We quickly reoccupied the holes and doors, just then a barrage of bullets came from the courtyard. This wave of attacks appeared to be a cover shot to cover the retreating people, but it was actually accurate and ruthless, as if the other side knew that we would immediately retake these places after the people who entered the room were pushed back.

I saw one of the people rushing to the door fall straight to the ground after being hit by an oncoming bullet. A bullet tore through the flesh on the outside of my left arm and hit a man next to me. It seems that this wave of guerrilla attacks has not yet ended, at least the other side does not intend to end it like this.

We got into positions and started to fight back. Looking out from my point of view, someone on the other side has set up an attack line in the courtyard. Now that the courtyard wall has been attacked and countered by you back and forth, the protective effect is getting weaker and weaker or almost none, and it is difficult for the other party to rely on the cover of the courtyard wall to launch rockets into it or cover and support the people in the courtyard. Perhaps it was precisely because they would have to withdraw from the entire courtyard if they retreated, making people feel that their previous efforts were in vain, so they chose to continue to attack again.

Although there was no cover at the courtyard wall, the guerrillas were still shooting at the big house. But their losses grew, and many of them were hit by bullets after shooting and fell to the crumbling courtyard wall. This makes their cover weaker and weaker, and our counterattacks are getting stronger and stronger.

But the behavior of these guerrillas in the courtyard was completely unexpected by me, they did not panic, and they did not choose to retreat. They fired at us with all their might, and then began an almost desperate charge. They left a small number of people in the unsheltered courtyard to cover and shoot with the people near the courtyard walls, while many more got up and attacked and moved forward quickly. They were not only firing bullets as they were going, but also people were using grenade launchers.

This attack was very ferocious, making us very passive, and even the situation began to turn sharply. Although from time to time people were shot and fell to the ground, the walls of the house, the sandbags blocking the doors and windows that we could cover for now were almost destroyed, and we were running out of manpower, and soon we were beaten and could not lift our heads.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps from behind him. I turned my head to look, and saw Mr. Butler running over with four or five men. They all had guns in their hands, came to us without nonsense, and directly under the command of the steward, they all went into battle.

It was easy to do with a helper, I pulled the trigger and the M240 had run out of bullets. I threw it away, felt the corpse of a guerrilla on the ground, took the M16 rifle from him, and started shooting directly at the guerrillas outside.

The manpower brought by Mr. Butler not only provided support, but also boosted the morale of those who have been staying here. Everyone fought back against the bullets from the opponent's desperate attack. Gradually, the opponent began to lose support, and the speed of the attack soon slowed down, and soon after that, it did not advance but retreated.

But they couldn't run away, because the people behind them who were in charge of covering were already dead, and they couldn't provide them with effective cover, but they still seemed very composed, although from time to time someone was shot and fell to the ground, they still maintained their formation and retreated backwards, although in the end few of them retreated, but at least they didn't all die here.

The courtyard gradually quieted down, and I breathed a long sigh of relief after confirming that the guerrillas had really retreated, put down my gun and rested against the broken wall.

"Drag the oil bottle! Drag oil bottles! I shouted as I sat on the other side of the door of the big house.

"Here it is! The oil bottle came to me with a gun and stepped over the corpses on the ground.

I pointed to the left and right, "Count the casualties." Let's see if those who fell to the ground are faint and if they are saved. ”

The oil bottle answered, and then began to count the number of people. I looked at Mr. Butler, who was also sitting on the ground not far from me, and said, "Mr. Butler, if you hadn't brought someone to help me just now." It is quite possible that the guerrillas are sitting here now. ”

When the butler heard me say this, he smiled reluctantly and said, "Are you a thank you?" ”

I shook my head and said, "Of course not. I'm defending the Balcas estate. It seems to me that you should have armed everyone you could have armed a long time ago. ”

The housekeeper said helplessly: "According to what you said, it should be me who thanks you." ”

I shook my hand, "No. I was hired to fight. Since someone else is coming to beat me, of course I have to do my best to defeat them. ”

The butler nodded and said, "Actually, you are not very easy to get along with. I don't have much to say, but it's always hard to talk about. ”

"Where are these people? Why didn't they be armed before. I looked at the people the butlers had brought.

