After a while, two "Diamond" helicopters flew over the building with a curtain of rain. One of the helicopters, marked with a red cross, slowly landed in the open space in front of the building. Another heavily armed V09 helicopter circled around the building.

Lieutenant Pozik waved his hand back, then picked up Allen and trotted towards the "diamond" helicopter with the red cross on it.

A crew member with a flying helmet jumps out of the helicopter to help support Alan. At the same time, Gawyn also carried the injured Jakes to the helicopter.

"Oops, be careful!"

"You have to wait for us at the base, and you must take care of yourselves. Remember, don't keep my breakfast to yourself! ”

"Zhilu Dao, don't worry!"

After settling the two wounded and a corpse, Pozik pulled the sliding door on the side of the cabin, then tapped the windshield in front of the cab to signal that the helicopter could leave.

The helicopter began to pull up, and then flew away with another helicopter that was on guard.

"Alright, let's go!"

Platoon A removed the makeshift line and moved on. This time, the sound of artillery fire was significantly reduced, leaving only the sparse sound of gunfire and the sound of rain in the distance. But the soldiers did not dare to slack off, and they put the butts of their rifles on their shoulders and tensed their nerves.

The tanks of the 21st Panzer Division are gone, and this time it will be up to Platoon A.

The sound of shell explosions and the exchange of small arms in the distance was incessant, and it felt like listening to the sound of drums across the mountain. It's actually a long way off.

The rain was still pouring down, and there was no sign of stopping. Platoon A braved the pouring rain and covered each other. Support each other and use a variety of cover tactics to move forward slowly. As the group advanced about six hundred yards, the soldiers spotted a dozen or so men about thirty yards behind the corner of the fork in the line at the front of the group.

Lieutenant Pozik stretched out his hand and signaled the team to stop, and then ordered the first squad to guard both sides of the road in sign language, the second squad to observe the corner, and the fire squad to stand by.

Sergeant Orison, the leader of the second squad, slowly approached the corner. The soldiers behind him, guns raised, scrutinized every corner of the surroundings with all their might. Orison lay lightly on the puddle-strewn ground...... Dirty water spilled into the sergeant's collar.

Orison cautiously poked his corner of the corner, but before he could see what was going on, he summoned a shuttle of tracer bullets from the enemy. Taylor, behind Orison, pulled Orison back into the corner.

Smack! Bullets hit the corner. Splash rain and stones.

"Edmund!" Taylor shouted back.

Heavy Edmund squeezed in, and he and Orison swapped places. Taylor pushed open the chamber of the gun-borne grenade launcher, stuffed the grenade into the chamber, and then pulled the chamber of the gun-borne grenade launcher on.

"Are you ready? Suppress firepower! ”

Edmund lowered his body. With your back against the wall. He turned around. Take a step outward, shoot at your target, and retract into a corner. After a moment he took another step out, fired at the enemy, and retracted again.

Just as Edmund leaned out for the third time to shoot at the enemy, Taylor seized the opportunity to run behind a broken car at the fork in the road. He leaned out from the side of the wrecked car, raised his gun, and fired a grenade at the target with a thud.

Shout! The grenade bursts out of the gun-loaded grenade launcher. Fly into the air and explode with a thud. More than a dozen small needles with automatic identification, positioning, and tracking functions flew out of the grenade. They lock onto the target, turn around, and plunge headlong into the target.

Boom! The flames of the explosion illuminated the terrifying streets. Edmund quickly threw himself to the ground, set up his machine gun, and turned the fast and slow machine into burst mode to attract and suppress the enemy with full fire. Pozik took the opportunity to run across the fork in two different directions with the other two squads.

The fire squad fell behind a bunker next to the fork in the road, and Doe mounted his machine gun and opened fire on the enemy. Fred lies on his stomach and kills the enemy with a short shot. One squad crossed the line of fire squads and moved towards the enemy's flank.

Two American soldiers ran in front of Poya. Boya turned his gun around and aimed at them, knocking one down with a bang, but the other missed.

Click! The rifle is out of ammunition.

"Change the magazine!" Poya retreated behind the brick and stone bunker, shouting as she pulled out her magazine. Repeated white smoke poured out of the magazine and the pop-up window. Poya stuffed the empty magazine back into the ammunition pouch, pulled out the new one, and tapped the helmet twice before replacing the rifle with it. He snapped down the bolt of his gun and was about to continue firing at the enemy, only to find himself pinned down by the enemy.

The enemy's bullets chirped on the bunker, hitting the bricks and stones Ding Ling with a spur. Boya glanced at the heartbeat sensor on the rifle and was startled: the number of American soldiers had swelled from a dozen to more than fifty at once, and their number was constantly growing!

This growth rate is almost faster than the reproduction rate of fast-growing chickens!

"Fifty goals, maybe more!"

"The arch can't move!"

"Let the fucking class come back right away!" Lieutenant Pozik roared. Ding Ling was stunned, and an enemy grenade flew over and hit Pozik's feet, splashing strings of water, emitting a faint blue light as it rolled. Without thinking about it, Pozik picked up the grenade and threw it back with all his might.

