Beretta's nine-millimeter pistol erupted, and Soap dragged her wounded body through the battle-torn streets with Ghost.

Only then did he kill the two black-clothed soldiers standing guard at the end of the street, and two more rushed out, Soap tried to continue shooting, but he was a little weak because of the long lack of blood, and his arm could not be raised.

Fortunately, at this time, the ghost next to him shot in a half-kneeling standard position, using an ACR assault rifle to shoot the two of them, otherwise he would have to confess here.

"Captain, are you alright?" There was a hint of worry in Ghost's hoarse voice.

Soap didn't say anything, just walked over to the corpse of a fallen soldier, picked up the G36C short assault rifle in his hand, and untied a few magazines from the poor man's belt and put them in his ammo pouch.

As a member of the special forces, in addition to physical training, the first class I took was the mastery of a variety of firearms. With the exception of some fancy new weapons that require batteries, Soap has the confidence to handle any firearm.

His body has not yet recovered, but the battlefield is undoubtedly the best stage to squeeze human potential. He could feel that he was much stronger than the weak guy who had difficulty opening his eyes a few minutes ago.

"Keep going." He said.

Walking briskly past several T90 tanks that were still burning, there was a sudden sound of fierce gunfire at the intersection ahead. Soap immediately rushed into the side alley with the ghost, crouching in the shadows, only half of his head baring to observe the situation ahead.

What happened ahead was not so much about the war. Rather, it's a massacre.

The rebels, armed with various miscellaneous weapons and dressed like ordinary people, are scattering and fleeing, while the elite Russian regular army is slaughtering the rebels. The situation is no different from when he and Captain Price came here.

Mournful screams mixed with wails echoed throughout the streets, paired with the deafening sound of AK guns, like some kind of postmodernist music.

Although he was helped by the rebels several times, Fei Yuan Dao, he couldn't help at all now, and just said to ghost:

"Come this way, follow me."

Walk through dimly lit alleys. Stop at the corner of the alley. Listening to the sound of approaching footsteps, Soap motioned for the "ghost" next to him to silence, then pulled his saber from the scabbard at his waist, leaned against the wall and squinted his eyes for two seconds.

The moment a dark shadow appeared beside him. He lunged forward with his saber in hand. A knife stabbed the guy in the back of the neck.

"Let's go."

Drag the corpse aside. Soap gave the order succinctly, and then moved on.

As a special force that is good at infiltration operations, what I need to do now is to quickly cross the war zone to reach the extraction point. Engaging hundreds or thousands of enemies head-on is utter stupidity.

When the Russian soldiers in front left, Soap rushed into the streets, running down the alley with Ghost. That's when ......

The sound of helicopter propellers tearing through the air came from far and near. Soap, who had nowhere to hide in the middle of the street, immediately lay down next to several corpses on the ground, and dipped his right hand in the blood on the ground and smeared it on his face.

And the ghost next to him was stunned for a moment, and then immediately began to pretend to be dead.

The rebels don't have helicopters, so it's definitely the enemy who comes over, and the Russian army's "Hind" helicopter here is not equipped with an infrared imaging system, otherwise he would have been killed on the way in.

He lay motionless on the ground for a minute, until the sound of the helicopter faded away, and Soap looked to the sides and found no enemies, before finally standing up and rushing into the alley ahead.

As soon as he entered the alley, Soap saw a soldier who was in the corner of the wall and turned around in surprise. Just as the guy opened his mouth to shout, Soap held up G36-C and interrupted him with a short shot in the mouth.

After the shots were fired, commotion began to erupt inside the building, which appeared to be a bar on the right-hand side, and realizing that the gunfire might have alarmed the enemy, Soap and Ghost picked up the pace again.

But before they could take two steps, the back door of the bar on the right was rudely kicked open, and several black-clad soldiers rushed out with AK-102s in their hands.

"Bang ......"

The gunfire of G36C and ACR rang out at the same time, and Soap and Ghost, who were crawling on the ground, suddenly attacked, and several enemy soldiers who didn't see anyone at first sight were caught off guard, and they fell back into the bar with blood all over their bodies.

Before the second wave of enemies arrives, Soap pulls out a grenade to pull off the safety and tab, throws it into the door, and then makes a look at Ghost and continues the "escape".

"Boom!"

The moment the grenade exploded, a gray mist that was almost condensed burst out of the back door of the bar, and the two soldiers flew out and slammed into the wall, with a "crackling" sound of broken bones all over their bodies.

Just ran around the corner, I saw an enemy coming, Soap rushed over without saying a word, kicked the guy to the ground, pulled out his saber and stabbed him directly in the chest.

"How far is it?" Soap, who had just stood up, asked Ghost.

"About two kilometers, my GPS is broken." Ghost's tone wasn't too sure either.

"Are they sure they're there?" Although he was almost relieved, Soap still asked.

Never abandon your teammates. Ghost laughed, "Even if I die, they'll bring my body back." ”

Led by Ghost, the two continued their way through the chaotic war zone where fierce fighting was raging, and soon approached the second evacuation point.

The fighting in this area is not fierce, and Soap, who came out of the alley, looked at the dilapidated basketball court not far away, and saw four SAS soldiers wearing gas masks all over black, holding MP7s and standing guard next to a Black Hawk helicopter.

"Ghost approaching from the north side, don't fire." ghost opened the throat earset and said.

"Roger." SAS was quick to respond.

The two of them hurried to the rudimentary "tarmac", and the soldiers who were still on guard next to the helicopter also began to board the plane. As soon as all six of them boarded the plane, Black Hawk took off and flew them out of the city.

"Why has it been delayed for so long, who is this?" The guy who sat next to Ghost looked like a captain, with a hint of distrust in his voice.

"John. Captain McTavish, my former boss. Ghost looked up proudly.

John ...... Wait a minute, you're the 'soap'? I have long admired the great name, I have heard about you. The captain said in surprise. And several other soldiers next to him also turned their eyes over.

As a "senior" who has worked at SAS for a long time, although Soap wants to catch up, he now has more important questions to ask:

"Is Makarov dead?"

"No, the bastard ran away." Said the captain.

Hearing the disappointing news, Soap set his eyes on the fast-moving cityscape outside the cabin, and said in a firm voice:

"I'll kill him, I will." (To be continued......) R1292