"Intuition? If it was someone else, after listening to Zhang Yanbo's words, he might laugh twice to sneer at this senior soldier, a big man actually believed in his intuition like a woman, but Zhou Fangzhou didn't laugh, Cong Rong's play was the work of adding blood to the knife edge, and many soldiers relied on that kind of inexplicable intuition to pick up a life.

Zhou Fangzhou pondered for a while and raised his hand upward, and the infantry team that was bending down and stealthily advancing immediately stopped, and the well-trained soldiers immediately found cover in the nearest place to them, and pointed their guns at the places that might be used by the enemy to hide. These things are very long, but in fact, they are only a matter of a moment, seeing that his companions are ready, Zhou Fangzhou nodded at Zhang Yanbo, and pointed ahead towards Zhang Yanbo and another soldier, Zhang Yanbo and the other soldier moved forward.

The more he walked in, the more uneasy Zhang Yanbo's heart grew, and he walked into his companion's side and just wanted to write something.

"Ki... Syllable! ”

The sound of breaking the air and the sound of metal crashing flew in front of Zhang Yanbo's eyes, and he only saw a cloud of red and white liquid flying in front of him, and the soldier walking beside him fell to the ground on his back as if he had been punched, and in his helmet was a bloody head. Seeing the tragic situation of his companions around him, Zhang Yanbo, who didn't have time to think about it, subconsciously immediately lay on the ground and rolled over to a depression next to him.

The next moment, the whistling sound of bullets and the explosion of grenades came and went, and it was no longer the appearance of two or three cats and dogs before, and the dense bullets strafed at the place where Zhang Yanbo was standing just now, and the bullets shot into the soil and made a tooth-sour "poof" sound, accompanied by puffs of green smoke.

"Damn, it's in ambush!" This was Zhang Yanbo's first thought after regaining consciousness. Cowering in the depression, he took out a first-aid kit from his pocket and bit it open with his teeth and tied it to the wound on his left shoulder, at this time he could only hug the five or six rifles tightly and huddle into a ball, allowing rifle, submachine gun and light machine gun bullets to fly over his head.

"Click, click"

At this moment, a familiar and lowered sound of tearing the tarpaulin sounded from behind, "Dense bullets swept towards Zhang Yanbo's front, which was the squad leader Zhou Fangzhou, who reacted quickly in the rear, used the only TingugQ general-purpose machine gun in the platoon for fire support." Immediately, the platoon commander Liu Zhaochen, who found that something was wrong in the back, also commanded the PS2 Browning heavy machine gun in the platoon to provide fire support to the front.

"Gotta get out of here." This was Zhang Yanbo's first thought after regaining consciousness, but at this time, countless bullets flew less than a foot above his head, and a faint stream of heat smelled in his nose made him know that if he went out now, he could only make himself a hornet's nest.

"Squad leader, Yan Bo is trapped in front."

In the rear, which was not less than fifty meters away from Zhang Yanbo, a private shouted to Zhou Fangzhou in some panic.

"I know" howl what! Zhou Fangzhou pressed Suomi's pressure spring, and an empty magazine was immediately lost, and after replacing it with a magazine, he glanced at the distance between him and Zhang Yanbo again, and had an idea in his heart, turned back to the back and ordered: "The machine gun team is fully covering, and the others immediately go to Zhang Yanbo to still smoke bombs, remember to throw all the smoke bombs out." ”

"Everyone, prepare, one, two, three bombs!"

"Whoosh"

Seven or eight smoke bombs immediately flew towards Zhang Yanbo's hiding place, and a lowered sound sounded, and streams of gray-brown smoke slowly rose with the breeze, soon enveloping Zhang Yanbo's hiding place.

"1 Buzi, I'll see it below." Looking at the smoke that filled Zhang Yanbo's hiding place,

Zhou Fangzhou's eyes showed an anxious look, if Zhang Yanbo couldn't take the opportunity to rush out this time, then he could only retreat with the whole class. Although this may be very unfair and brutal to Zhang Yanbo, this is the battlefield, "The battlefield naturally has its own survival laws, and he can't afford to lose all his subordinates for a soldier."

The smoke from seven or eight smoke grenades quickly spread to a large area, obscuring the sight of both sides, causing the gunfire to pause for a moment.

"Bastards" but hurry! Seeing the smoke rising faintly, Zhou Fangzhou felt anxious, the gun in his hand pointed forward, and his fingers tightly pulled the trigger, but he didn't dare to shoot for fear of accidental injury.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out of front of him, rushing towards this direction.

"No shooting!" Zhou Fangzhou hurriedly stopped the soldiers beside him.

This figure finally rushed in front of everyone, and hurriedly shouted out of breath: "Squad leader" Hurry up, there are at least three or four hundred enemies in front, and we have entered the enemy's ambush circle. ”

"Lu" cover each other and retreat quickly! ”

Zhou Fangzhou didn't have empty words, and immediately ran back, and the rest of the people also began to cover each other and retreated.

