"Understood!" Sergei, who was in the woods, understood this too, and immediately after he agreed, he commanded the GRU and the men of the 74th Airborne Division to quickly get up and move forward. Of course, he did not forget about the Abkhazians. But these Abkhazians are as difficult to control as ever. After several urgings, only a small number of Abkhazians stood up and quickly followed them, while many more Abkhazians remained in place, seeking shelter and not daring to move.

And Semolov, who was outside the woods, could not care about these Abkhazians who were afraid of the enemy and cowardly at the moment. He quickly looked at the mortars that were firing shells and shouted: "Artillery fire extends to the east!" Extend!!! ”

While Semolov was trying to change the area of shelling, the area of shelling by the Yankees on the east coast was the first to change. There was a brief pause in the shelling, and after the resumption of the shelling, a dense burst of shells fell in the woods, that is, closer to the river.

This put Sergei, who was attacking, into a predicament. Because the flares had been broken at this moment, their travel speed was seriously affected, and they could only watch the shells fall towards them one after another, which made their progress even slower while there were continuous casualties. The worst thing is that the originally compact team slowly became disjointed, and the distance between each other became larger and larger, both vertically and horizontally due to the inconsistency of travel speed and their respective evasions. Soon some of them disappeared from each other's sight and ran out in different directions when they got up again, and some of them were already lost, not knowing where they were going in the dark woods.

And the worst were the Abkhazians, who were somewhat passive and avoided the war, who happened to be in the center of this shelling. It can be said that it blooms everywhere in them. These people have no other place to hide except to cling to the trees, but these trees can't block the shock wave caused by the explosion, and can only be killed by the shock wave or the explosion directly by the explosion when the trees are swallowed by the explosion.

This made the Abkhazians quickly overwhelmed. Someone no longer hid from moving, but did not continue on, but got up and quickly ran towards the edge of the woods where they had started.

With the first one, there were soon two, three, four, five, six, and after a while, waves of people rushed out. Although the people who ran up did not make themselves less likely to be blown up, in fact, not only did not reduce but increased the possibility of being affected by the explosion, but the fear made them not care about these at all, and just ran back all the way without looking back. Even if you see someone blown over before they have traveled far, even if someone hits a tree because they can't see the road clearly, or falls to the ground from flying debris, these things don't stop people who are still alive.

"Stop!" Semolov looked at the men who ran out of the woods one after another and shouted: "Stop! Stop it! If you don't stop stopping, I'm going to shoot! ”

Although Semolov shouted in a matter-of-fact manner, he would not actually shoot at all. This is, after all, Abkhazia, and shooting their own armed forces here will get themselves into trouble and big trouble. What is even more tragic is that these people did not take Semolov's words seriously at all, and not only did none of them stop, but they did not stop after running out of the woods, and soon disappeared on the road.

Looking at everything in front of him, Semolov felt a deep powerlessness. He was completely dead to these Abkhazians, and the only thing he could do now was to stabilize Sergei and them, and not let the escape of these Abkhazians affect the others who were still in the woods.

Thinking of this, Semolov immediately contacted Sergei again, and his purpose was simply to stabilize them, at least let Sergei stabilize them.

And Sergei was actually doing this at the moment, so after hearing that Semolov told him to stabilize his men as much as possible, he didn't let Semolov finish his words and said: "I need flares!" We can't even see the road clearly, and we can't move on. I need someone to fire flares, or we're all going to be blown up here! ”

Hearing Sergei say this, Semolov immediately looked at the edge of the woods where there had been people firing flares. It was pitch black at the moment, and there was nothing else in sight. He quickly turned his head to look, he wanted to find someone to go over and see if anyone was still alive, but after looking around, there was no one else but the Abkhaz, who he could not trust at all. So he picked up the radio again and said, "Don't you have flares there?" Did it all go to the Abkhazians? ”

Sergey heard Semolov's words and said loudly: "Our people are scattered. Now the situation here is much worse than you think! I had no idea how many people were still following me. So I need people to see each other, and I need to let people know where they are, at least let them know where I am. ”

Hearing Sergei say this, Semolov took a heavy breath and said: "Okay! I'll take care of it. I got it! With that, he suddenly got up and ran towards the woods.

Moments later, he came to this area on the edge of the woods that had just been shelled. Here he found several bodies. He couldn't be sure if the bodies were the ones who had been in charge of lighting the flares, and he hadn't found what he needed after rummaging through them for a while. But just as he was rummaging, a man suddenly crawled out from a bombed tree not far from him.

Semolov quickly looked at the man and said, "Flares! Where are the flares? ”

The man was obviously blown up in a trance, and it wasn't until Semolov repeated it twice to him that he reacted to what Semolov had said. I saw that this man quickly got up and was busy for a while, and after a while, a flare finally flew into the sky.

The flare quickly lit up the entire woods, and the first thing Semolov saw was a mess in the woods.

Trees lying on the ground, corpses, and wounded crawling in the dark, and even more Abkhazians who took advantage of the light to flee. All of this is rapidly draining what little confidence Semolov already has left.

Fortunately, for Sergey, this flare from heaven helped him a lot. Although the flare could provide very limited light for the distance they had run, it could only allow the people around him to see each other clearly. But for them, who have just experienced the darkness, it is enough.