Boom!

The soldiers of the first squad, like cats touching red-hot coals, hurried back from the enemy flank to the temporary line of defense under the cover of the second and fire squads.

Bang bang! Friendly gunfire was heard from behind Platoon A. Taylor turned around and found the brethren of the 2nd Reconnaissance Company of the Imperial Division firing their guns.

Captain William Marion, the commander of the 2nd Reconnaissance Company, threw himself down beside Lieutenant Pozik and shouted, "Fuck your men back off and evacuate from the sewers with our men, this area is given to us!" ”

"Whew!" The lieutenant let out a loud shout and grabbed the quantum walkie-talkie on his shoulder, "The first shift and the fire squad will withdraw first, and the second shift will cover by two, Hellfire!" Complete! ”

Orison raised his hand and threw a smoke bomb.

The firepower of the second squad began to intensify, and the first shift and the fire squad began to evacuate in an orderly manner. Run to the manhole that Captain William had spoken of.

Syllable! A bullet struck Acritus in the right leg. Acritus felt as if he had been hit with a baseball bat on his right leg, numb, and then he stumbled. fell headlong to the ground.

The water splashed.

In the flash of light, everything around seemed to slow down all of a sudden. Time was napping, the explosions stopped, bullets, shells, and grenades were suspended in mid-air, and the distorted faces of the soldiers were frozen in their faces. All sorts of strange thoughts began to invade Acritus's brain.

Scenes from the past, big and small, important and unimportant things, poured into Akrit's mind. Acritus thought of her grandparents. Mom and Dad, siblings, he thought of the first time he went to school as a child: how bright the sun was that day, little Ark waved to his parents while carrying his school bag and running to the yellow school bus parked on the side of the road. On the school bus. He made a lot of new friends. Acritus thought of the first girl she liked, and the girl smiled and smelled the flowers that Acritus had given her, making Acritus think that she was the happiest person in the world. What's the girl's name? Oh, she's her girlfriend now. Diana. Acritus thought about his college life...... Acritus thought. How naïve and ignorant I used to be. If God gave him another chance, he would definitely turn around and retire, marry Diana, and live his ideal life.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that after death, those people in life, those little things will slip away from him. He was afraid of dying alone, and no one knew.

The rain fell on Acrete. Shattered to pieces. Crimson blood poured from his legs and onto the wet ground. Slowly washed away by the rain.

He learned what real war is.

Perhaps the war was waged to meet the needs of a few. War satisfies, or has satisfied, man's aggressive instincts, but it also satisfies man's desire for plunder, destruction, and brutal discipline and tyranny.

But no one cares.

Someone patted Fred on the shoulder, signaling that he would be the next person to retreat. Fred calmly aimed, flat-handing his rifle and bringing down one American soldier after another who tried to get closer. When there was a gap in the enemy's firepower, Fred took the time to stand up, patted the shoulder of the soldier next to him, and then ran in the direction of the manhole. It was then that he spotted Acritus lying on the ground. Fredde stopped, flung the rifle to his back, and without hesitation grabbed Acrit and carried it on his back.

Syllable! A bullet pierced the weak nano-armed vest and pierced Fred's body. "Ketchup" soared, and Fred slipped and almost fell.

Syllable! Another bullet flew and hit Fred. Syllable! Syllable! The third and fourth bullets flew over and embedded themselves in Fred's body. Fred gritted his teeth, gasped for air, and groaned in excruciating pain, and with great difficulty threw Acrit into the manhole, then flipped into it himself, and fell into the sewer with a thud.

There are two tricks on the mouth of the manhole.

The brethren of the 2nd Reconnaissance Company of the Imperial Division, who were guarding the sewers, grabbed them and took them deeper into the sewers.

Fred and Acritus, supported by the crowd, moved forward one foot deep and one foot shallow in the knee-deep sewage of the sewers. By the time Fred was pulled up from the sewers by the soldiers, he was already unconscious.

The soldiers dragged them to a bombed-out house. "Medic, fuck medic! Move your fat ass over here! In a trance, Acritus heard someone roaring.

A medician from the 2nd Reconnaissance Company ran over, knelt down beside Fred, removed his helmet, tossed it aside, and ripped off Fred's bulletproof vest.

This bulletproof vest is simply not protective against American bullets, and in the words of the soldiers, this thing is simply an ornament in addition to waterproofing and increasing morale. The medic slammed off Fred's bulletproof vest and threw it to the side. Four bloody bullet holes in Fred's body were revealed.

"Oh!" The medic muttered, and he slapped Fred's face vigorously and shouted, "Hey! Dude, wake up! You can't die here! ”

Fred struggled to open his eyes, blood gurgling from his mouth. The medic stepped forward to press down on his wound. Fred glared at the medics, then stopped moving. The medic looked into his eyes and saw that his pupils were completely dilated. He sighed. Slowly close Fred's eyes.

