The four of us stepped over the ground and felt the junction between the hall and the passage. I looked sideways into the hall. There were about five or six guerrillas in the hall who were shooting upstairs in the hall. More people were fighting in another passage to the back of the house.

I glanced at the courtyard outside the house, which seemed quiet and free of fighting. But I know that this does not mean that there are no guerrillas there, maybe there are people left near the courtyard walls or in the corridors. The role of these people can be to increase the intensity of the attack when the attack is going well, and to cover the retreat of those inside when the attack is unfavorable.

I looked at the place where the butler and Moreau had been guarding, where there were several corpses, and I couldn't tell which one belonged to the butler and Moreau. For the guerrillas' sudden breakthrough of the defense line, we fell for the guerrillas, or rather, I was negligent. The guerrillas used one of the simplest tactics to attack the west. They first took advantage of the ruined courtyard wall to launch the attackers to attack us, and then chose the side of Paro to make a fierce feint, while the covering fire, especially rockets, was mainly used against the firepower points upstairs. With their feints regardless of casualties, our attention was quickly diverted to the side of Paro, and I even wanted to use all the men on standby to support them. They must have found that we had been successfully diverted, and under the cover of the night, the group quickly touched our left side, perhaps to choose a shot and a blind spot in their line of sight, and they placed the breach to the left rather than directly blasting it near the large window guarded by the butler and Moreau. The explosion not only opened the passage to the house, but also brought our defenses to a standstill for a short time, forcing us to retreat and abandon our defenses. Fortunately, the housekeeper and Morrow who were closest to them were not killed on the spot, although they did not resist for long, but that short time was very crucial, and the resistance of the two bought time for the rest of us who were still alive to retreat, otherwise in such a person who was blown up in a daze, and then attacked by the enemy from the side, perhaps none of them would have retreated alive.

"Kill the people in the hall first. Pinto gave them a round of grenades first. Fry separately. I said as I pulled out a grenade and assigned each of my men to bomb the target.

After I saw that everyone was ready, together we threw the grenades towards our respective targets. The grenades flew towards their respective targets and quickly exploded. The explosion didn't kill all of them, but I immediately leaned out with my gun in my hand, "Pinto come with me." The other two advanced in the direction of the other passage. ”

I shot at the partisans who were still moving, and Pinto pulled the trigger at my side from time to time. The guerrillas in the hall were a little unable to resist, and the grenade attack just now killed both of them. The ones who were still alive tried to get up and retreat out of the house, but at the moment they got up, they were either shot by us or fell to the ground by bullets from upstairs.

The guerrillas estimated that the situation was not good, and those who were still fighting fiercely with Paro and them in the passage also began to retreat, because they were afraid that they would be cut off and trapped here. But since they came in, how could it be so easy to let them go. The plan had been to disperse their forces and annihilate them one by one.

"Stop them, don't let them run! Pinto pays attention to the situation in the hospital. As I spoke, I turned my gun in the direction of the other two.

The guerrillas fought and retreated, and soon someone entered the hall, and they didn't know where we were hiding, so they could only look left and right with their guns in a panic. Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger, and under the fire of the four of us, three or four of the opposing party had no time to dodge and could not make an effective return fire before they were shot and fell. There were other people in the passage, but they didn't dare to retreat, they were trapped in the passage at the moment. But just as I was about to move on, there was movement in the courtyard.

It was Pinto who noticed the movement, and he grabbed me and pointed his gun at the courtyard. I looked inside the courtyard, and there were figures shaking in the courtyard, and they came down the corridor at a very fast speed, followed by a shout. Immediately the passage became lively again, and the guerrillas inside began to break through.

The people outside opened fire on the people on the stairs after shouting, trying to suppress them. Just as I was hesitating whether to shoot at the people in the hallway or wait for the guerrillas to withdraw and crash into the muzzle of my gun again, the guerrillas inside had already rushed out.

Instinctively, I pulled the trigger on them, and the guerrillas were caught off guard by an attack from the side, especially at such a close range, after all, when a rifle is held, the radius of rotation and the place of aim are relatively large and far.

The other three people around me also pulled the trigger when they saw me shoot, and the guerrillas also pulled the trigger in an instinctive reaction after being attacked. But I could see that most of the shots they were firing indiscriminately, and they opened fire without looking at the target at all. For a while, bullets flew in the hall, and from time to time someone was shot and fell to the ground.

