse, where is Baker, we need him to get in there! ”

Just when Ted's voice fell, the sound of "rustling" electricity sounded in the micro speaker of the headset of the individual communicator hanging on Ted's chest with a thin wire, and then there was a hurried call and speech from Deji, the captain of the special service team, who was a few hundred meters away.

Ted's expression was clear, and after moving sideways in a low posture for more than ten meters, the cat was in another naturally formed soil ditch, watching his team members try their best to block and shoot, and after temporarily successfully stabilizing the fire defense line, Ted did not answer Deji at all, but directly used the individual communicator to call the machine gunner Baker.

"Baker! Beck, where are you bastard, you didn't hang up and talk back......"

“……”

"Autumn Autumn Autumn ......"

Ted didn't get a response from the machine gunner Baker in time, there was only a disorderly electric sound in the headset speaker, and then the ditch and ridge around him were hit by a series of small-caliber paratrooper light machine gun bullet bullets that flew by, and the gray dust and grass clippings flew, followed by the dull sound of a terrible bullet burrowing into the sand, Ted reflexively rolled out with the gun, and secretly came to an American-style national curse in his heart, knowing that his figure had been exposed to the visual search of the opponent's machine gunner, and he couldn't stay here, Otherwise, a 30-mm Soviet-style grenade is likely to arrive in an instant.

"Ted, I'm Baker, get out of the damn ridge with the rest of the people, or we won't be able to go......"

Just as Ted, who was rolling out with a gun, crashed into the sandy wall of the ridge and stopped, and the AK74 assault rifle with his head came out with a long shot to sweep across the grassy slope in front of him, and opened fire on the nearby team members in the hidden place, the machine gunner Baker suddenly heard a rapid shout with the meaning of the American faction in the headset of the individual communicator.

Ted looked happy, his body shrank back from the edge of the ridge, sat down with his back against the gray and yellow sand of the ridge, and after exhaling a long breath with his chest rising and falling violently, he held the headset of the individual communicator in his hand, and shouted calmly: "Baker...... Baker? You're bastard still alive, great, how many people are left? ”

Ted didn't wait for Beck's answer, but suddenly heard three pistol gunshots from the speaker of the individual communicator headset, Ted was stunned, the sound of the pistol was so eye-catching, could Baker ......, Ted hurriedly called Baker loudly into the individual communicator headset, but only vaguely heard Beck's suppressed cry of pain and rapid gasps.

"Shet!"

Ted understood that Baker, the machine gunner, couldn't count on it, and cursed with a decadent look on his face, ripped off the sunhat he wore on his head, threw away the empty magazine on the AK74 assault rifle, took a magazine full of bullets from the magazine bag of the tactical vest and put it on the gun, pulled the bolt to load the bullet (AK47 and AK74 are not set up with an empty compartment, and it needs to be manually operated to load the bullets with a spare magazine after emptying the bullets in the magazine), with a look of resentment, Suddenly stood up and rushed at the parachute armed assault team members who were approaching dozens of meters away, pulling the trigger and sweeping, and while the opponent was firing back and dodging, the communication between Ted and the machine gunner Baker remained open.

The muzzle of the gun spewed black and red flames, the bullet casings swirled and flew on the dry and hard sandy ground to smash a slip of smoke and dust, and Ted, who kept moving his body position and firing according to the gun, on the resolute face with a clear silhouette blackened by the gunsmoke, the muscles trembled involuntarily, and he had entered a subtle realm of self-forgetfulness, letting the bullet warheads flying by around him, holding the AK74 assault rifle and firing continuously, firing and strafing did not stop at all, as if he was still carrying a general-purpose machine gun in his hand, The speed at which you can change the spare magazine with one hand is the pinnacle since becoming a mercenary (the tactical skill of changing the spare magazine when there are a few rounds left in the magazine on the body of the gun can maintain the continuous fire output, although this will cost more ammunition in a short period of time, and will not be used unless necessary)!

Because of the individual communicator, Ted heard the brief voice of John and the three mercenaries approaching the seriously injured Baker, and Ted knew that the other party was also a team of mercenaries, and many people had already been lost in Baker's hands.

Well done, old man!

