"Keep running! Keep running! Don't stop," Sivakov shouted.

At his urging, I continued to get up and leaned over to Coleman's place. Coleman leaned against a tree and fired several shots in quick succession, but the magazine of his pistol quickly ran out.

"Ammunition! I need ammo! He looked at me.

I quickly came to his side and took aim at a figure I had been staring at for a while and pulled the trigger, and the figure was shot and fell, but the others behind him quickly took his place and continued to chase after Semolov and them under the cover of his companions.

"Follow me. Just run and keep up with Ivan! I said as I leaned out and pulled the trigger on the other side of the guy who was covering the shot. Coleman didn't talk nonsense, but rushed out under my cover and quickly chased after Ivan, but he didn't have far before he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

And just when I thought he was finished, he crawled on the ground, climbed a few meters and touched the edge of a tree, then stood up and continued to run.

I hurriedly continued to cover him, but the more and more people on the other side fought, I couldn't effectively suppress the other party, and I felt that what I was doing now was to interfere with the opponent's pursuit of Semolov and them, or to slow down their outflanking to the border.

I didn't dare to stay here for long, and after a few shots in a row I rushed out again. Coleman is just a short walk ahead. Karachev had already caught up with Semolov and he blocked Ivan's right side, urging them to pick up speed and cover the shots.

"Hurry, hurry! Hurry up and run! "I shouted at Coleman, who was about to catch up with me, and he had a right arm injury and his balance was affected a lot, so he wasn't fast and started to run slower and slower.

Just as I was catching up with him, he suddenly leaned against a tree and glanced at me, panting sharply, "I... I can't run... Arm... I can't run fast. Give me the gun and I'll cover you. “

I looked back at Sivakov, who was coming, and just as I looked at him, one of his two remaining companions had been shot and fell. Sivakov quickly ducked to a tree, crouched down and glanced at the man, then turned to look at us, "Are you waiting here to be killed?" Keep running! “

As soon as I pulled Coleman's left arm, "Keep running, follow me!" ”

Sivakov looked at his only companion and shouted, "Cover shot!" “

At Sivakov's shouts, his companion and he stared at each other's shots at the same time and began to return fire violently. I grabbed Coleman and rushed out.

In front of us, Karachev, knowing that we were running towards them, first pushed Ivan and shouted "Go!" He kept pulling the trigger at the other party.

One of the other man's men who stopped to shoot was hit by Karachev and fell down, and the man's companions took refuge when they saw this. I picked up my speed and quickly caught up with Karachev, who, seeing us approaching, began to move and shouted: "Change the magazine!" “

I shoved Coleman towards Karachev, "I'm covering!" Keep running! With that, I raised my gun and began to pull the trigger on the opponent who was moving again.

Karachev didn't have time to change the magazine, so he pulled Coleman and continued to run in the direction of Semolov. I followed them while shooting. Sivakov and his companions quickly retreated as they fought, and just as Sivakov approached me, a bullet from behind them struck the last of his companions.

"Kashev!" Sivakov shouted.

The man, named Kashev, was lying there on his back, and he was obviously hopeless from being shot in the chest. I looked in the direction of the bullets, and the figures of the people who were chasing all the way were clearly visible, and we were actually surrounded on both sides.

I fired a couple of shots at those guys, shooting at each other

Sivakav said: "Follow us and retreat!" ”

"I'm broken! I'm broken! Sivakov looked unusually stubborn and shouted at me as he continued to shoot.

I quickly ran out of bullets in the magazine, and I quickly ducked under a tree not far away, half-crouching and shouting, "Change magazine!" while changing magazines! ”

"Run! The border is coming! Come on! Sivakov quickly stepped back to my side, and before I could change the magazine, he pulled me up and ran back.

Karachev, who was in front of us, glanced back at us, stopped as well, and said to Coleman: "Hurry up!" Keep up with the people ahead! With that, the man who was outflanking us to the right pulled the trigger.

There are more and more bullets coming from the other side, and if it weren't for the fact that the trees are getting denser and denser the further we go to the border, blocking the opponent's vision and bullets, we would have been shot several times. But even so, we could still feel that some bullets were grazing our bodies and flying out, and the sawdust that was splashed around was more like a blade cutting in our faces.

"Change the magazine!" Soon Karachev's bullets were gone, and he shouted as he lowered his figure behind a tree.

Sivakov suddenly gave me a hard push, then turned around and started shooting, and just as I was about to speed up my pace, I saw Sivakov, who turned around to shoot, was hit by a series of bullets from our side. Fell sideways and fell headlong.

I withdrew my gaze and continued forward, and the bullets quickly chased after me. Karachev quickly changed the magazine, and the loaded bullet fired several shots in succession at the rear of my side.

I felt that the other party was already very close to me, and the sound of gunfire from behind me was as loud as if it was being shot in my ear. I didn't turn around and shoot, and I didn't retreat as I went, because I felt that there was no point in me at the moment, and as soon as I stopped, I would be hit like Sivakov, or even by bullets coming from both directions at the same time.

I tried to pick up my speed, but just as I was about to run to Karachev, I stumbled and fell to the ground. I didn't get hit, I just fell under the garlic under my feet. I crawled quickly forward, and as I crawled, there was movement from the other side of the border.

I tried to see what was going on there, but before I could see it, Karachev, who was shooting sideways at the other side not far in front of me, was hit by a bullet and fell to the tree.

I quickly crawled to his side, he was still breathing, but he was bleeding from his mouth and nose and couldn't speak, he reached out and grabbed me and looked back in the direction of the border, with his hands with his strength from time to time, as if to keep me running there. The force he pulled became weaker and weaker each time, and soon he stopped moving.

I picked up his gun and hid behind a tree, and soon I saw a figure approaching, and I quickly aimed at him and pulled the trigger.