The sound of artillery sounded the signal to charge.

Total Attack!

"Some people say that we are a fighting people......"

The commander-in-chief of the Russian Front, Artav, straightened his beret and threw his steel helmet to the ground, then he drew his pistol.

As a colonel of the former Signal Banner, Alpav had the highest military rank, for which he was chosen commander-in-chief of the Russian Front.

Although Alpav joined Solar System because of his monthly salary of $60,000, he is not a senior employee of Solar System, he is not a mercenary of Solar System, he is not the head of the Yemen branch of Solar System, he is the commander of the Russian Front.

Even Alpaf couldn't recognize his own men, because they had belonged to different departments, different troops.

But now, they all have only one identity, they are the Russian Front, and in the first war that will decide the fate of humanity, they will fight as Russians.

"Let's really fight to the end!"

Alpav turned around and looked at the soldiers he led, and then he said loudly: "I have nothing to say, you are fighting each other, try to cause more chaos to the enemy, try to live as long as possible, everyone, it is a pleasure to meet you." ”

The combat uniforms were different, the weapons were slightly different, and although it was the last battle, the appearance of the Russian Front was still untidy.

Alpav smiled at the man in front of him and nodded, then he turned and raised his pistol.

Taking a deep breath, Alpav yelled, "Ula! ”

"Ulla!"

"Ulla."

"Ulla!"

Alpaf put his gun down and ran in front.

"Ula ......"

A group of Russian special forces, once the best and still the best, charged the enemy's lines with the tactics of World War I.

Of course, you can't rush up so straight and send you to your death, because the role of the Russian Front is not as simple as rushing up to show your bravery and then dying.

Why should the ram use the most elite special forces as cannon fodder, because special forces have stronger individual combat capabilities than ordinary infantry.

The ram needs a gap that can be broken into, and he doesn't expect to have space, just a little bit of space.

Everybody is the same, gambling with their lives for the sake of a very slim hope.

And the biggest role of these special forces is to enter Jibuti as much as possible, create chaos for the enemy as much as possible, so that the enemy has to divide more forces to encircle, intercept, and then destroy them.

The more distracted the enemy's attention, the greater Satan's chances, so the ram needs special forces with strong destructive power even if there is only one person left, and that's it.

The cuckold was covered in machine gun bullets, and he was accompanied by a machine gun shooter he didn't know before, because the cuckold was seriously injured and just recovered, and he didn't even have time to join the solar system, and he didn't have time to be familiar with the people of the solar system.

The reason why the machine gun shooter is a sub-shooter is because he has always been a sub-shooter before, but the main shooter who is partnered with him has just died, so he, who should have become a machine gun shooter, naturally became a sub-shooter for the green hat with better combat effectiveness.

"Follow me!"

The enemy occupies a large city, so it is impossible for the enemy to fill up around Jibuti with a human wall.

This kind of defense of the city is very simple, especially in the apocalypse, when there is almost nothing, no, no one has the ability to pose a threat to Jibuti, then the cleaners who occupy Jibuti will not be able to put Jibuti impregnable.

There is no need for the cleaners to operate Kibuti as a World War II city fortress.

There were some fortifications on the outskirts of the city, some newly built bunkers, but in view of the population shortage and labor scarcity caused by the end of the world, there were very few new bunkers, mainly temporary fortifications built with sandbags and trenches.

The commander-in-chief of the Russian Front threw away his steel helmet and put on a beret with a signal flag.

And the cuckold didn't wear a steel helmet at all.

The formations of the Russian Front were still very compressed, and that was because they had not yet reached the point of dispersion.

The cuckold lay on the ground, and he aimed his machine gun at a position about a thousand meters away to shoot, first suppressing the enemy's machine gun fire, and then leaving the rest to others.

A storming fire team stopped, deployed the anti-tank missiles on their backs, and then opened fire, and the pillboxes a thousand meters away exploded in response, and then, several bazooka salvos, and the machine gun positions in front of them were in a sea of fire.

Cloudburst shells are not very useful when attacking positions on open terrain, and cannot exert full power, but they are not unusable.

In order to preserve strength, you can't be completely wiped out by the enemy quickly, so you must be resolute in your attitude, but you must be flexible in your style of play.

It's okay to die generously, but be sure to survive as long as you can.

It's just that for machine gun shooters, now is not the time to think about this.

The Cuckold must close the others to occupy advantageous shooting positions faster, so that his comrades can enter the city limits and engage the enemy in street fighting.

The ability to fight in the street is the advantage of these special forces.

The cuckolds finished a chain of bullets, and the enemy infantry was pouring out quickly, forming formations, in company and platoon, from their positions in the city to rush to the edge of the city to resist the attack of the solar system.

The enemy is unprofessional, the enemy is really unprofessional.

The cuckold, who already knows something about the cleaners, came to a conclusion that the enemy is good at conspiracies, and it is really powerful that the enemy can pull up such a large team in secret, but when it is time to fight, they can't.

"Attack the group! Come here, knock that house down with me! ”

The cuckold was experienced, he chose a house, where he was going to take it, occupied that house, as a solid point of machine-gun fire.

The cuckold set up his machine gun in the corner, and he quickly completed the entire chain of bullets, ignoring the rapid consumption of bullets and the beginning of the red barrel.

"Reload ......"

The co-shooter, who was already supposed to get the new chain, didn't follow up in time, and the cuckold shouted angrily, and then he saw his sub-shooter out of the corner of his eye.

Holding the chain, he was lying face down on the ground, with a huge hole in his head, at the feet of the cuckold.

The cuckold didn't shout again, he lowered the muzzle of the gun, opened the receiver cover himself, stuffed one end of the chain wrapped around his body into the receiver, buckled it, and then he shook his body and shook the chain off.

This set of moves is smooth, and the cuckold is already very familiar with it, because he is already familiar with the death of the secondary shooter.

"Ahh Ah......h

The cuckold finished an extended chain, and the chain of three hundred rounds of bullets was finished, and the barrel of the gun was red, and the chain wrapped around his body was gone.

"Ula ......"

The machine gun stopped roaring, the cuckold roared, and then his comrades who were hiding behind him jumped out.

"Ulla!"

Born to die, fighting, that's all.