The man ran quickly towards the bridgehead on our side, and as he ran, he looked at us and then raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger in the direction of the bridgehead.

I looked in the direction he was shooting and saw a car parked in front of him, and the people in the car were getting out. The men were clearly here to stop us, but the bullets from the bridge from Semolov's men caused the gang to be confused, and one of them shrank back before they could get out of the car, and one figure was hit by the bullet and fell to the side of the car just before he could dodge. At the same time, on the other side of the river, near where we met, the sound of G36 rifle gunfire could be heard. It seems that the other side has not only launched an operation on our side, but also on the other side of the river.

"Hurry up and cross the bridge!" Semolov continuously pulled the trigger in the direction of the bridgehead, "Cover!" Watch for cover! ”

I quickened my pace and ran away from Semolov's side, and continued towards the bridgehead. I saw that the occupants of the car had stopped moving, and they were killed and wounded in and out of the car under the continuous strafing of the Bison submachine guns, and they were unable to make an effective counterattack.

But as soon as gunfire rang out across the river, the men on our side suddenly heard the horn of a general attack, and immediately intensified their counterattack. Then two cars drove quickly across the street, and after some distance they pulled to a halt on the side of the road, while the men who got out of the cars were armed with weapons, submachine guns or something like that, from the outline of the weapons, at least not like rifles, and more than one, as if they were going to give the weapons they were carrying to the men who were fighting us.

"Attention! Watch out for those who get out of the car ... I ran and shouted, but before I could finish my sentence, gunshots rang out from behind the two cars on the side of the road.

"Hidden!" I screamed as I pulled the trigger in a row and straight there. The gunfire sounded like mp5 gunfire, and the shooting was very heavy, and although Levchenko and the two of them were already firing at the two cars in succession, the other party still fired bullets and shot at them.

My shot did not provide cover well, and I saw that Levchenko's companion was hit while fighting and retreating, and he was shot one after another, and fell without saying a word by the guardrail of the road by the river. Levchenko couldn't care about him anymore, didn't even look at his companion, and continued to pull the trigger as he continued to lean towards us. And Semolov, who was behind me, shouted at me while shooting: "Cross the bridge!" Bridge! ”

I sped up to the bridge, and just as I got to the bridge, the lights flashed from the road on the other side of the bridge, and I knew it was not good, but before I could see it, several gunshots rang out. A few bullets hit the stone pillars at the head of the bridge beside me, and I quickly lowered my body to dodge.

"I'm covering! Cover Shot! "As I dodged, Semolov's men, who had run to the bridge from the opposite side, fired several shots in quick succession to the other side and shouted at me.

The man's attention was quickly drawn to the man on the bridge where the gun was being fired, and I quickly stood up and fired two shots at the same gun. While I was shooting, Semolov quickly ran to the bridgehead, changing magazines as he ran, and immediately after a quick change, he raised his hand and continued to pull the trigger on the other side.

I sped up and began to pass the bridge, the bridge is not long, even the head and tail are only 100 meters long, I can clearly see the scene on the opposite bridge here, but there are a lot of cars on the bridge deck, the owners of these cars have abandoned the car and fled, only the car is parked there, which gives us the opportunity to hide and avoid the other party's sight. But I hadn't been able to run a few steps before the bullets came after me again.

I was forced to lower my body again to dodge while firing two more shots in the direction the other person was firing. The bullets in the magazine were all empty after two shots. I quickly took out the magazine and began to replace it, and at this moment, through the interval between the guardrails on the side of the bridge, I saw Levchenko, who had broken off on the riverside road behind me on the right side, and saw that he was shooting at the other side, and under the light of the roadside streetlights, it seemed that he was injured at the moment, but he still insisted on moving slowly towards the bridgehead. However, after a few shots, he also ran out of bullets in his magazine, and at this point he had no time to change the magazine. So he directly discarded the Bison submachine gun in his hand, directly took out the pistol and began to fire back, but the loss of the firepower advantage of the submachine gun and the cooperation of his companions made him a slow-moving target. Just as he raised his pistol and fired a shot, a barrage of bullets came at him, and Levchenko fell on his back after being shot several times.

I changed the magazine, loaded the bullets, and quickly got up from the ground. First, he fired a two-shot burst at the figure that had already chased out in front of Levchenko. The bullet hit one of the figures, but as the man fell to the ground, his companion pulled the trigger on me on the bridge.

"Withdraw! Don't stop! Don't stop! Semolov's shouts came from behind him.

I stopped shooting and ran again, and Semolov quickly chased after me, shouting across the bridge as he ran: "Support! Support needed! After shouting twice, he turned around and fired two shots in quick succession in the road we were coming from, and as soon as they were finished, a bullet struck Semolov in the left arm and knocked him to the ground.

I quickly stopped to Semolov's side and quickly dragged him behind a car parked on the bridge. Semolov looked very calm, he looked unhurriedly at the crack in his left arm and shoulder, and said, "It almost killed me." With that, he turned around and pushed me, "Keep running." Bridge! I can do it myself! With that, he struggled to get up from the ground. And at this moment, a burst of G36 gunfire came from the bridgehead.

I quickly looked back and saw Christovic standing by a stone pillar at the head of the bridge, shooting really behind us. After the rifle sounded, the opponent's offensive seemed to stall for a moment, but only after a pause it resumed the pursuit, and the momentum was much louder than before.

"Retreat! Follow me. I don't have a lot of ammo for my men. With that, I got up and fired two shots at the figure that appeared at the bridge behind me.

Semolov didn't speak, just hid behind a car and continued to pull the trigger, and after two shots he looked at his subordinate who was not far from us, "Anton! Get your grenades ready! ”

Beg... Fat..... I'm not mainstream ... Finally in the final stages ...

(End of chapter)