Rainwater hissed down the crumbling roof like water from a showerhead and poured onto the soldiers inside.

At this time. Someone squeezed through the crowd of onlookers. Aclelitus looked at it and saw that it was Lieutenant Pozik and Medic Torris.

"How are Fred and Acritus, are they okay?" Pozik asked, grabbing the medics of the 2nd Reconnaissance Company by the shoulders.

"This guy is dead, he has lost so much blood that it's too late to resuscitate. And this guy was lucky, just shot in the leg. All you need to do is get the bullet out of his thigh. The strange medic nodded at them. Then he got up, grabbed his rifle and left with his brethren.

Pozik sighed, and he ripped open Fred's collar. He took off the badge around Fred's neck and stuffed it into his pocket.

"I'm sorry, sir, it's all my fault."

"Keep your beak shut! It's not your fault. Come here. Torres. Lift him to that table. ”

Taylor walked briskly to the table and swept away all the clutter on the table at once. Then, Pozik and Torres lifted Acritus vigorously and gently placed him on the table.

Edmund lay down behind a bullet hole in the wall, and after making sure that the barrel of the machine gun did not show the hole, he set up the machine gun and guarded the outside of the house.

"Listen, Akrit, we'll help you get the bullet later. And we won't use anesthetics. You have to hold back because it will be very painful. Torris said as he changed his sanitary gloves. Taylor, come over here and help us hold him down. Mahjong, I'll help me open his wound later. ”

Taylor walked over, flung the rifle to his back, and then freed his hands and pressed Acrit to death. Pozik took off his tactical gloves, removed the knee pad and gaiters from Acrit's right leg, and then hissed and tore open the hem of his right leg. Bloody wounds were revealed.

"Ready, I'll count to three."

Acritus looked up at his wound, his face pale and panting, waiting for the great pain. Taylor immediately reached out and blindfolded him.

"Three......" Toris looked up at Pozik and winked at him. In response, Pozik nodded.

"Two ......"

"One!" Pozik plunged his finger into Acrete's wound and pulled it open. "Ahh The heart-rending screams pierced the ears of everyone present.

Thick, crimson blood flowed down Pozik's fingers. Torris pulled out a slender surgical clip and slipped it into the wound.

"Ahh Akrit screamed like a pig.

Pozik's fingers trembled with Acrit's thighs. Suddenly, smack! A stream of blood spurted from the wound, splattering Pozik and Torris's faces.

"Ahh

Torris made a quick decision and quickly drew a hemostat to clamp the main artery of Acritus. The hemorrhage stopped. Pozik turned around and asked, "What just happened?" ”

"I think we've hit his artery." Torris lifted his goggles with one free hand. Blood was inadvertently smeared on the goggles: "There! I see it! Mahjong, steady! ”

Acritus was snorting and panting like an old train locomotive, his endurance at the limit. That's when he thought of Hooke's law, and he wondered if the force exerted by Pozik and Torris on his leg followed Hooke's law.

"There! There! Pozik ripped open the bloody muscles, and he could almost see the red bones surrounded by muscles. A small black bullet was revealed. Torris reached over the surgical clip, quickly clamped the bullet, and pulled the bullet out.

On the table, on the floor, there was blood on the boots and leggings of Pozik and Torris—and Acritus almost a quart of blood.

"OMG!" Torris injected a dose of penicillin and a coagulant into Acrit's leg, then removed the hemostat and used nanogauze to wrap Acrit's wound on her right leg before arterial blood spurted out. He picked up the bullet, wiped it clean with his sleeve, and stuffed it into Acritus's arms, "Well, this is a very good souvenir, keep it." We'll send you back, don't worry, your wound will be healed in less than a day. ”

"I hope so." Acritus thought to herself.

Lieutenant Pozik's quantum walkie-talkie suddenly rang, and Captain William's voice came from inside: "Lieutenant, defend the area two blocks in front of you and one block deep." We've set up mines and fortifications in front of your zone. The enemy is coming, good luck to you! ”

"Bastard, don't even give us a break!" Pozik screamed.

Corporal Sally poked her head out of the corner of the window and looked out, then turned around and shouted: "Two hundred enemies, maybe more, with five heavy armored vehicles!" They're coming at us in a pincer offensive! ”

"Taylor! Fast! Help me carry Acrit to the back! Lieutenant Pozik shouted.

Sally raised her rifle and stabbed the window with the barrel.

"Orison, take your second squad to guard the house over there, and be optimistic about the left wing! Donald, take your fireteam squad to buckle the streets! Peter, take your squad to protect the right wing! Brush, Pozik drew his sharp bayonet and snapped it on the muzzle of his rifle.

"Whew!"

Sally straightened up, held her gun steadily, and rested her muzzle against the corner of the window.

Cole runs into a remote ruined building, where he removes the remote control and tripod he has on his back, assembles them and sets them up behind a hidden bullet hole.

Then he put a spare sniper rifle on the remote control device that had been set up, and then covered the sniper rifle with a camouflage net! (To be continued......)