"Boom!" It was as if a baseball player had hit a great home run, and the cluster grenade was thrown into the observation post, and the terrifying flames erupted from every crack in the observation post, and the sound of foreign gunfire inside was suddenly mute. Peter endured the loud noise that shook him slightly, and his hands and feet quickly climbed over the trench, holding the submachine gun and kicking open the door, and slashing towards the inner dead trigger!

"Ping-pong-ping-pong!" The bullets flew sparks on the bare concrete walls, and Peter was used to seeing bloody scenes, and he couldn't help but be stunned. No one survived the entire blackened observatory, and the shattered fragments of the corpse stuck to the floor, walls, and ceiling, and if it was like hell, it was what hell looked like.

"Where are you staying, don't move!" Peter's throat twitched a few times, and he just wanted to run away, but the enemy fire outside was better than the wave, and Marko was once again suppressed by the stone wall, so he had to shout helplessly.

Peter flew hatefully, next to the firing hole where the observation post was still spraying fire, and picked up an M240 general-purpose machine gun, casually pulled down the handle, but found that it was stuck, and refused to move a little. Peter scolded secretly, although the Hydra "Snowstorm" submachine gun in hand can send out a metal storm in close combat, but a hundred meters away is splashing water. So Peter had to crawl on the ground, flesh and blood as if to put a disgusting disguise on him, looking for a working rifle.

The defenders of the town of Venat were not stupid, and at first glance the observation post deployed outside the stone wall suddenly exploded, and they did not know that the outer barrier was clean. There is nothing to be afraid of in dealing with the impact of ordinary homeless people in normal times, even if the observation post is captured by the homeless people by relying on the tactics of crowds, and the homeless people's group, which is extremely lacking in offensive weapons, cannot help the guard tower at all. The town's defenders took a good time to shoot inside the watchtower, and when it was daybreak, they drove out the armored trucks to harvest. But if you want to defend at this time, won't the attackers with RPGs move out of any more threatening weapons? After all, this is just a concrete reinforced guard tower built with high-standard cement, and it is not a strategic fortress!

Ajax holds the P1911 pistol at his waist, ready to draw and shoot at any moment. In the main tower of the town, he could overlook the entire battlefield, although it was no more open than Simon on the hill, and he also realized that the loss of the observation post meant that the attacker had seized a good firing position, and when a large number of rockets attacked the northeast guard tower from the observation post, covering the assault team to the bottom of the tower, a few explosives bags were put aside, and the entire defensive situation was broken!

Ajax's temples danced, he took a big breath, and looked around at the dozen or so subordinates around him, all of whom were Ajax's old team that had been born and died for so many years. Since he didn't die on a battlefield like the regular army, and didn't die in the mouth of the night demon during the ruin exploration, where did he come from, he Ajax is going to die here tonight!?

Picking up the M5 rifle, filling the magazine on his chest, and fastening the strap of the heavy Altyn helmet, the rest of the people naturally understood that this was the commander who was going to end up in person, and they all did the same. If you look closely, everyone has a small searchlight-like thing on their helmets, which is a night vision device that is enough for the soldiers to move freely in the dark.

Ajax roared: "Little Fury, Fulda, you two take care of this, and the rest, come with me, go and get rid of the untouchables who dare to come and deliver meat!" ”

When the town's side was about to launch a counterattack, Simon understood the significance of the observation post to the east of the town. When a dark shadow emerges from the town's main tower in the scope, Simon knows that the fish has taken the bait!

"Tell Marco that they must be pinned to the spot and bite the enemy's full attention." The camouflage on his face darkened Simon's steel-blue pupils, and Simon used his walkie-talkie to contact another group away from the purple poncho.

"Let's go! Get rid of the gun emplacement! ”

The purple poncho team to the south of the town responded, but the battle to the east of the town became more and more intense!

Not only was there a 50 machine gun, but also grenades and bazookas from the bottom of the watchtower, and they bombarded the crumbling observation post, and the poor, improvised little bunker made of steel plates, cement, and screws was cut a few meters shorter. The leaked firepower alone was enough for the commandos outside the stone wall to drink a pot.

"Holy, I haven't seen such an extravagant style of play in a long time." Marco fixed his hand that was a little numb, trembled and changed to a new arc-shaped magazine, his eyes looked up at the shooting hole of the watchtower, and a series of bursts actually covered the heavy fire for a few seconds, and then the defenders who reacted immediately vented back.

