"I'm Sergey!" Sergei shouted loudly to the surroundings: "I am Sergei, all leaning towards me." Find the person carrying the flare, whoever it is, and immediately shoot the flare in front of you or over your head! Hurry! ”

Sergei's shouts played a big role in the moment, and although they were of little use to the Abkhazians who had already run away, they did give the rest of the Russians a slight boost to their confidence after they could identify the direction and location of the voice.

And after a few moments, it is unknown whether the flare was found or the person who was carrying the flare itself was found. Anyway, one flare after another flew again, illuminating the entire area and the direction of progress again.

Seeing that the situation around him quickly became clear, Sergei immediately turned to the surrounding people again: "Everyone hurry up, forward, get out of this area!" Hurry! He shouted as he ran sideways to the others, repeating the words to him and the others around him as he pulled a man by him. At the same time, several people who followed Sergei saw him like this, and they all tried to organize everyone here to act in unison.

Thanks to the joint efforts of Sergei and others, the Russians were quickly reorganized, and although there were considerable losses on this short stretch of the road, and some people still failed to organize, most of them quickly moved towards the river.

However, at this moment, the Hermet mercenaries led by John had left the place where they had just pretended to cross the river. By the moment, everything was going according to his plan. This can't help but make him feel a little like his good luck has quietly returned. After all, in the daytime, except for himself and a few people who escaped, he suffered heavy losses, and although he also went back and forth throughout the battle, it always made John feel that he was under control of luck everywhere, as if he was completely on the side of the other party.

Now it was quite different, and looking at the fires that flickered in the woods from time to time, John could imagine the helplessness of the Russians or the Abkhazians at the moment. Even after seeing the flares flying into the sky one after another, he didn't feel any sense of crisis, not even a sense of urgency. Because judging from the position of the flares, the direction of these people in the forest has been staggered from their own. Even if they were to be by the river at this moment, they would not cause themselves any trouble, and at the moment Thun on the east bank they had already focused all their attention here. As soon as they saw the figures of these guys appear by the river, a fierce shot would go straight to their face like a heavy punch in the back.

So John didn't pay much attention to the situation here, but he didn't take it too lightly. After one last look at the direction of the road, he turned to Pete and Colin who were not far away, and said, "Pete, Colin, and Toby, you guys pay attention to cover our right rear, and be careful that some of them are touching through the woods." ”

Just as Pete and the others began to move, the Russians in the woods approached the river with the help of flares and marched faster and faster. This was due to the fact that there were fewer shells coming from the other side not long ago. However, this time it was not to adjust the area of the shelling again, but more like the opponent's shells were no longer sustainable, and they could not continue to shell them with high intensity. This made these Russians more confident at once, and most of them still believed that as long as they could see those Yankees, they would be able to completely wipe out the other side on the shore by virtue of their absolute numerical superiority.

In fact, at this moment, the cannonballs they brought with Thun were indeed depleted. But for now, that doesn't make a difference to them. I saw that the men who had been operating the mortars, after shooting the last few shells, each picked up his rifle and set up an ambush on the east side according to Thun's instructions.

After slowly approaching the river, Sergei quickly called off his artillery. Because from his observations, compared to the other side's shelling, the people on his side are simply wasting shells. At the moment, there was no movement in the area they were shelling, except for the occasional explosions, which meant that they had dropped all their shells in an area where there was no target.

Receiving Sergei's report, Semolov immediately stopped the shelling and demanded that Sergey find the target as soon as possible.

Sergei, who had received Semolov's instructions, did not waste much time, and he knew that if it were anyone, these Yankees would get out of here as soon as possible. But he was still worried about the people on the East Coast. Although Sergei barely fired a single shot during the night's battle, he did not even see the Yankees after leaving the city and entering the highway pursuit. But along the way, he had heard all the communications between Semolov and the others, and he not only knew that there were men on the east bank, but also that the men hidden on the east bank had caused much more damage to them than the gang they were really pursuing.

Therefore, although he knew the importance of hurrying the time, he did not rush to the river after the other party stopped shelling. Instead, they first contacted the area of shelling adjusted by Semolov's own artillery, and began shelling on the shore area of the east bank.

However, after adjusting according to Sergei's requirements, these shells were still not very accurate, although they were much better in the general direction than before, but the shells fell more in the Ingri River, and the few shells that hit the east bank did not cause any trouble to Thun and them, and they still paid close attention to the movements on the west bank, ready to attack the pursuers who appeared.

Sergey, who was in the woods, returned to command the team towards the river shortly after the shelling began. In fact, after going deep into the woods, you have no idea how far you have to go, or how far you have to go to get to the river. More of them, their eyes widened and they tried to look ahead, hoping that they could see something other than trees in the dark woods ahead that had something to do with the river.

But what they don't know is that compared to these pursuers of them. On the east bank, Thun and the others clearly knew the approximate location and direction of the group in the forest based on the flares that were constantly ascending to the sky. And two minutes after the other side adjusted the shelling area and resumed the continuous shelling, with the light from the sky from the flares, Thun and the others had already seen the figure swaying in the woods.