Seeing that the Huaxia army began to retreat, the enemy on the opposite side finally couldn't help but rush out from the original blocking position and chased forward.1 Hearing the sound of time killing, roaring, and machine guns intertwined into a sound.

"Comrade battalion commander, just a few of these Huaxia people completely entered our ambush circle, but unfortunately, their fire is too fierce and the speed of retreat is too fast, otherwise we can wipe them all out." In a hidden foxhole, a Soviet captain sighed with pity.

…… Hmph, the Chinese have always been very skilled in retreating, just like the soldiers of their Manchu government a hundred years ago. The commander of the Soviet battalion, Makaslov, replied hatefully. These Chinese retreats were so skillful that they fired at the pursuing army in groups of three, one shot of bullets, the next group of cover shots, and so on, taking advantage of the advantages of automatic weapons. The company lost more than thirty men in less than a hundred meters of pursuit, and this retreat was obviously the result of careful practice.

"They use the advantage of automatic weapons to form dense firepower, this tactic is very powerful in a short period of time, but their ammunition will definitely not last so long, comrade battalion commander, let's quickly order the army to pursue, right?" "The company commander Slap was very unwilling to see that the carefully planned outflanking circle was slipped away by the Huaxia people like this.

"Okay, order all the soldiers to press up, they came from afar, and the ammunition can't support such a high-intensity shot for a long time." Makaslov, an experienced commander, immediately and decisively ordered the army to press up.

Makaslov's judgment was very correct, although Zhou Fangzhou had fled back to the cable relief ground with the remaining soldiers, but more than half of the ammunition they carried had been consumed in the high-intensity firefight just now, especially the MG42 general-purpose machine gun they carried, which was a big bullet eater, had emptied four ammunition boxes in the fierce firefight of more than ten minutes just now, and now there were less than 1,000 rounds of ammunition left.

"The squads recounted the casualties and ammunition!" Liu Zhaochen, with a gloomy face, hid behind a large rock, looking at the wounded all over the ground and felt a heartache, these elite marines had already suffered nearly half of the casualties in the exchange of fire with the Soviets just now.

, "There are eight people left in the first squad, one wounded, and one base of ammunition left." ”

"There are nine people left in the second squad, two wounded, and there is still a base number of ammunition. ”

, "There are five people left in the third shift, three wounded, and the ammunition is only a medium base." ”

Hearing the situation reported by the various squads, Liu Zhaochen's heart sank more and more, now that the ammunition in the platoon was running out, if the reinforcements could not arrive in another twenty minutes, his people would have to fight with the enemy with bayonets.

, "Base, base, I am the Sharp Knife Platoon, we were ambushed by the enemy's superior military forces, the army suffered heavy casualties, we need air reinforcements, repeat that air reinforcements are urgently needed, our position is the sixteenth area, our position is the sixteenth area. "The communications corps hiding behind the truck is making endless calls over the radio.

"Lord, the command told us that the plane was coming, and the regimental seat ordered us to hold on and wait for help." Putting down the intercom, the correspondent ran to Liu Zhaochen's side to narrate.

"Got it, ordered the brethren to save ammunition and hold out until reinforcements arrived. Liu Zhaochen's face was still not happy, after so many years of fighting, he knew that the plane support thing was like dating his girlfriend, and no one knew when they would come back. Now that my army is seventy or eighty kilometers out of touch with the big army behind, there are many places in front that need reinforcements, and although the radio shows that planes are coming, who knows if they will be able to arrive in time.

"Contact immediately to see if there are any of our planes nearby, and if so, ask them to come immediately." ”

"Yes!" The correspondent picked up the communicator, just raised his head and was about to call, when a machine gun bullet concentrated on his neck, a stream of red liquid immediately squirted out, and his body fell softly towards Liu Zhaochen.

"Damn bastard!" Liu Zhaochen grabbed the corpse of the communication soldier and pulled him next to him, grabbed the intercom and shouted loudly, "I don't care which bastard is in the sky now, if you haven't arrived in the sixteenth area within ten minutes, then you can wait to collect the corpse for us!" No, maybe we can't even collect the corpses for us, and now that Lao Maozi has outflanked us, we are going to run out of ammunition and food, do you understand! ”

Putting down the intercom, the last magazine from his waist was loaded, Liu Zhaochen rushed to the front, he saw that the dense bullets knocked a Soviet soldier who was bending over to the ground, but a bullet also hit him, his arm hung down weakly, and more enemy troops in front rushed over, and the situation was getting more and more critical.

Maybe the scolding of U Zhaochen angered the nearby Huaxia fighters, or maybe the reinforcements were really like the command was coming, and when Liu Zhaochen arrived in despair, there was a lowered roar in the sky, and soon the bombs fell@