Forward, with his gun in both hands, he struggled to jump over a crater, trying to rush to the foot of the hill ahead. The enemy kept clash coming out of the valley on the left, as if trying to kill the bloody road.

The fighting qualities that come out of these clashes are very high, and the movements are quite fast, almost whirlwind-like.

Just now he started to knock down two enemy soldiers who rushed out in an instant, and jumping over the crater at this time was an unconscious reaction, and he could have bypassed. The crater was nearly two meters wide, like a pot.

Running forward and running this way, he jumped violently, and he saw that he was about to reach that side. Suddenly, the feet were soft, and the thin layer of dirt on the side of the crater became slippery in the dewy grass, and the friction on the soles of the shoes was pitiful, and the man fell backwards to the sky.

As he fell, the gun in his hand went off the fire and shot a shuttle into the opposite hill and sky. His backpack hit the ground in the crater first, and the gun was still in his hand, but he couldn't turn over and couldn't get up.

In front of the junction of the valley, several more enemy troops who had broken out of the encirclement were running, shooting at the foot of the hill as they ran. The scouts at the foot of the hill were still fighting the enemy troops rushing down from above, and the dropped grenades kept exploding around them, and thick smoke rose, and for a while both sides were stuck.

The enemy on the hill desperately rushed down to meet the below, and everyone had to resist no matter what, and there were constantly casualties.

The sound of gunfire and grenade explosions continued to ring in the valley, and the scouts were mostly silent weapons, except for grenades and machine guns, and judging by the sound alone, the resistance was sporadic and sporadic in the sense of sound.

But it was undoubtedly the best kind of concealment, and the scouts, who had been hidden in advance, did not move, and opened fire when they saw the enemy and heard movement in the bushes. The enemy suffered a great loss, and people who rushed out were constantly shot and fell.

However, after all, the fighting qualities of these enemy troops are not weak, and they are even quite strong, and they are also very good at judging the situation. After the failure of the first breakout charge, they rushed again under the command of a captain officer, and fired specifically into the grass and bushes at the foot of the hill.

For them, the only way to achieve safety is to fight quickly and rush quickly.

The valley behind was blocked by the scouts, and the only way to survive was to rush out. At present, under the protection of a platoon's personal guards, senior officials of the Ministry of National Defense and several senior staff members are hiding in a half-pit in the back, waiting for a breakthrough in front.

The hundreds of teams escorting them were disrupted in an instant just now, and the scouts who came out of nowhere hid on the mountains on both sides, and with a burst of silent cold guns, many of them fell in an instant.

Everyone was cut into knots by them, and everyone was forced to fight separately in the narrow valley, and the battle was brutal and fierce.

The first wave that rushed out was that the agents failed to complete their mission, and they all became guns and ghosts. The officers were nervously waiting for the results of the second wave of breakthrough in the half-hole pit. As long as some of the personnel rush out and seize the commanding heights of the front junction, then everyone's chance of survival is possible.

A tall, thin man with one-inch-thick glasses watched the movement from the edge of the pit, and through the grass he looked forward at his own man hidden behind a rock at the turn. The guys were holding their guns, their backs to the stones, and they were looking this way, obviously desperate. Why not?

The gunshots and explosions in front of him were still ringing fiercely, the shouts were continuous, and the tragic howl of being shot was terrifying. The scouts on the hills on both sides seemed to have retreated, but as long as anyone went up, they would be shot, so those who were still alive below did not dare to move on their stomachs.

The battle was unfavorable, and those who rushed out in the second wave did not come back to report. Those who have tried the situation in the past have gone and never returned.

Staying like this is not the way to go, you have to organize people to rush out again. For the third time, the remnants of the enemy forces in the valley were organized, and they were to rush out anyway and seize the Qiantu ridge at the junction.

Forward, he fell into the crater and turned over to the right, and bullets kept flying over the crater, and the path of the bullets seemed to be visible in the fog, intertwining into a dim web of fire. Some of the bullets hit the craters and bounced dirt.

In this way, he struggled to retract his legs, stretched out to the side, and curled up in the crater in a different position, not daring to move.

One of the enemy rushed to the crater at the risk of death, and as soon as the gun was taken out of his hand, the man fell, and with a grunt, threw himself into the crater, and pressed him on the waist of his body. His right arm was broken by a machine-gun bullet and he was shot in the chest.

But this guy did not lose his breath, and after falling into the crater, he struggled to crawl over and desperately try.

The two scuffled in the crater.

The guy was in a dying struggle, with a lot of force, and it was very unfavorable to move forward sideways, so he put a hand on his waist and pulled the grenade to die together. Sweating profusely, he quickly grabbed the guy's wrist tightly with his hand.

You can't let him make a back, it's not cost-effective. Moving forward, I tried to retract my legs with all my might, pressed my knees against his lower abdomen, dragged his chin with the palms of my hands, and pushed him up.

The guy rolled his head up, his upper body standing upright. Moving forward, he took the opportunity to roll to the side, and the guy pounced again, but this time it was not on top of him again, but in his position just now.

Moving forward, he retracted his left arm and slammed his elbow into the temple of his head, knocking him unconscious. He pulled his legs and feet out from under the guy and rolled over to climb out of the crater.

Bullets are still flying. He took the gun and leaned against the edge of the crater. The enemy keeps rushing out, but if you get up, you are likely to be hit by a stray bullet if you show your head slightly.

Zhang Wenwen saw that Xiang Qian stayed in the crater on the ridge on the right and didn't move, and he panicked, just afraid that he had been pulled by that guy to make a cushion. After firing a few shots, he yelled, turned back to the people around him, and said that Xiang Qianqian might have hung up, and he had to go down to save him!

In the smoke of gunpowder, a grenade fell into the crater in an arc. With nowhere to hide, he rolled forward and rolled over quickly, pulling the dead to cover him. With a loud bang, a grenade exploded, and a cloud of smoke covered him.

The blazing flames of the explosion scorched the skin on one side of his face, and the smell of gunpowder was so strong that he was out of breath for a moment.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Wenwen rushed down as if he was dead. I had a thought in my heart that I would drag his body away when I died.

Li Guozhu roared here: "Suppress the other side!" Everybody fire and fight! "The machine guns went from point fire to frantic strafing.

The enemy on the hill seems to be rushing down for reinforcements. The figure in the dense fog is not very obvious, but it is clearly the shaking of the person. That's enough, everyone shoots in bursts, and the bullet casings keep jumping into the bushes and grass around them.