Walker quickly helped Langdon to his feet, and the three of us each quickly checked our weapons. Then each approached the stone.

I glanced at Walker and Langdon, who were unkempt at the moment, and who were two white men but almost like Latin American Indians. But their expressions were very resolute, not only did they not panic and fear, but they were all very calm, and even a little bit of death.

Hehe. This is the outlaw, who is doing extremely dangerous things while living and trying to keep himself away from death. And when death is really imminent, there is no fear.

"Walker! You keep an eye on the opposing team's possible RPG shooters. I'll deal with the rest with Langdon! I said.

"Understood!" Just as Walker responded. The opponent attacked us again from below.

First, the muzzle of the gun was stretched out and there was a fierce fire from above, and then several people rushed up again. Langdon and I immediately pulled the trigger and knocked over two men in a few shots. But this time the other party seemed to have an iron heart, and at the same time as the two men came up, there were other people behind them who rushed up closely following their footsteps.

Just as the gang was attacking us one after another, something was suddenly thrown up from below the side.

"Grenade! Take cover! Beware of concealment! Walker's alarm rang in his ears.

Langdon and I were hidden, two grenades, at least I think two. Burst in a row. The big rock in front of us served as a good cover at the moment. We hid behind it and felt only a violent tremor, but other than that, we weren't really killed.

When the explosion was over, I immediately poked my head out and looked out of the rocks. I saw that several figures had already appeared in the field of vision, and they were quickly approaching us with guns.

"Keep an eye ahead! Note! I shouted as I raised my gun and took aim for a moment, then pulled the trigger. Langdon and I opened fire. Some of the people who came up were shot, some were killed, some were wounded, and one ran out of the hill and fell out in a hurry to dodge.

But just as I was taking my focus away from the men and continuing into the distance, I saw a guy carrying a rocket under the cover of his companions and aiming at us.

“rpg!” I couldn't help but shout.

Just as I shouted, Walker's gun rang out. I saw that the person carrying the RPG was shot and fell down on his head. Then he rolled down the hill. The companions beside him immediately began to shoot in cover, and after a moment they refused to give up easily, and a moment later they again aimed at us with RPGs under the cover of their companions. The difference is that this time this RPG shooter didn't run straight up, but crouched down the hill where only a small half of his upper body was exposed, and then aimed at us.

Walker fired several shots at the man, but the man was not hit. This may be due to Walker's broken left arm, and the other party has a companion to cover for. But even then, the bullets that Walker hit put a lot of pressure on the guy.

Just when I thought it was going to be the end of this time, I noticed that the rocket's flight trick seemed wrong, and just as I was thinking, the rocket slashed in front of my eyes and hit a thick tree trunk about ten meters behind me. After the explosion, the whole tree seemed to be missing a section, except for the sawdust that was blown up everywhere, and the upper half of the tree was lifted out and smashed heavily on a nearby tree.

"Shoot! Shoot! "Walker didn't seem to be affected by the rockets coming at all, he was still reminding us as he shot.

I quickly came back to my senses and looked ahead. The man who had fired the rocket was no longer in sight. And his companion, who had covered his launch just now, continued to shoot at us. However, there were a little fewer people shooting than before.

I fired a few shots back, and soon the movement down the hill drew my attention again. I turned my head to look down the hillside, and as the sun was about to rise, and with the better and better light, I saw a number of people reappearing in the woods below, no doubt the same people as TLB. The fierce firefighting here was like a rallying cry that brought all the people around them together.

I subconsciously glanced at the magazine of the rifle in my hand, and it was estimated that half of the bullets were left. Walker: They're probably about the same as me, if not worse. If these people below organize another attack, we should run out of ammunition and food if we do it again.

Walker, who was next to me, also saw the other TLB forces coming from below, and he looked at me and said, "Do you have any extra ammunition?" ”

I shrank back to the stone and shook my head, "You're knowingly asking." “

Walker sighed when I said this, then smiled, "Shoot all the bullets and die." I guess you should be posthumously considered a hero in any country, right? “

"Don't laugh. You are a mercenary. All that is left is notoriety. Besides, no one will know the story here. No one knows you! I said as I got up again and shot at the other side.

Soon after the arrival of reinforcements, the enemy attacked again. This time the group of men fired heavily at us from below, and continued to attack from the hillside where they could come up.

Although the bullets from below were still not accurate, as the battle progressed, they became more and more aware of the characteristics of the terrain and our specific location, and the impact of their bullets on us was increasing.

Soon, the new reinforcements were organized to attack again, and the three of us no longer paid attention to anything this time, and no longer paid attention to it, and each pulled the trigger and fired freely. This is because we have few bullets left, and we are still happy to finish the fight at the last minute. Then there was the formation of the gang, and the gang rushed up even more desperately, and they ran and shouted "Allahu Akbar" and the like. This somewhat fanatical stance undoubtedly stimulated us a lot, allowing us to pull the trigger more quickly

While the narrow mountain road made it impossible for us to escape, it also instantly became a slaughterhouse for these armed men who attacked us. Their bullets either flew or hit the big rock in front of us. And most of our bullets are on the flesh and blood of these people. Not only that, but sometimes because they were standing too close together and the space was too small, a bullet would penetrate one person and then burrow into another, rolling in it for a while before taking another life.

But soon, we ran out of bullets. I was the first to run out of bullets, and then Langdon fired the last bullet in the gun...

(End of chapter)