"AH-64! The oil bottle screamed. As soon as he finished speaking, the helicopter opened fire on the Albanian forces on the hill. The rocket launchers hanging from the short wings on either side of it were facing several rockets below, and the Albanian forces below were covered by a barrage of explosions before they could organize a counterattack.

"! Nato... Yankee! Milk scolded and urged everyone to hurry up.

Now the two warring sides have stopped attacking each other, and they are all doing the same thing, that is, retreating, and even the Albanian forces are withdrawing faster than us.

"Another one!" The oil bottle pointed to the helicopter passing by our hill, "These NATO doglegs are going to end us with the Albanians!" Old guy and fat man, they're going to be out of luck! ”

Milk grabbed the oil bottle and pushed it to the front of the group, "Hurry up." Do you still think these bitches are here to reinforce us? ”

The Apache, which flew past our hill, quickly adjusted its angle and opened fire on Ivanovich and Yugovich's team below, but instead of rockets, it used an M-203E-130mm single-barreled machine gun carried under the nose. Although the scene below is not as impactful as being hit by a rocket, being hit by machine guns is often worse than being hit by a rocket. Thick bullets can be used to attack armored vehicles, and if they hit a person, it will be like being torn apart, and even if they don't hit the vital point, they will still die. And with its high rate of fire, who dares to say that only one shot is hit when hit? At this moment, the ground under the feet of Ivanovich and Yugovich was like a pond, and the dirt was like the water in the pond being stirred up almost a man high under the impact of bullets. The people in the team scattered and fled at this moment, and some even ran in the direction of the Albanians, but at this moment the Albanians also shot at these people, because they were also too busy to take care of themselves.

"Wounded! What to do with the wounded? I grabbed Milk.

Milk glanced at me, "Bring the people from our team." Other.. We can't take care of it. If they don't care about their own team, they can only hope that the NATO bitches will still have some humanity. ”

I immediately asked the oil bottle to take our wounded with someone. At this time, Ivanovich's men rushed into the hills, and they did not stop at all and continued in the direction of retreat, until the arrival of a dozen people led by the fat man himself, and some of them were stabilized one after another. And the AH-64 that attacked them also temporarily lost interest in them and moved towards the other one, after all, at this moment there are more Albanian armed people, the target is larger, and the position is easier to attack than us.

"Where's Petkovic?" As soon as I saw the fat man, he asked.

Milk ignored him and looked behind Ivankovich, "Uncle! Hurry up! ”

I pointed to the meadow where there were many corpses, some of them still in tatters, and signaled that the fat man Petkovic might have died there.

The fat man cursed in the direction I pointed, and looked back at the man beside him: "The dog leg of NATO is here." Organize what you can fight, how many can you run out like this? Even if you come back alive, don't fight. ”

I heard the fat man say this and glanced at him, no matter what, it was a rare performance to be able to calm down and clean up the remnants of the army at this time.

After a while, Jugovich and Dravich ran over with scattered people, and Milk pointed to the twenty or thirty people behind the uncle: "That's all left?" ”

Yugovich gasped: "The casualties are large, but some of them have been scattered. On the other side of the hill are NATO mercenaries, who have already attacked. The Albanians who had been repelled by us were also scattered by them, and when we retreated there, we thought that the Albanians had attacked again, but as soon as we fought each other, we found that something was wrong. Our line was quickly interspersed, then broken and scattered, and that was all that followed us. ”

"How many people are there?" The fat man asked.

Yugovich shook his head, "Sixty or seventy, I guess there is a company of people." ”

Milk looked at Dravich, "There are still wounded here, they are all your people, hurry up and take them away." ”

As they spoke, a new group of people appeared on the opposite hill, and these people could tell from the weapons in their hands that they did not belong to us or the Albanians at all. They move quickly, they shoot when they see people on the hills, and after knocking down the people they see in front of them, they keep moving, and after one person runs out of bullets, someone immediately fills the position of this person and keeps moving forward, and a shadow can be seen on the cheeks of these people, which should be the communication equipment they carry with them.

"Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw. Let the Albanians cut off the queen for us! Milk said, turning and walking down.

The fat man looked at Yugovich and said, "You take those little ones with you." The wounded were taken away if they could walk, and guns were given to those who could not. I'll bring someone to the back of the temple. ”

The old guy Yugovich looked at the fat Ivanovich deeply and did not move. The fat man smiled bitterly and said: "You people are here just to save me, but unfortunately this time I fell into a bottomless hole, I guess I can't climb up, and I can't pull the person who came to save me to fall down together." But I'm going to fight and retreat, so you'll have to run fast. ”

"Let's do it." Jugovic said as he looked at Dravich beside him.

Dravic did not hesitate to quickly set up his men and walk, and the wounded who were not too seriously injured began to move towards the retreat route with the oil bottles.

So Jugovic led the men to the front, Milk and I dragged left and right at the back of the group, while Dravich and the oil bottle walked in the middle with the wounded. We made our way up the hill to the edge of the meadow, the same one we had walked on when we came, and it was only a little distance away from the one where Petkovich had led the men to fight. We quickly entered the meadow, which was relatively intact, and soon after entering it could block the view from the outside, I hope the helicopter does not come, otherwise it will be all over.

Soon after we entered the meadow, gunfire was heard in the direction of Ivankovic, and it quickly became dense. I don't think the fat man will last long. There weren't many people left in his hands, except for the ten or so guards who had been guarding him all the time. This time, the team of the fat and thin duo didn't know how many people could go back, but no matter how many people went back, their team was over.

We quickly passed through the meadow and came to another wood, the same one we had walked through when we came. I saw some discarded things at the edge of the woods, worn-out clothes, shoes, rifles, and one or two corpses.

After entering the forest, the light dimmed and the whole team slowed down, not because we felt safe, but because Yugovich, who was walking in front, slowed down. There were gunshots coming from behind us all the time, and they kept coming towards us. After about two hundred meters, Yugovich suddenly stopped, and I looked around, it was very quiet now, and I couldn't see anything wrong, except for the constant sound of gunfire outside the woods.

I looked at Milk, who motioned for me to go ahead and ask what was going on. I nodded, and walked over to the old fellow.

When the old guy saw me coming up, he motioned for me not to speak, and then motioned for everyone to squat down and not move. We all crouched and looked around. The gunshots outside the woods behind him were getting closer and closer, but the old guy continued to crouch there and watch ahead as if he hadn't heard.

Suddenly, something moved about a hundred meters in front of me. It wasn't a big move, but it certainly wasn't a movement of the wind blowing the leaves. I looked at Yugovich, who was looking ugly at the moment, and a dense layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. It seems that the situation is not good, it is estimated that there are a lot of people hiding around the other party, and it is difficult to break through the past with our current situation.

After about five or six minutes, there was movement outside the forest, it should be the fat people who came over, otherwise they were NATO people, and the Albanian armed forces generally would not run here. I looked at Yugovic again to see if he was going to warn the people behind him to stay still. But Jugovic looked at me and continued to shake his head, signaling not to move.

After a while, from my left rear, about fifty meters away, there were footsteps, I slowly turned my head to look there, it was our people, they appeared one after another, the fat man was still alive, walking in the middle of the line, at this moment they were about twenty people. As they walked up to us, the people at the front of the group suddenly looked at us and immediately pointed their guns at us, but when they saw that it was us, they immediately relaxed, and Yugovich tried to signal them to crouch down and not speak, but they didn't pay much attention and just as they put down their guns and were about to speak, they saw that these people were spewing blood mist and falling down.