I couldn't hear what the butler was shouting, but anyone could tell that he meant to get us people out of the house as quickly as possible, and let him take cover.

The butler and Moreau's cover shot didn't fire a few shots, and a dense stream of bullets flew from the place of the explosion. I saw Moreau, who was standing next to the butler, and fell down with several bullets in his body. The butler did not retreat because the man next to him had fallen, and he continued to shoot there with his gun under the cover of the sandbag.

At this time, I was pulled up by a man, and I looked sideways, and it was a drag bottle, and he was talking to me while pulling me. Beside him is Paro, who is dragging Quinn. Only one of the men I had called in to support Paro was shooting out of the window, and the others were trying to help the butler suppress those who had already attacked.

"Quick! Divide the people into two teams according to the previous plan. Let Walker blow up the stairs here. I said as I was dragged back by the oil bottle.

The oil bottle opened his mouth to speak to me, and before he could finish his sentence, I felt that he and I staggered and both fell to the ground. The oil bottle was not injured, and he quickly got up and came over to pull me. And I looked back first, because I knew that this fall was also caused by the shock wave of the explosion.

I looked back and saw that the butler, who had been holding out, was gone, and although from time to time bullets flew towards the place where he had been, there was no longer anyone to be seen there. At this moment, we have completely lost the suppression of the guerrillas in the courtyard, and soon a figure appeared outside the window on the left.

These partisans, who arrived at the window, did not rush in, but threw several grenades inside from the gates and windows. After the grenade exploded, it was the assault men who blasted the left side that attacked the hall first.

As soon as I shook off the oil bottle, I raised my gun and opened fire on the invading guerrillas, who also opened fire when they saw that I was starting to fight back. The guerrillas, who had attacked first, were immediately shot and fell, while the people behind them did not continue to follow, but hid in the shadows and opened fire on those of us who were fighting back, and those who had already reached the outside of the house and had just thrown grenades began to shoot inside the house.

I didn't dare to stay long, so after firing two shots, I slapped the oil bottle and quickly retreated towards the previously planned position. Stopped when we reached the passage on the left that led to the back of the house. I looked to the side, and there was only the oil bottle and another person on standby around me at the moment.

"What about the others?" I asked, looking at the oil bottle.

The oil bottle opened his mouth to say something, but soon realized that I couldn't hear and pointed in the direction of the other side of the passage.

I nodded in understanding, and I pointed to the large window that the butler had guarded before, and said, "You two hold it down." I'll take care of the intruders, and we'll be ready to go back when the stairs blow up! ”

The oil bottle nodded at me and started shooting with the other man. I glanced at the people who were still hiding in the shadows and shooting inside the house, pulled out a grenade, and threw it there. The explosion of the grenade brought the place to a halt for a moment, but soon the bullets flew again, and this time more bullets flew than before, indicating that they were ready to continue their advance.

At that moment, there was a loud tremor and an explosion from the staircase. I heard this explosion, which wasn't very loud to me, and it seemed that my hearing was slowly recovering.

He patted me next to me and signaled that the stairs had been blown off, and then he pointed to the rear, meaning we should retreat.

I nodded, threw a grenade outward again, and pulled back with two men. As soon as we withdrew on our front foot, the guerrillas followed in on our hind foot. First, the assault men entered the hall from the left side of the house, and under the cover of these men, the partisans in the corridors of the houses entered the house through the windows and the door.

There were only three doors on one side of the passage, and I concealed the first two, and shrunk the other, and took refuge in the room behind the third, and motioned for the oil bottle to take the man back back again, to the corner of the staircase and the passage near the back of the house.

When the partisans came in, perhaps because they were unfamiliar with the terrain in the house, they did not act immediately. After they lingered in the hall for a moment, some of them tried to go upstairs, but just then, a dense burst of gunfire came from upstairs. After dropping a few corpses, the guerrillas soon found that the stairs were broken and could not lead to the upper floor, so they quickly retreated and, under the cover of some men, attacked the passages on both sides.

I tilted my head sideways and looked into the passage, and there were about a dozen people coming towards me. They divided into two teams and attacked against the walls on both sides of the passage. When he came to the first door, the leader fired a few shots into the door, and when he saw that there was no movement, he motioned to the people behind him to push the door and take a look.

