"Hober, follow me!" Pozkla ran upstairs with Hober. They ran to the attic and lay behind a bullet hole only a foot in diameter. Lieutenant Pozik was lying behind the bullet hole, his rifle flat. Hober lay on his back and pulled out the microphone.

The brothers downstairs had already set up. Through the thermal imaging search function of the heat source object that can distinguish 10 to the 12th power of the hertz with electronic goggles, and the 100 megawatt resolution image magnification function, Pozik saw that the enemy was slowly approaching the temporary position of Platoon A in two different directions at a distance of about 800 yards.

Pozik patted Hober beside him. Hober connected to the combat communication network: "Gomand 40DA calls red FSE29, Gomand 40DA calls red FSE29, over." ”

The London mouth of the artillery liaison sounded: "Red FSE29 received, over." ”

"Request for priority fire support for the red FEBA094858, in depth ...... Seven hundred and sixty yards, height ...... Three, offset to the left...... Twenty yards, one shot. I repeated, priority fire support for the red FEBA098, seven hundred and sixty yards in depth, three in height, twenty yards to the left, one shot, and finished. ”

"Roger, intervening!"

Shout! A tracer cannonball pierced the night sky, screaming and flying, striking in the distance, stirring up an orange glow. Several figures were thrown into the air, and the American army was suddenly in chaos, but they did not stop advancing.

"Correction: Subtract twenty yards backwards, height four. Six yards to the left, one shot. I repeated, subtracting twenty yards backwards. Height four, six yards to the left, one shot, done. ”

Boom!

"Worst post-correction: ten yards forward, four heights, no change in the offset angle, two salvos! I repeat. Add ten yards forward, four heights, and the offset angle remains the same. Two salvos, done! ”

Tracer shells tore through the night sky, screaming and flying, smashing at the enemy with impunity. Boom! Boom! Boom! The flames are blazing. The night was lit up like day by the fire of the explosion.

Donald pushed the butt of his rifle over his shoulder. His boots were filled with water. Connor chewed gum, ignoring the rain on his face and staring at the distant artillery fire. Orison threw away half of his cigarette butt and slapped the bolt of the gun. Everybody's nerves tightened.

"End of shelling, thirty seconds!"

The shelling had smoky the streets to ash, but the soldiers could still see the advancing Americans through the smoky dust and foggy rain. "Steady...... Hold ...... steady," Buvic muttered to himself with his rifle......

Connor pulled a long, sharp bayonet from his gaiters and snapped it onto the muzzle.

Not a single soldier in the combat ranks of the American army flinched, not a single soldier hesitated. They are all good and well-trained soldiers!

"Come on, come on."

Shhh A bolt of lightning struck the night sky in the distance. The rain was raging even more.

Close, close. The enemy came into range of heavy weapons, then gradually into range of individual howitzers and rockets, and finally into the range of rifles.

"Now!"

Someone sounded the thunder on both sides of the road. Boom! Boom! Boom! Mines on both sides of the road exploded into the middle of the road, knocking over the enemy ranks. The battle began, and Donald slammed down the enemy he had been aiming at for a long time, and then he quickly retracted into cover. After a while, Donald leaned out again, turned his gun, and fired at other targets.

Knock knock! Edmund's machine gun began to roar.

Buvic pulled a frag grenade from his bosom, pulled out the tab, flicked off the fuse, held it in his hand for two seconds, and then threw it into the distance with all his might.

Boom!

Platoon A's defensive positions were scattered like sesame seeds sprinkled on flatbread in this small place two blocks in front and one block deep. The Marines liked this style of play, believing that this strategy would always keep the invading enemy under constant headache after entering the defensive circle, and they liked to run away after a shot like a ghost.

However, using this strategy to fight the US military will not have the slightest advantage. The U.S. military is determined to be objective, and its tactics are quite flexible. They have a clear division of labor, do not flinch, and will not be messed up by some harassing cold guns.

