The fire was blazing, and the bullets scattered in the ruins were chirping in the heat and scurrying irregularly. Countless firearms slowly melted in the heat, turning into useless scrap metal.

It was a failed attack, and the failures were too much to add.

But the militants did not back down in the slightest, and they began to use the ubiquitous city bunkers to launch a brazen attack on Xiao Yuanchao. In every corner, in a room, on a tall building, behind a window, there are people who are militants.

This is their territory, this is the terrain they are familiar with. Xiao Yuanchao is just an outsider, and he is not familiar with the terrain here at all. He may have the strongest tactics, but the unfamiliarity with the terrain is definitely the biggest confinement.

In an instant, Xiao Yuanchao fell into an absolutely cruel urban street battle. If you don't take a step, you will be attacked from different directions.

No one who has ever experienced street fighting in the city can understand the hardships of street fighting, especially when one person faces countless enemies. When you take a step forward, you need to pay attention not only to whether there is danger behind you, but also to whether there is danger around you, and more importantly, to pay attention to the new ambush points you may face after taking a step.

Behind a wall, behind a window, behind a corner, etc......

"Da Da Da ......"

"Bang! Bang! ……”

"Boom! Rumble! ……”

“……”

Bullets rained down, and Xiao Yuanchao struggled. He kept shooting and firing back, but the militants were like they couldn't finish killing, and they sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

These militants seem to have let go, and they must let Xiao Yuanchao die, and let this person die at any cost.

The road to the south was blocked, and Xiao Yuanchao could only retreat to the north, looking for other ways out in the retreat.

Under the gunfire, Xiao Yuanchao slowly retreated to the bell tower area to the north, and the pressure in this area was obviously much less. The militants' strong approach weakened, and the pace was slow, giving Xiao Yuanchao enough buffer time.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Sitting behind a ruined wall, Xiao Yuanchao, who was covered in gunsmoke, gasped for breath, sat on the ground with a gun in his arms, and frowned. The strong energy and physical consumption made him a little overwhelmed, and what made him feel unbearable the most was not the physical injury, but the re-emergence of adrenaline disorder.

Historically, the adrenaline rush has been pumping at this time to keep the body running at a high level. But now the adrenaline is gushing and interrupted.

The occurrence of this situation directly leads to intermittent pressure in the heart, just like a heart patient, the heart pressure is uneven, making the body present an unsustainable situation.

It's not a good sign, it's definitely not a good sign. Xiao Yuanchao had a feeling that he might die suddenly on the scorched earth of Basra.

It is a premonition, a premonition of danger. This kind of premonition is what professional soldiers are good at, sometimes it is a premonition of the danger around them, and sometimes it is a premonition of their own danger.

All in all, Xiao Yuanchao's current physical condition is very bad, and it can even be described as extremely bad.

"Whoosh!"

A rocket was shot from a tall building without warning, and Xiao Yuanchao, whose eyes clearly captured the trajectory of this rocket, immediately picked up his rifle and prepared to intercept the rocket with precision shooting.

But at the moment when he picked up the gun, there was a suffocating cramping pain in his chest.

"Ahh

The colic hit, and his whole body stiffened, making Xiao Yuanchao open his mouth and let out a painful moan. And when the groan came out, the rifle in his hand fell heavily to the ground, losing the ability to lift the gun.

"Whoa......" Xiao Yuanchao trembled, and the voice in his mouth changed from moaning to a howl of pain.

The adrenaline is abruptly interrupted, and the heart that is familiar with adrenaline stops abruptly. And the consequence of stopping is the pain of suffocation, which is unbearable for him.

There has never been a pain that Xiao Yuanchao can't bear, and when he can't bear it, it means that this pain has reached the extreme and peak!

The body couldn't move, it couldn't move at all, but the rockets were getting closer and closer, and they were about to hit where he was.

At this moment, Xiao Yuanchao saw death, death everywhere. But when he saw death, he had no fear, as if he had become accustomed to death and became able to accept it calmly.

"Circumvent!"

The majestic voice sounded loudly, and a figure rushed towards Xiao Yuanchao at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, threw him down, and rolled out dozens of meters with him in his arms.

"Boom!"

The rocket landed precisely on the position where Xiao Yuanchao was standing just now, bursting out a cloud of black and red flames. The heat wave rolled in, surging out in all directions, scraping over Xiao Yuanchao and the people who pounced.

And at this moment, Xiao Yuanchao's adrenaline surged again, and all the negative effects of his body disappeared without a trace. The heart begins to beat vigorously again, squeezing through guò to carry blood to every corner of the body.

The first reaction of Xiao Yuanchao, who was restored, was to push the person who was pressing on him away, glaring at him and yelling, "Why are you here?" Who asked you to come?? Any idea what this place is? This is a war zone! What are you doing here!! ”

Xiao Yuanchao's eyes contained incomparable anger, and the anger was mixed with deep worry. Because the person who came was too familiar and too familiar, and the familiarity made him have nightmares since he was a child, and when he had a nightmare, it was this familiar cheek!

Xiao Hongjun! Xiao Hongjun is here, Xiao Yuanchao's father is here!

Xiao Hongjun was shirtless, holding a Type 56 submachine gun in his hand, with a bald head, a face full of camouflage, a string of grenades around his neck, and a three-edged military thorn taken from a Type 56 submachine gun pinned to his waist.

Covered with gunsmoke, scars and blood, Xiao Hongjun standing in front of Xiao Yuanchao was completely old. His eyes were filled with an indescribable look of arrogance, and his slightly raised cheeks were full of slaughter.

"Go back!" Xiao Yuanchao roared angrily at his father, ripped off the bulletproof vest on his body three or two times and threw it over, "Give me back immediately, go back to me immediately!" ”

"Smack!"

Xiao Hongjun caught the bulletproof vest with one hand, suddenly bloomed a flattering smile, and said to Xiao Yuanchao: "Hehe, I don't worry about you." ”

"Put it on!" Xiao Yuanchao glared at Xiao Hongjun.

Xiao Hongjun handed the bulletproof vest to his son, still with a flattering smile on his face.

Now Xiao Hongjun is trying to please his son, and since Xiao Yuanchao's mother had an accident, he has tried his best to please his only son.

No one knows how Xiao Hongjun came here, and no one knows how he got the news and came here.

But now Xiao Hongjun is here, just like his former self, shaved his head, bare-chested, a five-six-style, and a three-edged army thorn!