When it's time to die, it's the last fight. With the mentality that killing one is enough, killing two and earning one, do the final fight. In fact, this is a helpless move when there is no way, but if you can really give it a go at this moment, you can burst out with more combat power than usual. After all, the soft ones are afraid of the hard, and the hard ones are afraid of the dead. Wizards, they didn't come here to die, at least they weren't pushed to that point.

I looked around, and at the moment there were nine of us left in the fight, with nearly half of us lost. If you don't fight again, you may lose your last chance.

"John! We can't go on like this. We've got to get out! "I shouted at John as I continued to fire at those who kept attacking us.

John looked back at everyone with difficulty, "Let's do it! I told you that we weren't going to take sticks, we were going to put the blood of wizards! Walker called out to John in between shots.

"Then do it! Everyone, we'll see you in hell! John said, gesturing at me and Walker, "Throw smoke bombs." Let's go north. After saying that, he looked at the others and shouted, "Cover shooting!" ”

Walker and I, under cover from the others, pulled out smoke bombs and threw them in all directions. And the other party saw that we began to use smoke grenades, as if they knew that we were about to run, and immediately increased the speed of the attack. However, this cost them somewhat, and the two people who ran out of the hiding place were hit and fell, and the other party stopped a lot.

The smoke spread quickly, "Don't just open fire. Let's go! John said and waved at us, and we all got up and rushed north into the smoke.

The other side seemed to be unsure of our movement for a moment, and could only shoot indiscriminately into the smoke. But I knew that once I got out of this smoke-filled road and lost the cover of the smoke, a near-hand-to-hand battle was inevitable.

We moved quickly, and the moment John burst out of the smoke, he pulled the trigger, "Free fire!" Keep moving! ”

The other party's gun also went off. When I burst out of the smoke, I saw that we were only about 20 meters away from the other side in the direction we were heading, and instead of shooting in front of us, we continued to watch in the direction of our respective alerts, firing whenever there was a figure flashing.

At first, the opponent seemed to be caught off guard by us, and the people who were blocking us in front of us could not take the initiative to stop us, while some of the other directions were adjusting their positions, and some were suppressed by us first and could not make an effective attack. This shows that the other party does not have too many manpower, maybe this time the fight for life without retreating is really the right bet.

But it didn't last long, and when they reacted quickly, they flanked us and fired at us as they flanked, forcing us to slow down and return fire.

I soon discovered that only a few of them were shooting, while others seemed to be moving in our path, apparently trying to cut off our path.

John apparently noticed the situation as well, and he shouted, "Go all out!" Accelerate your progress! ”

"Walker, we'll leave this direction to you, and I'll move forward!" Without waiting for him to respond, I turned my gun and quickened my pace to John's side, shooting at the partisans in the direction of my head.

The people who intercepted us on the opposite side were getting closer and closer, because they did not have many men, and they tried to fight around us, so that his strength to intercept us seemed a little thin, and the two people in front of us who were already in place to block were beaten by us and could not raise their heads. But I think they're starting to fight as well, and they're stubbornly holding on, shooting at us from time to time.

"Prepare grenades!" John said.

I pulled out my grenade and shouted, "Cover shot!" "After shouting, under the cover of a burst of dense fire, he threw the grenade towards the people who intercepted us.

"Boom!" A grenade exploded, and there was silence for a moment, but we hadn't taken a few steps before gunfire rang out again. It's just that only one person is continuing to persevere.

"Rush over! Kill him! John seemed to have red eyes at the moment, and rushed over with a shout.

I was shooting and chasing after me, when a volley of bullets suddenly came from our left front, and the bullets passed in front of me, causing me to stumble to the ground, and just as I looked up, I heard a man behind me shouting, "Grenade!" Take cover! ”

The explosion then came, and John was thrown off. I didn't get up immediately, I looked to the left, two figures appeared in the field of vision, I immediately pulled the trigger two short points, one of them staggered down, and the other quickly hidden.

