Break through with the wounded, it can't be fast, it's more dangerous to hold on to the spot, Wang Wei looked at Chao Xuefeng, his eyes met, and the two experienced fighters instantly reached a tacit understanding, no matter what, they must rush to break out of the encirclement before the enemy's mortar position is transferred to the position.

"Kill me!" Wang Wei domineeringly ordered, and the assault team mixed with the wounded was in a formation without loopholes, attacking the weak point of the encirclement, and still attacking like a fierce tiger and breaking through a bamboo.

The militants blocking the way of the assault team panicked, and after firing a few shots, the killing gods who hated the enemy rushed in front of them and had to engage in close combat.

The melee in which the enemy has me and the enemy has the enemy is exactly what the Blade Commandos are good at, and it also restricts the use of the enemy's guns and grenades.

The top soldiers with thousands of sharp blades are all masters of fighting and fighting, where can the people of Dongtu block the killing moves of these killing gods with all their might, most of them will lie down as soon as they look at each other.

Wang Wei jumped high, waved his right hand like a knife, smashed the strong man's spine in the way, and smashed the person down, his left hand was not idle, and the German-made P229 pistol in his hand fired rapidly and continuously, killing three people, one of the bullets almost grazed the back of Chao Xuefeng's head, shooting the militants who intended to sneak attack Chao Xuefeng from the side and rear.

Hand-to-hand combat, so that the combat skills of the blade team members can be maximized, destroying and crushing the enemy, Wang Weichao Xuefeng looked around, no one was left behind, a little rest assured, and then they could stand out.

On a hill 3,000 meters away, the East Turkistan mortar squad quietly drilled out of the tunnel, and the countless natural caves in the Hinduku Mountains and the tunnels left by the century-old guerrilla war gave them the ability to be elusive, and more than a dozen people skillfully erected five legal-made PP93 60 mm caliber mortars.

The muzzle of the gun is facing the melee area, obviously disregarding the lives of his own people.

"Our warriors of East Turkestan die for jihad, and the souls will be blessed by Allah." The masked man in charge of the mortar squad folded his hands on his chest and prayed on his back, and then ordered the cannon to fire, and the loader, who had already put the shell in front of the muzzle, ordered to let go. Immediately after that, the shell shot high into the air at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, drawing a perfect parabolic trajectory and smashing into the melee area, and the fragments of shrapnel from the explosion did not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

Fortunately, the blade team members wear body armor and helmets, and if they don't hit the face and neck, they are generally not life-threatening, unlike the people of East Turkistan, who die one by one.

The explosions continued one after another, and the personnel on both sides were all lying on the ground, and the gray-faced Wang Wei stared at the distant mountain, gritting his teeth with hatred.

More than 3,000 meters apart.

The sniper is helpless, and in a state of melee, the sniper is completely useless.

Wang Wei also found that all the vitality of East Turkistan was flocking to the point, and immediately ordered to "rush out of the city!" ”

The others had no objection, knowing that if they were surrounded again, they braved artillery fire, supported the wounded, and broke through the encirclement with difficulty.

Wei Chao Xuefeng led the eight-person palace and retreated.

No one was left behind, but most of the wounded, more than 10 people lost the ability to move, the speed of the march can be imagined, more than 200 people 100 meters behind them followed from a distance of 100 meters, on the distant mountain, the East Turkistan mortar team fine-tuned the angle of fire, and the shells fired by the PP229 mortar with a range of more than 5,000 meters were like maggots on the tarsal bones, and they exploded one after another around the blade team.

Wang Wei used up the magazine of the M4A1 carbine and replaced it with a pistol, how bad the situation was, he knew that the matter had come to this point, and there was only one thought in his mind to fight to the death.

Forty men marched three kilometers under a hail of bullets and artillery fire, and finally got out of the range of the mortars, but paid the price of four more people.

Thirty-six people alive, almost all of them hung the lottery, if the more than 10 seriously injured people were not treated in time, it would definitely be a death, Zhao Yang, who had led the reconnaissance team to the training camp in the East Turkistan training camp before, mourned: "If you don't leave, I want to avenge the dead comrades!" ”

"Yes, not leaving!"

Twenty or thirty people spoke in unison, and Wang Weichao Xuefeng, who was hiding behind the rocks and setting up a thunder trap, looked back at the team members who had stopped moving, his expression gloomy, and he was silent.

The two of them knew that they would not be able to leave with so many wounded people, unless they let the wounded hinder the enemy.

At this time, a wounded man said: "Captain, let us stay who are wounded, we don't have to be a burden, we can also stop the enemy, and we have no regrets if we die." ”

"We're willing to stay."

"Captain, you should take the brothers who can go, our people can't all die here."

Wang Wei looked at the enemy who was cautiously approaching 100 meters away, and at the wounded who looked at the dead as if they were at home, as a sharp-edged old bird who had gone on dozens of overseas missions, he had never been so aggrieved and sad as he was today, his palms and backs were full of meat, and he patted his chest to the head of the base before he came, and assured the head of the base that he would not leave a single one to take back after the mission was completed.

Now there are heavy casualties, and if you leave the wounded behind, you will really fail to go home, it is better to die headlong, think about it, he has tears in his eyes, stares at everyone, and said slowly: "The crockpot is not broken from the well, and the soldiers will inevitably die in battle, and today I will accompany you to the most rear." ”

"If you can't get out, then you will fight to the end." Chao Xuefeng said as he spoke, replacing his gun with the only remaining magazine, and leaving his wife and children behind in order to defend the dignity and honor of the soldiers.

Thirty-six people, not counting the seriously injured and unconscious wounded, nearly twenty people could fight, each looking for cover, taking out all the grenades and magazines, and preparing to fight at the last half.

When they became Blade Members, they imagined what it was like today and were always ready, so they knew they were going to die and had nothing to fear!

"Smoke a cigarette, Lord Hades doesn't have that thing." Wang Wei took out the crumpled cigarette case, pulled out one and handed it to Chao Xuefeng who was prostrate beside him.

Chao Xuefeng took the Yuxi cigarette, sniffed it with great enjoyment, lit it while holding his mouth, and said while smoking: "Good smoke, it's a pity that I won't have a chance to smoke it in the future." ”

In the distance, more than 200 East Turkistan militants slowly pressed over, many carrying 60 rocket launchers, several leaders grunted to boost morale, and the mortar squad moved again to provide fire support for their own people.

After appreciating the melee style of the Blade Players, the people of East Turkistan did not dare to get too close, kept a distance of 70 meters, or squatted or lying on their stomachs and waited in battle.

One side stopped waiting for the mortars to be ready, while the other side, in order to save ammunition, did not shoot at will, and the field between the two mountains became quiet.

Open! Open! Open!

Mortars fired.

"Kill the past" Chao Xuefeng jumped up and rushed towards the enemy who was waiting for him, instead of sitting and waiting to be killed, it was better to take the initiative to attack and kill a few more people.

Wang Wei followed Chao Xuefeng.

Others are not far behind.

This is a desperate charge, and there is no return.

At the last moment, people on both sides suddenly heard the roar of helicopters from far and near, and subconsciously looked up at the sky, and four Russian-made truck-type helicopter gunships swept over the ridge in a menacing manner.

, and helicopters?

Zhao Yang watched the helicopter appear in the rear of the East Turkistan armed forces, and was completely desperate.