Crunch! The enemy armored vehicle moved four ugly mechanical legs and slowly climbed up like a turtle. Chris shoved an armor-piercing bullet into the back of the rocket launcher's butt, then lifted the rocket launcher, slung it over his shoulder, leaned out of the corner of the wall under the cover of the brethren's fire, and got down on one knee. "Watch out for the tail flame! I'm going to fire! He pulled the trigger slightly. The dust was blown up by the tail flames, and the armor-piercing shells came out of the rocket launchers, dragging fine smoke at high speed towards the armored car.

The armor-piercing shell missed, it did not hit the armored vehicle, but it hit the building behind the armored vehicle. The attention of the armored vehicle was attracted, and it slowly turned the turret, aiming at Chris. "Oh!" Chris quickly jumped up and ran away.

Boom! The corners of the walls were blown up, and the place where Chris was just staying was blown to shreds, and bricks and tiles were flying.

"Kill that damn turtle!"

"Intervening!"

Cole hides in another remote ruined building.

Boom! A shuttle of bullets struck through the wall and hit Cole's side, splattering dust. Cole quickly tightened his body, realizing that he was exposed and had to shift positions.

Knock knock! The heavy machine guns of the American armored vehicles fired so recklessly that the Germans did not even dare to raise their heads. Fragments of mud, bricks, and dirt were hit everywhere by large-caliber bullets.

Connor flew across the street with his rifle in hand, jumped into a muddy crater, soiled his clothes—or rather, his clothes were dirty—and lay down in the crater, unsipping the muddy LED and armor-piercing shells from his back, and shoving the armor-piercing rounds into the back of the anti-tank rocket launcher's butt.

Connor's entire body was drenched in the dirty water of the crater. The raindrops hit the dirty water in the crater, splashing countless filthy ripples. Connor used his finger to pull open the safety pin of the anti-tank rocket launcher. Lift the hammer. He shouted, "It's time to launch!" Watch out for the tail flame! Then he picked up the anti-tank rocket launcher, jerked up, and raised his hand to shoot a rocket. The tail flames made the surroundings gray. Armor-piercing shells screamed and dragged thin white smoke towards enemy armored vehicles.

Connor quickly collapsed.

Boom! A flash of light slashed onto the armored vehicle. The steel pieces flew in all directions—Connor hit. Rumble! The depleted uranium-piercing shells that sank into the interior of the armored vehicle exploded, throwing the armored vehicle's turret high into the air.

Five German soldiers rushed forward, climbed into the armored car like monkeys, opened the roof door with their rifles, forced a few frag grenades inside, and quickly jumped off and ran away.

Boom!

The two German soldiers could not dodge and were beaten alive by the Americans into a sieve. The terrible red "ketchup" soared. Splashes everywhere.

Lieutenant Pozik emptied the last round in the magazine, then rolled to the side and lay on his back. "Change the magazine!" He shouted and pulled down the bolt and unloaded the magazine.

Hober shouted: "The battle is fierce? ”

"That's right. That's right! Pozik laboriously stuffed the empty magazine back into the ammunition pouch and pulled out the new one from the ammunition pouch.

"Watch out for cannonballs!" Hober suddenly roared. Then Pozik's eyes flashed, and with a thud the entire attic was destroyed by shells. In a trance, Pozik felt like a sack being flung backwards by the shockwave. Hit headfirst against a wall. All sorts of rocks and sawdust flew down. Boom, boom.

Pozik was lying on the ground, his whole body aching. He felt his ears screaming incessantly. Pozik slowly got up, shook off the dirt from his body, and dragged himself to his feet. He found Hober leaning against the wall like a broken toy soldier, his head drooping, his eyes hollow, and thin streaks of blood slowly pulling down from his mouth.

Hober's lower body hung out of the window like a pair of pants.

Lieutenant Pozik felt a wave of dizziness in his head.

