"What are you shouting? What's wrong? Perez looked at his men, and after seeing the guy's eyes, he already realized that something bad must have happened.

"Yes ... It's Mina, he said... He said they were subjected to heavy shelling. Heavy losses ... In addition, the people who supported them did not arrive at all. Can't get in touch either. The guy said as he handed the table to Perez.

"It can't be!" Perez yelled and grabbed the platform and said, "Mina, are you crazy?" It's not you who should be shelled, it's those Yankees! ”

"I..." As soon as Mina spoke, an explosion was heard, and soon an explosion could be heard from outside the car window. Perez pulled the desk away from his ear at the shrill sound of the explosion and looked up in the direction of the city. Although he was scolding Mina on his lips, in his heart he knew that everything was true, and now it was not the Yankees who were shelled, but Mina, that is, his own artillery killed his own people!

"Mina! Mina! Speak! Talk Mina, damn it and talk back! Perez yelled twice with the hand, but after getting no response, he threw the handstand out, and after a moment of silence he turned to look at his men and said, "Help me contact the people who deliver the mortars!" Help me contact them! ”

"I've been contacted... Perez's men looked at him and said, "I can't get in touch at all." They... Something must have happened to them. ”

"Bastard! These bitches raised them. Perez scolded and lowered his head and thought about it, "What did they encounter?" What's going on? ”

"They must have been attacked. And unexpectedly, before they had time to react, they were all solved before they even had time to call the police. Perez's subordinate whispered.

Perez glanced at the man and said, "Yankee did it?" ”

"This... I think it's possible. After all, only the Yankees are fighting us now. The man replied.

Perez thought for a moment and said, "Then how did they take the mortars from our people?" They were chased and beaten by us before. We are the one who attacked, and it became them to attack so quickly? And went straight into the city and killed our people in one fell swoop, so that they didn't even have a chance to call for help? Is this possible? ”

"So what do you mean... Perez's subordinate looked at him and said tentatively, "Is someone else attacking us?" ”

Perez didn't jump to conclusions right away, but took a deep breath and turned his head to look out the window and said, "How far is it from the Mexicans?" ”

"It'll be there in ten minutes." Humane driving.

"Good!" Perez replied: "Contact Barletta for me, I want to talk to him." ”

At this moment, Barletta has come to the Crystal Avenue in a hurry, and this guy is walking and asking his men to fire a few shots from time to time, which means that it sounds like it is really chasing from a distance. In fact, there is nothing in their sight but themselves, let alone the Yankees.

He didn't want to fight at all, especially with an opponent like the Yankees. Compared with the young Perez, he knows more about the Yankees as he ages. If it had been seven or eight years ago, he wouldn't have been like this. After all, he was not only young at that time, but also had the strength of the guerrillas, and even some people with ideals. And now, the guerrillas are no longer what they used to be, and for so many years they still occupy those poor and unattended places, and they can still only bully and bully those ordinary people, and as for active warfare or political demands, it has long become a dream, even an unreliable dream. This made this guy feel lost, then disappointed and even desperate. So he decided not to do it, and went home early while his hands and feet were still alive.

And just now, the movement of the artillery bombardment, Barletta naturally heard it very clearly. Although he didn't see what happened, he had already guessed that most of the unlucky people in this shelling were his own people, and even he had guessed that most of it was done by himself who had been chasing the Yankees who should have been bitten by him. So when the phone rang with him, he didn't seem flustered after hearing Perez's voice after connecting it, but he seemed panicked in tone, but this panic was as if he was fighting.

"I need support!" Before Perez could speak, Barletta had already shouted, and at the same time motioned to his men, which meant that they should make the movement louder.

"The Yankees' resistance is stubborn, we can't fight it!" Barletta said loudly.

Hearing Barletta's voice and the constant sound of gunfire coming from the phone, Perez felt a wave of confusion. He said, "Where are you now?" ”

"I'm on Crystal Avenue! Resistance at Crystal Boulevard. Can you hear me say? Feed?! Feed! Barletta Road.

"What happened to the shelling just now? Did you see the shelling? Perez asked.

"I didn't see the shelling, but I heard it. It shouldn't be far from us. Look at the direction should come from Mina, where they are," Barletta finished and turned to the others: "Pay attention to concealment!" See if there's any other way to go. Go look around. ”

Perez listened to Barletta's movement and said suspiciously: "Are the people who are fighting with you now?" ”

"It's them!" Barletta said with certainty: "That's them." There should have been about twenty people before, and now there are almost a dozen people, so they should not be wrong. ”

"Okay!" Perez looked helpless, and at the moment he could only trust Barletta, because they were the only ones who could be contacted in the city now. I saw him continue: "Listen, your current mission has changed. I want you to go to Mina immediately with someone. Find them and get in touch with me. Did you hear what I said? ”

"I hear you." Barletta said, "But I don't understand what you mean. Are you asking me to quit the current battle and go to Mina and them? ”

"That's right! That's what it means! Perez confirmed: "I want you to find them for me as soon as possible!" Do you understand? ”

"Understood!" Barletta replied, "I'll take people into action right away!" After Perez hung up, Barletta put away the phone and gestured to his subordinates: "Okay." We fought and retreated. ”

"Fight and retreat?" A young man not far from him asked, puzzled.

"Yes. Fight and retreat. Barletta smiled and said, "Shoot and retreat." Leave Crystal Mile. ”

"Is it over?" The man then asked.