Chapter 122: Thirty Days of Hell (29)

At this moment, everyone's attention in the village was attracted to the south, and from the offensive point of view, although the Yankees did not have as many people as in the village, they attacked very fiercely, and they seemed to be very well prepared, and they had a full understanding and grasp of themselves and their goals.

I looked at Lukovich and Bilamov beside me, "Let's go north and go along here." Those who come from the north must not be allowed to succeed. Then I looked at the gardener, "You have here to deal with the people from the south, and we will come back after beating the people from the north, and we will still go from the south." ”

"Understood." Just after everyone arrived, the three of us quickly walked towards the north, but it was not possible to go directly to the north, because the slope was too steep, and I felt that it was possible to slide down at any time. And just then the TLB forces quickly followed, apparently trying to join us in holding off the enemy to the north. Since he was coming with him, just to show us the way, I looked at Bilamov and said, "Let him take us there." Fast! ”

Bilamov spoke quickly to the TLB, who nodded and walked quickly to the front of us, then walked a little above the valley before quickly heading north in a relatively flat spot.

We followed him all the way, and the Yankees were very thoughtful, and they only rappelled down far on the other side when they launched a powerful attack from the south, and if we were not in the valley but in the village, we in the village could not have imagined for a while that there would be more enemies on the other side of the valley. Because although this is just the north and south of a small village, but this is in the mountains, this is a small village in the valley, and the south and east sides are not something you can go around if you want to, and if you want to go around without being discovered, then you have to go around in a big circle, waste a lot of time, and walk a lot of mountain roads. So generally speaking, we don't think about being attacked from both sides in such a small village at the first time, and even if we hear the sound of a helicopter, we don't immediately think that there will be such a move.

We walked along the steep hill north for about 400 meters, and after the TLB forces in front slowed down, I looked down, and here I could already see the Americans below who had spread out in formation and quickly approached the village, I probably counted the number of people, about twenty people, that is to say, the attack here was a platoon or so of Americans. It doesn't seem to be a lot of people, at least not as many as we are at the moment. However, this should only be put into the mission, and there should be a plan and support around here. In other words, if we don't choose to run but want to use the advantage of numbers to teach each other a lesson, then we will be doomed and will be blocked in this village.

The TLB armed forces who had brought us over stopped and turned to speak to us, but just as Bilamov was about to translate, a helicopter flew over the valley at a rapid pace, and the Yankees below seemed to notice our movements, and fired a point shot.

"Hidden! Hide! I screamed as I fell to my stomach. This is due to the helicopter that just flew over, and it found us and notified the people below. Fortunately, it was not the helicopters that attacked us directly, otherwise we would have been miserable. Of course, maybe the helicopter pilots on the other side have their concerns, and the fastest thing that comes to my mind is that they are worried that one of us has an RPG. If there were, then we would probably attack him faster than they did against us, so the pilots did not dare to gamble, so they could only inform the soldiers below after seeing us, so that they could pay attention, and if it really didn't work, they would strike a fatal blow to us under the cover of the people on the ground.

I got down and saw the helicopter fly away and immediately lay on one side for a while, and the people below kept shooting at us, and in terms of the accuracy of their shooting, they didn't know exactly where we were, but they knew our general position. So after I got out of my stomach for a while, I was out of the opponent's range.

Lukovich and Bilamov followed me on a further climb north, but the TLB did not move, he quickly pulled out a grenade after lying on the ground, pulled it open and threw it directly downward. I don't know if the grenade landed around the American, but I think from this height and the distance he threw it, the grenade would most likely explode before it hit the ground. But in any case, the shooting from below stopped after the explosion sounded.

I quickly climbed to the side of the hill, and by this moment the people of the village must have noticed the movement from the north, and after the explosion had subsided, I heard a shot being fired from the north side of the village, and not one, but several people, and fired a dense burst of fire.

I quickly glanced at the Americans below, and saw that the Americans continued to move forward while returning fire, and two of them quickly loaded an RPG and quickly fired rockets at what they thought was a firing point under the cover of their companions.

I looked in the direction of the village, and the rocket was so effective that half of the earthen house in the north of the village was blown up, and the armed men who were shooting in the house were silent.

I looked at Lukovich and Bilamov beside me and motioned for them to attack, and just as we were starting to aim and shoot, the TLB threw a grenade downwards again. This time I heard someone below shouting "Grenade!" Take cover! Voice.

The grenade exploded again, but this time just after the grenade exploded, the Yankee bullets from below came up. But the TLB quickly backed away, dodging the bullets that came upon him.

The three of us took aim at each of our respective targets and pulled the trigger, and the man I was aiming at was moving towards the village as I fought, and my bullet hit him. I quickly moved the muzzle of the gun to hit the other one next to him, but just as I was about to pull the trigger again, an explosion came from not far away from us, and at the same time, a violent vibration directly seemed like someone had given a few punches to the internal organs, and the shock turned black in front of my eyes.

“rpg! rpg!” I saw Lukovich's mouth moving as I stepped back, and for a while my tinnitus was a little terrible, and I could only rely on it to see that his mouth was shouting "RPG!" ”

I turned my gaze to Bilamov, who was in a trance from the explosion, but he should not have been injured, and he rolled over and tried to gasp there, as if the explosion had made him hold his breath for a while, and his breathing was not very usual. But the TLB on his side was not so lucky, the man was thrown out by the explosion, and now lying on the hillside behind us was a blur of flesh and blood. Obviously, the target of this RPG is him.

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