I didn't have time to pay any attention to the men, and I crawled quickly towards John, clinging to the ground. At this moment, John was already unconscious, and there was no major damage to his upper body, but the knee of his left leg was already a blur of flesh and blood. Not far in front of him, lay the guerrilla who had not been killed by me. I pinched John's neck, and he wasn't dead.

"Walker! Walker! "I called twice, but no one answered me, and that's when I realized that my communicator was gone. Now we can't move on, the formation has dispersed, but fortunately, the opponent's offensive has been exhausted, and we can still fight for each other and barely block each other.

I looked around and was ready to take John out of here, we couldn't stay here for long. As time passed, the guerrillas' large-scale pursuit of the SDF must have begun, and it is undoubtedly better to stay here than to die. Just as I was dropping John's gun and backpack, there was movement on the left side again. A few bullets came at me, and from time to time two shots were fired at me, and I couldn't get up from the ground at all times.

I wanted to call someone to cover me, but I looked at my comrades who were still fighting, and there were few people I could see, and Walker didn't know where they were. Just when I was helpless and ready to kill myself again, suddenly a dense burst of gunfire came from behind me, in the northeast.

I don't know who it is, but I can tell from the fact that the man in front of me who had been suppressing me has disappeared into the woods, and that the person who came is not a guerrilla.

After a while, a figure appeared to my right, and I looked up to see that it was a black man. His face was hideous, his face was covered in blood, and his left eye seemed to be injured and he couldn't see where it was. I could still recognize him, though, as a swollen-faced cordoba. Although I didn't like him very much, I still feel like he's quite pleasing to the eye when I see him now.

Several people rushed out from behind him, and they opened fire as they approached us. One of these people was Pinto, whom I was familiar with.

This team, which is supposed to contain the wizard's direct team, has suffered a lot of losses in the fight against us, but at the same time they have suffered a lot of casualties. After they arrived in Códobá, they retreated directly to the south without doing too much entanglement.

Looking at the rapidly retreating guerrillas, I breathed a long sigh of relief. I straightened up and took the time to start dealing with John's injuries. I pulled out my dagger and pulled his trouser leg open, his knee looked like it was soaked in blood, it must have been shattered. Instead of moving, I started looking for something to hold his leg in place. Just then, Walker came running out of nowhere.

"How is he?" Walker asked.

I gestured around, "Not dead yet." But the knee was broken. Find something to fix. ”

Walker nodded and walked away. Soon Córdoba was back with the men, and he looked at me and said, "Leave." Wizards won't let us go so easily. He will be back soon. ”

I ignored him until Walker retrieved two branches to secure John's leg and bandaged his knee to stop the bleeding, and looked up. At this moment, Pablo also came around, he also looked injured, and looked at us with a blank face and did not speak. At his feet was a dirty stretcher.

I gestured to the stretcher, "Carry John up." ”

Walker said yes and carried John to the stretcher with me. This stretcher is clearly used to carry Pablo. But when it was requisitioned, no one objected, only Córdoba glanced at Pablo.

"How many more do we have?" I asked, looking at Walker.

Walker shook his head, "There are only five people standing standing including you and me. ”

"Let's go. Let's withdraw. Walker and I lifted the stretcher and said to Pablo. Pablo didn't say anything superfluous, he beckoned to Códoba and motioned for the men to retreat.

The retreat went much smoother than we had hoped, and the wizard didn't follow as we expected. Maybe it's because his loss is just as great. However, judging from the sound of gunfire from time to time in the woods, the guerrillas as a whole were still in pursuit.

We didn't stop all the way, and in the evening we rushed back to the river, which was equivalent to the dividing line. At this time, on the other side of the river, there were already quite a few members of the Self-Defense Forces assembled there. When the people on the other side spotted us, someone came to help us carry the stretcher and support the injured man. I looked back at the south, where gunshots were still heard from time to time, and I wondered how many of the people who had crossed the river from here a few days ago would be able to return here, especially the oil bottles, and I didn't know if they were alive or not.