The people in the hallway who had come to meet the retreat spotted us, and some of them began shooting at us. It was Pinto who fired back at them first, and then me. At this moment, the guerrillas in the passage had been completely annihilated, and only a few people rushed out under the cover of fire in the corridor. Paro had already come with someone out, and at this moment, I knew we were going to win.

The people in the corridor retreated in an orderly manner after a slight resistance, and soon exited the courtyard and disappeared into the darkness. I didn't chase after him, and stopped Paro who was about to chase someone out. It was not yet dawn, and although we can say that the guerrillas had been severely damaged, who knows what was going on outside the courtyard walls? In the wizard's style, there will definitely be an arrangement. Now we are like playing chess and entering the endgame, we have made a breakthrough in our favor, but if we are not careful, we are likely to not even be able to keep the previous endgame and lose the whole game directly.

"Pinto. Count the numbers immediately and see how many more are capable of fighting. As I spoke, I glanced at the corpses lying on the ground, "Gather all the corpses of our people." Gather all the corpses of the guerrillas, and if there are any seriously wounded who are not dead, they will be shot and sent on the road. ”

"Yes! Mr. Pinto nodded and turned away. Just as he was busy, Walker ran down the stairs.

"Gypsies! Are we winning now? He shouted to me happily.

I looked at him and smiled wryly, "Did you lose a lot?" I said as I walked to the window on the left.

"Great! Didn't you see that their rockets were almost all on the upper floors? They also arranged for people with good marksmanship to shoot at them. Luckily, it was dark and the shooting hole was not large. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get Pinto to bring two people to support you. ”

Instead of answering, I crouched down and began to look through the bodies on the ground. Soon I found Moreau's body under the corpse of a guerrilla, and upon a brief inspection, Moreau had been shot three times, fatally shot. I turned my head to look to the side, and soon saw a bloody corpse, lying on its side on the ground, with a leg that seemed to be broken, and the face was no longer visible, but from the clothes, this was the body of Mr. Butler.

"What are you looking for?" Walker walked up to me and asked.

I pointed to Mr. Butler's corpse and looked up to Walker and said, "The butler is dead in battle. He died heroically, and if it weren't for him, we might have been finished. I stood up and called Pinto into the room.

"Restrain Mr. Butler and Moreau. Scrub and change their clothes for them. "I commanded Pinto.

Pinto looked at the butler's corpse for a moment before nodding his head, and then said to me as if he was thinking of something, "Sir." We still have thirteen more men to continue fighting, and we found a living partisan. ”

"Alive?" I smiled, "Didn't you say that you should send them all on your way?" ”

"Yes. But this man wasn't badly injured, and he seemed to be the same one who had been shouting at us before. Pinto explained.

Hearing Pinto say this, I immediately became interested, "Where?" Bring him here. ”

A moment later, Pinto and another man came with a man in tow and threw him to the ground when they reached us.

I crouched down and grabbed the man's back collar so I could see his face, which was not well lit at the moment, but someone immediately shone a flashlight on the man's face.

The man looked like a Caucasian European, with a lot of blood on his face, but he looked familiar. I stood up after seeing it, "Is that him?" It seems to have been seen somewhere. ”

"Seen? Could it be a wizard? Walker immediately crouched down to see the man's appearance again.

But before he could look at it, the man lying on the ground spoke, "Wizard? You still want to catch him? Haha, that's ridiculous. He didn't even enter the house. ”

It sounded familiar, and Pinto was right, the same man who had called us earlier. No matter who this person is, he should at least be regarded as a leader of the other party. But where has this man been seen?

Just as I was wondering who this man was, Walker looked up at me and said, "This person seems to be someone from the wizard's direct team." ”

When he said that, I suddenly remembered, and I looked at Walker and said, "Is that Australian?" What is Tony's called? ”

"It should be. You can tell it by listening to his English accent. Walker said and looked at the man, "How many people are left on your good team?" You won't be the only one. ”

The man grinned and didn't answer. I looked at Pinto and said, "Where is he hurt?" ”

"Legs. Both legs were injured and didn't run away. Pinto said as he kicked the man's leg.

"What are you going to do with him?" Walker looked up at me.

I glanced outside, "This time we expected it right, this man can prove that it was all planned by wizards." This man is of little use to us, he belongs to the people who are going to be killed by us. It's almost dawn, and I'll take him upstairs in a moment. It's always the wizard who shouts at us, and this time it's our turn. ”

My words caused a burst of laughter from Walker and the others, and Pinto immediately led the man up and dragged him in the direction of the stairs.