The enemy on the right was also gone, and he couldn't see anything of value without the help of lightning in bad weather.

There was no choice but to guess where to shoot again.

The bullets were gone, and he quickly changed the magazine in the rapid wind and rain. The rain is coming too hard! Thankfully, lightning flashed across the sky again, shining brightly across the valley.

The enemy at the foot of the hill on the right in the grass had already run a long way and was crouching down in a shallow grass.

He didn't have time to aim too much, and hurriedly shot two points at his figure in a row.

The enemy seemed to have been snatched away by vanishing lightning, and he was suddenly out of sight.

The downpour was recklessly raining and getting more and more intense.

The ridge of light soon merged into a river, and the depression where he crouched was filled with water for a while, and his body seemed to be soaked in water.

He was soaking wet, but he had to stay here and not leave. After a while, there was no further movement in the valley below, and all the enemy forces that could rush in to fight had probably been wiped out.

He wiped the drops of water from his face and spit a few mouthfuls into the corners of his mouth to remove the rain.

In another flash of lightning, he turned his head to look at the Light Ridge behind him, he was always not very relieved about his back.

He saw that there was already a lying figure on the commanding heights of Light Ridge.

I don't know who it is, whoever it is, as long as it's my own people who occupy it.

And there are many caves around the open area inside, and the enemy's fire blockade is very strong, and the main attack scouts who infiltrate are stuck in it, and they can't pull out.

Now that the mission has failed, we have to evacuate first.

But one of the enemy's observation posts at the bottom of the cliff diagonally opposite was very powerful, and firmly grasped their movements, and tracer bullets kept hitting this side, leading countless dense bullet rains and blocking everyone's exit.

A part of the bullets hit the light ridge on this side, obviously they were suppressing Xiong Guoqing and Li Guozhu on the commanding heights.

The captain of the main attack and his soldiers were in danger, and everywhere the enemy fired bullets, and everyone could not get out, so they had to resist through the hole.

Had it not been for the fact that the opposite right flank had occupied the enemy's machine-gun position, the enemy would likely have approached the left and right sides of the hole and threw grenades.

It's not good to go on like this. I'd love to touch it from here, and when you enter the canyon, go over to the right-hand side and take out the most powerful firepower.

The enemy's tracer bullets kept coming out of there, suppressing the comrades on this side.

The lightning shone brightly on the white raindrops, and the wind and rain and thunder roared loudly, and the surrounding cliffs also rattled with running water, leaking down. The upper body that had not been wet before moving forward was already soaked, and the whole body was drenched with water.

The battle in the valley below was raging at this time, and the sound of gunfire and explosions was clear when they came, and shouts could be heard from time to time. The military situation is urgent, and we must immediately go down to provide support.

With the help of lightning, he stood on the edge of the cliff and saw that there were three corpses lying in the valley below, which must have been the patrolmen who had just been knocked out by the comrades on the opposite side.

It is more than 10 meters high, and it is difficult to avoid injury if you jump.

Quickly remove the rope as you move forward, hang one end on a protruding rock, hang down the other, and then begin to descend to the bottom of the valley.

He moved very quickly, as a scout in the mountain jungle, climbing up and down was their main course, and everyone had excellent skills, so in a few seconds, he quickly reached his destination and landed on the ground.

The rope was too late to be retracted, so he hurried to the sentry hut by lightning.

In the midst of the thunderstorm, another flash of lightning flashed, and he could see a man lying down at the firing port of the sentry post, a drum-type light machine gun resting there, and there seemed to be a lot of ammunition piled up inside.

Rush forward and grab that light machine gun.

Now he carried his automatic rifle on his shoulder and went around the front entrance and exit with the captured light machine gun. In the lightning, he looked back and saw that there was indeed a lot of ammunition piled up inside, so he went in and changed the drum, and fumbled to carry a box of grenades.

After a few steps, he lowered the grenade box in the grass in the field, turned around and went in and got two machine-gun drums for the suppression of the fire. He thought it might be more useful to wait and suppress it with a light machine gun, so he gave up on the grenade.

Although the hit rate of the light machine gun is not high enough, it can rain bullets at the enemy, forming a suppressive deterrent.

This is the route of retreat, and it is inevitable that the enemy will pursue it, and it is necessary to have sufficient firepower to block the retreat. There was no doubt that the ammunition in this sentry shed could do this, and although he was in a hurry, he became more and more calm.

Go ahead and open the box of grenades that you have abandoned in the grass, lest you wait until it is too late.

Thinking of this, he hurried in again, and came out of the sentry shed with the remaining two boxes of grenades, both of which were opened.

He moves fast, his brain spins faster.

After a few seconds, he began to descend the cliff on the right side of the valley. That was the route taken by an enemy just now, and it should have been safe, and there were no mines.

Sure enough, it went well, and he ran to a boulder that protruded in front of him, armed with a light machine gun. Bullets flew in front of you, and the trajectory of the ballistic flight could be seen in the night rain.

He climbed up the boulder, and as he lay down on it, he looked through the growing bushes and saw that there were enemies shooting at several holes on this side.

One of the heavy machine guns in the hole in the middle of the wall was so powerful that the bullets rained down on the cliff to his left, blocking the retreat of the main scouts.

Tracer bullets were fired from there non-stop, and the enemy's observers were powerful.

I don't know why the battle-hardened instructor lost his level this time, and rashly infiltrated into a desperate situation without fully investigating it.

But combat is like that, it takes risks, and he knows that.

The enemy's firepower here is too much and too powerful, and the bullets seem to be compared to the raindrops that are falling from God, and the frantic strafing will not stop for a moment.

He didn't dare to stand up, so he continued to lie on his stomach like that, and with a little aim, he fired several tentative shots at the heavy machine-gun fire.

Two bullets appeared to hit the gun, and he visibly felt the pace of the strafing slow.

The popping sound of the drum LMG was faint at this point, not enough to attract the attention of the enemy.

But the fireworks from the muzzle could not be concealed, but fortunately, there were bushes and treetops that could cover some of them, so he felt a little safe, so he continued to fire fiercely at the heavy machine gun fire despite the danger.

The bullets fired diagonally covered the point of fire at the entrance of the hole, and the enemy shooter hit the ricocheting bullets on the rocks at the entrance of the hole, creating a temporary gap in firepower.