"Yikes!" An American soldier viciously brandished his gun and rushed up to the attic, trying to pierce Pozik with the sharp barrel. Pozik suddenly came to his senses. It turned out to be too late.

Finished.

The Americans' rifles stabbed at Pozik, not thinking. His foot slipped and he accidentally stabbed off. God, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that you can't buy a lottery ticket for a lifetime! Pozik pushed off the enemy's rifle with all his might, and then quickly pulled out his pistol.

The American rushed forward and grabbed Pozik's pistol and threw it aside, while his other hand drew a foot-long short knife and stabbed Pozik hard.

Pozik shook his hand against the hand of the American with the knife, took the hand behind him, and then snatched his short knife, slitting the American's throat in an instant with a speed that was too fast to react.

Purple blood gushed out, and the American clutched his throat and fell to the ground trembling. Before he fell to the ground, Pozik could see his expression: a complex expression with deep hatred and a little pleading.

Pozik tossed the American short knife aside, hunched over, covering his mouth with one hand and swaying downstairs with a rifle in the other.

"Hell, I'm running out of ammo!" Doe shouted as he pulled open the machine gun's receiver cover, removed the empty cartridge, stuffed it back into his bag, and scrambled to pull the last box of ammunition out of his bag. Rudy, who was lying on the side, immediately adjusted the firing frequency to cover Doe's reload box.

Boya's partner in the 2nd Reconnaissance Company was killed by the enemy, and Boya climbed out of the muddy crater and crawled to the roadside building. He muttered vigorously as he crawled: "Don't die in such a ghost place, if you want to die, die in a woman's arms!" ”

Boya didn't notice that twenty yards to his right were five Americans rushing up to the building not far away. Doe and Rudy are inside!

Shhh Suddenly, there was a sound of flesh tearing apart from behind, and Rudy lay on the ground and didn't move. Doe turned around and was surprised to find a tall American soldier stabbing the barrel of his gun into Rudy's back.

O Christ Jesus! Doe quickly drew the pistol from his chest and brought the U.S. soldier down before he could pull the barrel out of Rudy's body and impale himself.

"Ahh Another enemy screamed and rushed forward with his rifle in hand. Doe lay on his back on the ground and turned his gun and fired three shots in quick succession, knocking him down.

After taking out the guy, Doe struggled to his feet. Poof! A fly passes through the wall. Hit in from the outside, just into Doe's ass, and hit a pair. Doe's center of gravity is unstable. Fall to the ground.

"Fuck it! Fuck it! ”

Shout! Shout! Shout! Several German fighter jets flew over the battlefield. Pozik raised his head, looked at the few wisps of smoke left behind by the fighter, and secretly exclaimed: "Not good! ”

Shout! A rocket screamed through the street with white smoke and exploded.

Taylor retracted the crater and shouted, "Change the magazine!" The partner of the 2nd Reconnaissance Company next to him immediately adjusted the rate of fire and covered Taylor's magazine change.

"Yikes!" An enemy rushed from the rear with a sharp American dagger screaming. Taylor immediately dropped his rifle, took out his pistol and turned to knock him down.

"! We must shift positions! ”

"Yes. That's right! ”

They grab their belongings and jump out of the crater and run like headless flies into a building on the side of the road, where they find Doe with a punched buttocks.

"Doe. You've hit the millions! ”

"Fuck you!"

"Brother, where is your point?"

"In the sewers!"

"Do me a favor and carry him over, and I'll cover you up." Taylor replaces the rifle with a magazine.

Each building in the defense zone has a hidden tunnel that connects to the sewers. Taylor's partner limped down the tunnel with Doe on his shoulders. Taylor stuffed a beetail grenade into the gun's grenade launcher. Pull down the breech. Slam the trigger out of the window, then stab and run away.

Phew! A missile swooped through the building and exploded into the room where Taylor had just been. Taylor flew down the stairs and jumped into the tunnel like a mouse.

