"Squad leader!"

The private watched in horror as the squad leader, who had leaned out carelessly from the corner of the alley, fell to the ground at the same time with several shots of lead bullets in his body. Blood slowly trickled out of his wounds, taking the warrior's life and consciousness with him.

The deputy squad leader has undergone the direct education of PLA instructors, and his tactical awareness and willpower are more skillful and resolute than his subordinates. The next second, the grenade in his hand that opened the fuse was thrown from behind the corner by him.

"Comrades-in-arms, avenge the squad leader! Kill! "Coinciding with the explosion of the grenade landing, the deputy squad leader howled hoarsely and instinctively from deep in the lobes of his lungs.

The private's visual nerve conveyed blood on the ground, and the auditory nerve conveyed the battle cry in his ears and the explosion behind the corner. The sound of gunfire was still ringing in the distance, and the private suddenly felt endless power-

The rifle in his hand was tighter than ever, and his steps on the dirt road were more resolute than ever. The moist corners of his eyes narrowed dramatically, and the street turned black and white—all that remained in the color range was the terrified enemy across the street.

The self who fled from Garcia to Cierta was always on the run. Escaping the war in Garcia and the famine in the western part of his immediate region, he was protected by the Aliens recruited by the Otherworld, and then protected by the squad leader after joining the army to "seek better food".

The death of the squad leader made the private see how his cowardly self failed to live up to his loved ones - and at the same time those who loved themselves. How he wished that it was his lonely self who was alone and unaccompanied, not the squad leader who had a wife and children at home and was looking forward to returning.

Put a soldier of the magic spear team who flashed out of the corner of the wall and was raising a gun into the crosshairs, and the private was looking for a way to feel at ease in revenge: he could take away a few more lackeys of the Western Expeditionary Army for the squad leader, and even if he died here, he would die as he deserved, and he would not be ashamed of the squad leader who went down first...... Right?

In the alley, which was just as wide as a carriage, the infantry squad that had lost its squad leader directly showed its edge and confronted the enemy several times its own size face to face.

The grenades first reduced most of the strength of the fortifications and also dealt heavy damage to the fortifications themselves. Then an infantry squad dispersed and fired continuously in the alley, and the ability to fire five and a half times in a continuous manner completely overwhelmed the enemy troops on the opposite side.

"On - bayonet! Don't spare any of the bandits! "The deputy squad leader, who is now the acting squad leader, is not inferior to his predecessor at all. In this alley with only a line in the sky, his roar was thunder, and the uniform bayonets of his infantry were a forest of lightning.

After running out of ammunition for five or six and a half miles, the private was already mechanically holding his gun with both hands and going straight to the enemy position, stepping over the pile of sandbags and bricks. In the next second, a soldier of the magic spear team, who had just been shot in the arm and could not move on the ground, watched with miserable eyes as the visitor stabbed the bayonet directly into his stomach, and turned again - the pain was so intense that it exceeded the threshold that he felt that the world was spinning, and he knew nothing as soon as his head fell.

The deputy squad leader was not holding a bayonet of five or six and a half. The squad leader's body is still in the corner, but the weapons on his body have been contained. The deputy squad leader was already carrying two five or six half-and-a-half pistols on his back, and he was also holding two Black Star pistols unique to commanders in his hands. He also followed the leading private to break through the low wall, and raised his hand to give two happy rounds to the other soldier of the magic spear team who was still moving.

The intersection of the alleys in three other directions. The soldiers of the magic spear team, who were suppressed by the fire just now, hurriedly lay down in the opposite direction of the bunker, twitching the whole strip and stabbing the lead bullet and magic powder into the chamber of the gun.

"These mud legs, driven crazy by the Otherworldly?" A battle-hardened former Elta veteran pulled the strip from the chamber of his gun with a trembling left hand, then tossed it aside and replaced it with a tubular sword and swung it around the muzzle. "Roland Zebisi, who surrendered, several of them were poked to death, is it our turn to be next?"

"Before I die, at least bring a mud leg with me on the road." Another veteran who was loading ammunition on his stomach and had shrapnel stuck in his face smiled evilly, "I have to pick a beautiful one, I didn't take a beautiful woman, so I have to bring a similar color to let me poke my ass, right?" ”

"Ass-eyed? I still want to take a woman from another world on the road. When they were lined up in the palace for selection, I was a retainer of Micaranti......"

"Your ancestors were once wide, we all know that. But I give you a word of advice, don't reminisce too much about it now, Jora. You're no longer Micaranti's fat man's retainer, you're about to be killed by the doglegs, can you understand? ”

"I understand this, but what I really don't understand is why the Otherworldly people let the mud legs turn over Elta's sky? Where do they get the confidence to think they can turn the sky around? ”

Before the brief conversation, more than a dozen officers and soldiers of the magic spear team completed the final loading. In front of them, the Elta Army infantrymen with steel guns were clearing the bunkers on the opposite street, and most of them happened to have their backs to them.

"Old man, this is the right time." The leading officer of the magic spear team had regained his true colors as a ruffian, licking his lips and his eyes shining. "Count to three, brothers, let's shoot him in the back of the sky!"