The butler glanced at the men and said, "Someone has to carry something." They were the last porters responsible for carrying weapons and ammunition, the wounded, the corpses. They're the last ones to have guns, and if you want people I'll only have women and children. ”

As he spoke, Walker came down from upstairs. As he walked, he shouted, "Damn, I want someone!" I need people! ”

I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I heard Walker's words, "Haha. The butler just told me that if you need manpower, he can only give you women and children. ”

"But I really need to! My losses were significant, close to half of them were killed or wounded. Walker said as he looked at me and the butler, as if asking us to divide some men.

I let out a long sigh and gestured around, "That's it. See for yourself. Pinto didn't give me the one you promised me, so I'll leave it with you. ”

Walker looked around and didn't speak, while the butler spoke, "How many guerrillas are there?" I had fought with the guerrillas before, and I had never encountered such a deadly style of fighting, and I can guarantee that I had never heard of it. ”

No one answered this question, and at this moment, the oil bottle ran over and glanced at everyone and said, "Not counting the five people brought by the butler, there are still eight people who can continue to fight." ”

"Is Paro still there?" I asked.

The oil bottle nodded, "I'm a little wounded, but I can still fight." Now the simple processing is being done later. ”

"Good." I stood up and looked at the others, "Hurry up and refill the blasted areas with sandbags." We've got to keep fighting. ”

When I finished speaking, no one in the room moved, but they all stood there looking at me, Walker, and the butler, their eyes full of deep doubt, and there was no morale or confidence to speak of.

"What's wrong?" I saw asked.

Quinn looked at the people around him and hesitated for a moment before he spoke, "Everyone is worried, worried that we won't be able to hold here. Our losses are too great, and if we continue to fight like this, there may be no one. ”

"Mr. Butler, what do you say?" I looked at the butler and asked.

The butler stood up with his gun on the ground and said, "I will not surrender." But I also wonder how sure we are that we'll be able to hold this place. ”

"You're all scared." I looked at these people and said, "Don't be embarrassed. This is normal, no one wants to be surrounded and beaten by people who are several times more than themselves in one place. But is there any way you can do it but hold on here and repel them, or wait for Balcas to come back? Surrender? Are you going to surrender? ”

Without waiting for any indication from the men, I pointed to the guerrillas on the ground and said, "In our opinion." The guerrillas out there are no better off than we are. Any idea why I say that? ”

"Their losses are just as great." Drag the oil bottle to the opening.

I nodded, pointed to the yard and said, "There are more corpses lying there." They did outnumber us, but they also suffered several times as many casualties. What's more important is that we just repelled them, their kind of deadly attack. Why did they withdraw from such an attack at any cost? As long as we keep fighting, and keep filling in, I think you all know that we won't be able to hold out for long before we will be completely defeated by that kind of offensive. At least the downstairs must be lost, and many of the people standing here will be killed under that kind of attack. But the other party retreated, don't you think it's strange? ”

"Are you saying that the guerrillas don't have the strength to continue fighting?" The butler spoke first.

"Isn't it?" I asked rhetorically and continued, "If you see an opportunity like that, will you send a wave of people to continue the onslaught, and then you won't send people again?" What is the significance of the price and effort paid by the first two groups? Is it just to kill a few more of us? I stopped and looked at the people around me, and when I saw that they were thinking for a moment, they looked at me again and waited for me, and then I continued, "There aren't many of them left." Or maybe there are still some of them, but their command has begun to hesitate, not daring to continue to fill in the people easily. He was afraid that the people who filled in would not work, and that he was even more afraid that these people would be killed by us, and that they would be completely defeated. I can say now that not only are they not in any better condition than we are, but they are not going to have support and supplies. They did a surprise attack, and they didn't have a lot of ammunition with them. After a day and two nights of attrition, they may now have to start thinking carefully. And manpower, if they can still get manpower, and it's a timely addition, I'm sure their offense won't be so easily suspended. ”

"Pause? Are you saying they're going to attack? The oil bottle asked.

I nodded, "Of course." They won't be reconciled. After paying so much price, everyone has to try again. Like I said, they didn't just come here to kill a few of us. So they're going to attack, and it's still going to be a crazy onslaught. ”