A squad of American soldiers followed Taylor into the tunnel, only to be detected by several mines at the entrance of the tunnel, which exploded with a thud. In a flash of light, the American soldier was blown up. The entrance to the tunnel was also sealed with large and small pieces of rubble.

The entire network of sewers under the defense zone was converted into a small underground military hospital by the 2nd Reconnaissance Company. The doctor took a quick look at Doe's ass and gave him a dose of penicillin. He handed him another roll of gauze and hurried away.

The fighting on the ground continues. Korkis uses the sniper rifle as an assault rifle because the target is too close. Buvicki shifted his position with difficulty, and all kinds of shells exploded around him, and slurry muddy water splashed everywhere.

An old woman in ragged clothes dragged four children through the barrage of artillery, but the intensity of the fire was not diminished by the civilians. The old woman ran to the other side of the street with the children and curled up in what they thought was the safest corner – in fact, the least safe place.

The rain poured down on the old woman and the children, and the cold wind made them shiver and shiver. Every once in a while, several soldiers ran past them, but neither the German nor the American soldiers noticed them, as if they were beings forgotten by the Creator.

Shout! Shout! Shout! A couple of German fighters that flew past just now flew back! All the German soldiers knew that the fighters were flying back as a sign that they were about to commit a heinous act, and Donald immediately fell to his stomach.

Fighter formations swept over the enemy's heads at high speed, dropping piles of incendiary bombs on their heads like scattered flowers. Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! The flames of the incendiary bomb explosion soared into the sky, staining the entire sky red.

Once again, the battlefield is lit up.

Donald's face was blackened except for his eyes and the top of his brain. He looked up, looked around, and saw that the U.S. troops were starting to mess around. Donald pulled out his rifle, which had been soaked in a dirty puddle, and slowly propped himself up, looking around.

Sou! The fighter formation circled beautifully in the air and flew back again, bombarding the enemy on the ground with one-inch large-caliber cannons.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The cannon shells smashed into the ground, and a series of explosions resembled fragmentation grenades. The blast wave and flying stone shrapnel tossed over all nearby lifeforms.

"Are you here?" Sally finds Donald, "Did you see Connor?" ”

"Nope! How the do I know the truth? ”

"Connor!"

After searching around and after a lot of trouble, they finally found Connor. I saw Connor kneeling beside the corpse of a German soldier in a daze, stunned. Donald stepped forward to grab Connor, only to have Connor flank his arms frantically and start shouting hysterically, "I killed him!" Kill me! I deserve death! ”

Donald and Sally were dumbfounded, and it turned out that the corpse of the German soldier was none other than Connor's brother, Mista. Connor accidentally killed Mista!

The last round of artillery strafing ended, the fighter formation began to return, and the American troops were tortured to the point of collapse. Pozik grabbed the starter and roared, "All the combat units of Platoon A are all advancing a hundred yards and establishing a defensive line in Sector B. We're going to drive them all back! ”

"Whew!"

The U.S. military could no longer hold it and was ready to retreat. German firepower began to gradually increase.

"Hurry up, the enemy is retreating, we must hurry up and consolidate the line!" Donald and Sally recovered from their surprise and tried to keep Connor in check. They dragged Connor away. Connor dragged on the ground like a real criminal, crying incessantly, "Kill me!" I'll kill him! I killed him! ”

Until the next morning, the rain had no intention of stopping. The rain was still washing the ground. The filthy blood was slowly diluted, the craters in the streets rippled, and the decomposing corpses were wrapped in body bags by the soldiers and left in the corners, unnoticed.

In a dilapidated low-rise building, most of the soldiers of Platoon A were nested inside. The few remaining rays of sunlight in the sky pierced the thick dark clouds into the building, and Buvic stuck his head out of his warm sleeping bag and slowly opened his sleepy eyes, slowly adjusting to the light around him. (To be continued......)