The private took the lead in the clearing of every intersection, and behaved extremely bravely—but the blood of the entire infantry squad was awakened in the blood of the squad leader, and his performance was really reasonable.

Suddenly, there was only one gunshot from behind the private. Different from the crisp sound of five or six half shots, it is a particularly exaggerated sound unique to the magic powder gun.

In the blink of an eye, the Private only felt a warm current appear on his face. When he touched it with his hand, he immediately realized: it was blood from the abrasions.

But the private had already seen that less than half of his comrades in his infantry squad were still alive and did not fall immediately. The deputy squad leader, who was carrying two rifles on his back, happened to walk at the end, and the poor man fell down directly with several bullets in his back with an unwilling look - the private understood, and his eyes clearly wrote:

"Don't be afraid! Avenge us! You can't lose your weapons, fight to the last moment, the last man! ”

The nearby Minerva River seemed to be as sung in the song, bursting into a wave deep in the riverbed, concentrating on the private. He held his breath and pulled the trigger on the first bandit who rushed towards the group.

"Die, dog's mother's coarse! Roll in the septic tank for grandpa! ”

The Magic Spear Soldiers, who had just been shouting and stabbing Elta's ass in the eye, were immediately shot in the forehead and fell to the ground. Behind him, however, dozens of people continued to wield swords and swords in their hands, moving forward selflessly, as if defeating the wounded soldiers in front of them would change their mortal fate.

An intact infantry squad, now only three are left who can stand up and carry guns to fight. One person on the ground was shot several times in the leg and was also shot in the body, lying in a pool of blood but still did not forget to raise his gun to aim, while the other person held the gun in one hand and shot into the air to cheer. It seems that with five and a half bullets, it will not solve the problem at all.

However, the private didn't care about this at all. After the last three shots, he also gave up fine aiming, and just stabilized the gun and pulled the trigger in the direction of a large number of people.

There was no fear on the faces of the three men, this infantry squad was close to completing its mission - they had cleared this crossroads, wiped out hundreds of men, and they were worthy of the name of Elta's Army Iron Division! In the face of the swarming enemy army, only heroism and fighting spirit were left in their eyes.

"Come on, rotten bunnies." The private pulled the trigger in the air, and his face became even more hideous. "Let's show grandpa, how capable are you wine bags and rice bags, don't you want grandpa's life? Then come and get it! Comrades-in-arms, get on the bayonet! ”

Neither side had a chance to reload as close as a dozen meters, and the Magic Lancers, who were trying to win the battle, did not leave a few soldiers behind to continue to reload and shoot - most of them did not have much confidence in their accuracy.

3V20+, it's a fight to the death.

The private used a pistol to deflect the sword that was coming straight at him, and then with a flick of his hand, he pushed five or six halves outwards by an arm or so, and the bayonet was impartially struck in the heart of the opponent. Not daring to fight, he put away his spear and took a few steps back, turning into a circle back to back with the remaining two, shoulder to shoulder.

In a flash, he saw the fallen deputy squad leader surrounded by several bandits who were constantly searching for the relics of the "commander". However, his eyes widened as he saw the hand of a soldier who looked supposed to be dead lying next to the deputy squad leader was moving.

Next to the broken middle and index fingers, the comrade's ring finger was pulling a ring.

It was a grenade. The latch detached from the warrior's hand, and his hand fell to the ground with a heavy blow along with the green thunder.

No one paid attention to this detail. Five seconds later, the grenade exploded violently on the ground, and the Magic Spear Officer with two five or six halves on his back and the Black Star in his hand was blown to pieces along with his trophies.

Taking advantage of the momentary hesitation of the opposing enemy as they were attracted by the explosion, the private and two other comrades rushed forward. There are no words, no gestures, everything is guided by blood and self-consciousness.

"For Elta! For the people! Avenge your comrades! Come on! "The private, with five or six halves, cut open the abdomen of an enemy in three and two steps. Looking up again, a bright sword was rushing towards him.

The comrade-in-arms had just sneaked up on an enemy soldier who had not yet reacted, and when he saw that the private was in trouble, he immediately stretched out his spear. The wooden body of the spear smashed the sword perfectly, but his comrade's shoulders began to tingle as well—slowing him down to withdraw five or six half blocks.

The private who managed to escape saw with his own eyes a few soldiers of the magic spear team who were too cowering to move forward, and several of them seized the opportunity together and stabbed the comrades who saved him to the core. The old hatred and hatred mixed with the comradeship made him take two steps forward almost uncontrollably, and he poked at the hazy figure, regardless of whether he could get out or not.

The private's poke was poked into the crowd. However, his hand did not forcefully pull out the rifle and spear, but turned it into his breast pocket.

There was also a grenade hanging there.

The members of the Demon Spear Team who reacted immediately unleashed their swords and stabbed the private into a noodle machine. However, it was too late, and the little green thing in the private's hand had already been broken......

"Let's all go down to grandpa, stupid, fuck, guys." These were the last words of the private, smiling and squeezing out of his leaky lungs.