At this point, I pulled the trigger, and the man in the lead was immediately shot and fell. The team on the other side of the passage immediately fired at me. As I retracted my head, the oil bottle took the man and began to fight back. And after waiting for the other side to transfer the fire to them again, I took out a grenade again and came to the door, pressed against the ground and rolled the grenade towards the guerrillas.

The grenade caused a commotion among the partisans, and I heard them screaming, followed by an explosion. I immediately picked up my gun and looked sideways to see three or four of their bodies lying in the passage, and some of the guerrillas who had taken refuge in the room at the first door also looked at me.

I immediately fired at the man who was looking at me, the bullet hit the wall in front of him by the door frame and missed him, and just as I was about to retract I saw the guerrillas follow my example and roll a grenade down the ground.

I immediately closed the door and fell down to the right side of the door. The moment I fell to the ground, the grenade exploded. The explosion tore the door straight through the frame, disintegrating as it flew into the room, scattering shards and smashing into the walls of the room.

I immediately got up from the ground, knowing that the partisans would hurry up and continue to advance. I can't let them come. Gunshots rang out again from the oil bottles. As I walked towards the door, I saw a dark figure fly through the door, and then an explosion accompanied by a strong vibration was heard, and the oil bottles were immediately silent.

Looks like I'm the only one left here. I stood on my feet and was about to step to the door to try to stop the guerrillas, when a dark figure appeared at the door, I instinctively pulled the trigger, and continued to shoot along the wall next to the door.

The man must have been shot, as the wall was not bulletproof, but the other man also started shooting at the wall. Bullets immediately flew sideways across the room, and at least two bullets landed on my body, causing me to stumble backwards.

The guerrillas probably heard the movement of a heavy object falling to the ground in the house, and immediately came to the door, and I lay on the ground before I had time to get up, but fortunately the gun was not yet out of my hand and pulled the trigger directly at the door.

One of the partisans hit the muzzle of the gun, and he fell down with several bullets in his body. He wasn't the only one, though, and his companion behind him immediately leaned out as he opened fire. I immediately dropped the M4A1 and rolled to the side to avoid his range, and the guerrillas saw that they hadn't killed me, so they prepared to angle and shoot again. At this moment, I continued to roll with inertia, and as I got up, I pulled out my pistol, and when I saw the barrel of the opponent coming in, I immediately fired several shots in the direction of the barrel. I don't know if I hit him or not, because if I did, I probably wouldn't have a chance to get out of here.

Suddenly, a bright light with a piercing screech shrill sound flashed outside the door, and the partisans who were already outside the door immediately became a mess, followed by gunfire in the passage.

This is a shock bomb! Someone has come to support here. I grabbed my pistol and walked quickly to the door, when suddenly a guerrilla staggered into the house with a rifle in his hand. As soon as I pulled away the barrel of the gun he was pointing at in front of me, I kicked the man in the lower abdomen, and the man immediately sat down and fell back in pain, and the gun in his hand came out of his hand. When I saw him fall to the ground, I immediately fired two shots at him. After killing this man, I threw away my pistol, picked up the M16 rifle that I had snatched from the guerrilla, and went to the door. At this moment, the bodies of the partisans were lying on the ground in the passage. At the corner of the passage and the staircase, Pinto was waving to me to pass.

When I got to Pinto's side, I saw the oil bottle leaning limply against the edge of the stairs, panting, his arms and head covered in blood. And the companion who had been with him was now dead and fell around the corner.

"How is he?" I asked, looking at Pinto.

Before Pinto could speak, the oil bottle spoke first, "Die. . . Can't die. ”

I nodded and asked, "What about the rest of the world?" ”

Hearing this, Pinto spoke more relaxedly. I still don't hear very well, but judging by the staccato words and Pinto's expression, the guerrillas don't have much strength.

I looked back at the hall, and at the moment there were no partisans in the passage on our side. Some of them were still fighting the people upstairs in the hall, and on the other side of the passage, which was supposed to be defended by Paro at the moment, there were gunshots.

I glanced back at Pinto, who had led the two men down. I looked down at the oil bottle and said, "Can you walk by yourself?" ”

The oil bottle nodded and said yes. I then said, "I'll go upstairs and take care of the wound in a moment." ”

I looked at Pinto and said, "Come on." Now it's time for us to attack! ”