I withdrew my gaze and quickly approached Salim. The intersection they were at was a crossroads, and the last of Salim and Semolov was shooting at the other side of the crossing. There don't seem to be many people on the other side, there are a lot fewer people than those on the other side of the bridge, and not only does it not have an advantage in terms of firepower, but it even has a disadvantage compared to us. I think that's the main reason why Kristovic and the guy named Anton came to the bridge to support us.

I quickly looked around them, but I didn't see our car. Just as I was about to ask them, Christovic quickly said, "Our car was parked in this side road. He said and pointed there.

I glanced in the direction he was pointing, and according to the direction he was pointing, our car should be on the right side of the intersection, which is the right side of the intersection we are guarding at the moment. I couldn't see the car from here, only the intersection of the so-called side road.

"Can we withdraw?" When Salim saw me and Kristovic approaching, he immediately hid by a lamppost at the intersection and looked at us.

"Where are my people?" It wasn't me and Christovic who reacted first to Salim's words, but one of Semolov's last men.

I looked at him and didn't answer, and the question didn't need to be answered. The form speaks for itself. Not to mention the state of Semolov and his three men before, it is obvious that they have long been prepared and prepared for the worst. And this guy in front of him must know.

"What's your name?" I looked at the guy and said.

"His name is Binyukov." Salim preemptively took the lead.

"You and him get out of the car first. I'm covering you guys with Christovich. "I said to Salim.

Salim did not hesitate, pointed in the direction of the other party and said, "There are three or four people on the other side. Before, it was five or six, killed or wounded, and now there are three or four people. After saying that, he turned to Binyukov: "Follow me." Get out of here. ”

Binyukov did not immediately move, he first looked in the direction of the bridge, and at this moment the gunfire at the bridge had quickly subsided, which showed that there was no resistance there, and the fighting there was over.

Kristovic immediately threw himself into the fight, heading forward, and there was a barrage of fire around the corner of the intersection where the other side was hiding.

"Where are we going?" Salim asked as he ran towards the parking lot.

I didn't answer immediately, but looked again in the direction of the bridge, and the other party would definitely come over soon at this moment, because with the power of the crossroads, it was difficult to do anything. They know this better than I do, and it's an oversight in their arrangement, which is why they're desperate to keep us there in the heat of battle on the bridge. That is to say, on the periphery, these people should not have made more elaborate arrangements, perhaps because they are understaffed or because our reaction and resistance have exceeded their expectations. Anyway, all I can think about now is that no matter where I go, just get out of here. After that we can go northeast or directly east ... Whatever? Just run with them all the way.

"Get in the car first!" I turned around and fired two shots behind me as I spoke, and as I did, I saw flashes of figure through the lights from the streetlights on both sides of the road. I quickly adjusted the muzzle of my gun and began firing in the direction of these flashing figures, and after two shots, the counter launched a counterattack.

I quickly leaned in to Christovic as I fought, "Withdraw!" Keep up with Salim them! "As I spoke, the other side of the road at the intersection seemed to have received an order to hold us back, and suddenly increased the intensity of the shot, and the bullets came at us.

Christovic and I are in a bad position at the moment, because we are at the corner of the crossroads between two adjacent roads, which means that we are being flanked by enemies from both directions. Fortunately, the road where the car was stopped was not far away, and soon there was gunfire from the path, and the enemy at the intersection was once again driven back by a burst of heavy fire.

"Pay attention to the direction of the bridge!" I shouted at Kristovic as I pulled the trigger on the firing figures, who quickly dodged out from behind me, came to my side and shot in the same direction as me.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Although Salim's urging kept coming, we couldn't hurry up at all, because the other party was progressing very quickly after Semolov's finish, and at the moment there were shaking figures on both sides of the road, and more and more people were shooting.

Christovic and I kept shooting, but after a while, Kristovich's gun went silent. "No bullets! I'm out of bullets! He shouted at me as he pulled out his pistol and continued to pull the trigger on the other side.

"Withdraw! Evacuate. "I shot at him quickly, and Kristovich didn't have many bullets in his pistol, so he stopped again to change the magazine after four or five shots in a row.

As if the other party had spotted an opportunity, just as our firepower weakened, the other side returned fire fiercely around us, and the bullets hit more of Christovich's area, and the outer wall of a building around the corner not far from him was splashed with powder.

"Concealment. Take cover! I screamed. Before I could finish shouting, Christovich's body shook and he fell to the ground with his hands in his hands, and the pistol he had held in his hand fell to the ground.

I leaned quickly towards him, and before I could look at him, I heard him shout, "Damn it! My hand! My hand! ”

I fired a couple of shots in front of me, then grabbed Kristovic by the back of the neck and dragged him along as I continued to shoot. This kind of action makes me very difficult, because there is a wound in my left arm, dragging this Christovich to pull the wound feels very painful, but I can't change hands, my right hand has to hold the gun, and it is still a rifle, length, weight, one hand to hold it is very uncomfortable, especially the recoil of the gun allows me to stabilize the center of gravity while dragging Christovich, not to mention ensuring the accuracy of shooting.

Fortunately, Christovic was not fatally injured, and he was not overwhelmed by the injury. After being dragged some distance by me, he rolled over and crawled towards the corner, and quickly crawled over the corner of the two roads to the one where Salim and the others were.

"Pick him up!" I shouted as I quickly retreated. Salim didn't respond, but from the sound of gunfire, it sounded like the Bison-armed Bison-carrying submachine gun was quickly approaching Kristovich.

Ask for fat. Ask for fat.

(End of chapter)