A thought flashed through Ted's mind, and Baker's death reminded him that if he wanted to leave the Ladakh Mountains alive, he couldn't do anything, and the hot-blooded Ted didn't care about anything, and swept away with his gun in his hand.

Ted's seemingly insane move did partially reverse the passive suppression of his own members in a very short period of time.

A number of mercenaries and members of the special service team have learned from each other, standing up and not hesitating to expose themselves to attract firepower, while pulling the trigger of the gun in their hands with a fierce expression, the two fire support hands that are suppressed so that they can't even lift their heads, get the opportunity to be covered by their companions, and in the process of continuous movement, they use hand-held automatic grenade launchers and individual rocket launchers to shoot several grenades and a rocket at the opposite grassy slope area.

As mercenaries and special service members were constantly shot in their bodies, and their bodies were spraying blood and their faces were unwillingly falling, almost at the same moment, the explosion shock wave formed by the convergence of 40mm grenades and 66mm rockets had swept over a large area, and the counter-suppression achieved unprecedented success!

The parachute armed assault team did not expect that the special service team and mercenaries of the Indian Investigation and Analysis Bureau, which were already on the verge of collapse, could also have a decisive counter-suppression, and a few grenades and a rocket were just in the direction of the movement of the armed team members. The firepower network of the parachute armed team suddenly became broken, and the remaining members of the armed team who were on the grassy slope missed the opportunity and were suppressed by the counter-attack, obviously in a passive and unfavorable situation. It seems that the tide of the war could be reversed.

At this time, John still has three members of the armed assault team, and they are still a short distance from the grassy slope area where the fierce fire is being fired, and they are speeding up, but it will obviously take some time for John and the others to arrive (the parachute operation on the ridgeline, because it is a fierce encounter, John and a small number of armed assault team members are trying to annihilate the remnants led by the machine gunner Baker, and most of the remaining troops are just in time for Deji and Ted's forces to converge, so there is a fierce and brutal firefight, and the two firefighting clusters are getting more and more separate).

In the face of the counter-suppression and firing of the special service team and mercenaries led by Deji and Ted personally, the number of people was lost in an instant, and the parachute armed team of less than ten people was left, obviously not holding out for long.

Just when one side of his cheek was slashed by a stray bullet flying from an assault rifle, and the two-inch-long shocking wound blood beads rolled down his neck and Ted, who was still in disregard, was about to make a gesture to withdraw from the battle, and immediately disengaged from the parachute armed assault team, when several pistol shots rang out, a vigorous figure suddenly appeared on the grass slope grass on the side only more than 20 meters away from Ted.

A few meters away from the figure, there was a black mercenary who was carrying out anti-suppression impact fire, with unusually stocky muscles, and at the moment when the figure appeared, a few pistol shots suddenly sounded in the ears of the black mercenary, and then he felt that his chest hurt very much, and a few holes appeared in his clothes, and black and red blood continued to rush out of the holes, and he was actually hit by a pistol, damn bastard, how could it be?

This sad mercenary was surprised to find that a mature woman wearing a desert digital camouflage training uniform, with a folding and modified AK74 assault rifle hanging around her neck, covering her head and neck with a magic turban, only showed a pair of black and gray shining eyes, because this woman was fat and concave, judging from the rich experience of mercenaries, the age should be between twenty-five and thirty-five years old.

However, the black mercenary only flashed such a thought in his mind, and he fell to the ground weakly, and before the mercenary fell to the ground, the mature woman who covered her face with a magic turban had already appeared next to another frightened secret service member not far away, and the same shot of a few rapid fire pistols caused the special service member to spurt blood in his chest and fell to the ground.

Damn bastards!

When Ted found out that something was wrong, it was too late to rescue, he cursed in his heart, and regardless of the gun, he flew out to the side and fell into a ditch, Ted turned over and hurried along the ditch, preparing to stay away from the strange appearance of the cruel and terrible woman, just jumped up from the ditch, and saw another woman with a magic headscarf covering her face, a pair of blue eyes revealing a sense of play, standing on the edge of the ditch and pulling the trigger of the Glock 17 automatic pistol in her hand......

(To be continued.) )