It seems that the enemy has spotted them and is in pursuit. The front one only needs to come another five meters to approach the bushes below the ridge, which is not conducive to suppressing the shot.

"Forward, hit?" Said one of the guard fighters.

They were all still outside in their enemy uniforms, and they went forward and pulled out a grenade, saying, "Wait, look at my grenade, as soon as I get rid of it, you will shoot the one in front." ”

After saying that, he squatted forward and threw it into the center of the open field. At the same time, the gunfire of the two guards and fighters rang out, and before the grenades landed, several guys in the grass in front of them had already been knocked down by them.

The grenade arced and flew down the ridge. The enemies in the grass scurried in confusion, and some hurriedly lay down.

The grenade landed and exploded, and when he saw the enemy crying wolf, his head was hot, and he said to the two guard soldiers: "I'll go down and grab some ammunition to cover me." "I picked up the gun and rushed down.

But before he could break out of the bushes, a bullet from an unknown brother passed through his jaw, and hot blood immediately flowed out.

When the special forces heard the commotion, they rushed to support, only to see that the bushes were alarmed all the way down, and they had rushed to the edge of the open area.

"Hit! Cover him—" The special forces opened fire again and again, and the two guards were even more unambiguous, fighting back in the hail of bullets from the enemy, resolutely withstanding the enemy's offensive momentum.

Moving forward, he saw an enemy rushing out of the grass on the left, and he hurriedly put on fire, but it didn't start, and there were no bullets.

The man yelled at him "Wow" and rushed up the hill to his side. Moving forward was stunned, is there a truce? He didn't care about that, he changed the magazine, turned sideways and fired him, knocking him to the ground from behind.

Another man rushed out from the side, shooting at the ridge and yelling at him.

Moving forward, he suddenly realized that these two guys saw that the military uniform he was wearing regarded him as a comrade-in-arms, and hurriedly put another shuttle to knock it over, and then reached out to the collar and pinched it, afraid that the collar of the military uniform inside him was not covered by the enemy outside.

Blood from his jaw ran down his fingers and down the back of his hand into the cuff.

Bullets kept flying over his head, and he felt that he had pinched his neckline too tightly, and the wound hurt so much that he hurriedly let go and stretched his neck. When he saw a group of centaurs rushing up the gentle slope on the right, he hurriedly swept over and knocked down the two who rushed to the front.

The force of the army, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, was fired at him with a burst of fire, which made him fall down quickly, and he could not see anything in the grass. Of course, the enemy who was lying in the grass and suppressed couldn't see anything, but when he saw someone rushing over with fire, he hurriedly fought back desperately to resist.

Taking advantage of the instant fight between their own people, they moved forward without caring about the wound on their necks, crawled to the corpses of nearby enemies in three or two times, picked up a few magazines and turned around and crawled through the grass, this time gaining a lot, and then taking advantage of the dense fog, quickly retreated.

At this time, the battle behind him was fierce, and both sides were so brave that they were almost deadlocked. They all thought that the other party was the scout squad that had infiltrated them, and they all beat them mercilessly.

In the fierce gunfire, accompanied by a series of explosions of grenades, the two sides stunned a small area into a hell of blood and fire.

Ran forward to the ridge, ran out of breath, saw everyone quickly wiped a handful of sweat, this time, his face was covered with blood, and he screamed when he touched the wound.

When I looked down, the entire neckline and chest were already stained red with blood.

"Here comes the ammunition - the things raised by the son of a bitch are fighting by their own people! I've been shot! "Forward, he kept talking, and his voice was a little hoarse.

When the special forces saw it, they hurriedly said, "Quick, I'll bandage you." He pushed him away: "Hurry up, it's too late." Take advantage of their ghosts and ghosts, retreat first! ”

So everyone ran in the jungle for a while, and as they moved forward, they only felt that the lower tooth bone on their right side was connected to the neck by the collar, and the pain was scorching. The blood is constantly flowing from there, and it is very violent.

This time it really hurt a lot! Maybe the bullet went in. But the enemy can chase after him at any moment, and must not stop, and the first task now is to retreat to safety.

Running in the woods, he fell behind, unable to keep up with his comrades in front.

Just now, while the enemy was killing each other, everyone stuck a ditch diagonally from the ridge, and kept running along this ravine, and the sound of "crackling" footsteps sounded by the ditch.

The fog is big, I don't know the direction, it's good to have a road, and everyone runs hard.

Several times when he felt that the blood was flowing too much, he slowed down, rubbed it with his hands as he ran, wiped his mouth and face red, and pressed the wound with his fingers, so that his five fingers were dripping with blood, and he threw a large piece of the ground with his fingers.

And just like that, he fell behind.

When he first started to slow down, his comrades were still urging him while running, the injury was not serious, leave it alone for now, and wait until it was safe.

But the blood flows for a long time, which is not always a good thing, he remembers that he first promised "uh-huh", and after a few times, his comrades-in-arms in the thick fog have disappeared without a trace.

Swing forward and climb to the ridge at the end of this ravine. Looking around, I saw a thick fog and a white expanse, and I couldn't see far. The gunshots behind him were completely inaudible, but neither could the footsteps of his comrades.

It was in a foreign jungle, and he didn't know where to go to keep up with his people, and he felt a panic in his anxiety.

He looked back at the way he came again, and in the vast white mist, he had fallen a piece of the long grass that had come up the ridge in the ditch, which was very bad, and he had exposed his whereabouts.

At this moment, the blood was still flowing unscrupulously, and the entire placket was dyed black and red. If I continue like this, I am afraid that I will lose too much blood and faint.

He decided to stop and make a simple bandage for himself, and for the time being, the bleeding was a little smaller, and he felt much more at ease, and he took a long breath.

In fact, his wound was not serious, it was just a skin abrasion, and the bullet was shot obliquely from under the jaw to a groove, and the blood flowed naturally because of the constant vigorous exercise.

All you can see below the ridge here is woods, and there is no grass. Maybe the comrades went downhill from here, he wanted to see the terrain around him and decide how to go.

The slope was high and foggy, and the surroundings were quiet, and he could hear the dew falling in the forest below, and the sound of "popping" seemed monotonous and lonely.

It's not like someone down there.

Dragged his tired body forward and walked up the ridge on the right, the grass waist-deep, and the crystal clear dew condensed on the tips of the leaves. As soon as I arrived at a raised mountain, I suddenly heard the sound of "pop" shooting from below.

At this time, his highly concentrated spirit became a little excited again, and the exhaustion was swept away. Just as I was about to go down to see the movement, the gunshot suddenly "snapped" again.

This time he heard it clearly, the gunfire was not far away, it was on the ridge ahead.