"I'm my mother's ......," Marco cursed and laughed maniacally, as if he was in hysteria before he died, and this behavior was nothing different from that of Daddy Jonathan next to him.

"Old Joe is going to save his son." Jonathan snorted sullenly, got up and ran to the observation post that was flooded with rockets, and in the night when tracer bullets and flares were smashing and closing, the big man stood out.

Marco's laughter stopped abruptly, and just as he was about to reach out and grab it, a string of sparks shot out and drove him back, and he hissed, "Don't him, don't die!" ”

Whether the concept of death has ever existed is a question of Jonathan's father, just when he first met Simon, this giant man tore the Black Mountain Wild Bear with his hands, in the battle of Mandsville, everyone squatted in the chariot, and this fierce man was carrying a machine gun to the car door, so brave can it be described as lifeless?

I saw Jonathan like a violent bear shaking the mountains and killing the battlefield, as if to deter everyone, the line of fire either fell behind in vain, and the occasional stray bullet that leaked over was purely painless for Jonathan's father, this action completely angered the riflemen in the watchtower, and gave a look, three or five people just sent a round of grenades in unison!

Jonathan is a veteran who has been baptized by the imperial heavy artillery in the eastern battlefield, with an almost instinctive avoidance instinct, this violent bear twisted a twist in the run, and was stunned to pull back his footsteps, it was this point, the grenade shot straight in front of him a few meters away, and the fragments rained like a torrential rain, and the huge shock wave blew Jonathan like a doll!

Peter, who was dizzy from being bombarded in the observation post, didn't see Daddy Jonathan rushing over desperately, there was a scream in his ears, he subconsciously buried his head, but this time it was not a cannonball, but a cannonball-like father.

It took a few seconds for Peter to recognize that this was his father, and he crawled over with his gun in both hands, shouting at Daddy Jonathan. He never expected that his father would actually bombard the grenade at the observation post, his whole body was covered with shrapnel, and his legs, belly, and arms were still burning with flames, and even passed on to Peter, who was frantically putting out the fire for Jonathan.

Peter rolled on the ground, and at this moment, Joansen actually sat up again, shook his head, and struggled to sit up after regaining consciousness, but was pressed by Peter again.

"What are you doing here!! Peter whispered in exasperation.

"Take you back." Daddy Jonathan smiled and touched the back of his head with his backhand, and without waiting for Peter to get ready, he directly caught him in the creaky nest and jumped through the window again, and returned the same way incredibly!

"I'm ...... day" Marco looked at Jonathan, father and son, who had returned unharmed, where did he dare to come out in anger, without saying a word, without taking a breath, a sharp pain knocked him to the ground.

On the other side of the stone wall, the slaughtering Ajax lowered the barrel of the smoky gun, and these few bursts of fire brought down an enemy assaulter whom he considered a great threat, waved his forward gesture, and shouted: "Let's go!" ”

It is impossible for the stone wall to stand still after many heavy machine bullets, and this 100-meter-long stone wall has already broken into a pile of stones. Since the only remaining commandos survived, they must be first-class good players, even if they were pressed by the fire of the watchtower, they also saw the opportunity to run to the blind spot, looking for a way to drag the Ajax team.

However, the dozen or so Ajax did not have as many commandos, but they were all well-equipped, with the help of night vision devices, and their shooting was extremely accurate, and they brought down the enemy who had not been killed in a few minutes after a few quarters of an hour.

"Magazine replacement!" The team members skillfully leaned on the stone pile, and rushed forward alternately in pairs, occasionally the team members were shot and fell to the ground, and some people quickly pulled the backpack strap and dragged it away. But Ajax still witnessed the two players who were brought out with one hand being shot in the face and fell, which simply made him feel painful.

"Ahh Enraged, Ajax picked up the fallen soldier's M249 SAW (portable M249 without a butt), put one hand to his chest, fired the other hand, and poured a whole box of 100 rounds on the commando's stubborn position. The rest of the team took the opportunity to take a big step forward and forced the assault team into a corner.

"him, I didn't want to die in this place tonight!" Marco clutched his right chest, muttering and whispering, complaining to complaining, and the veteran did not forget to pull out his pistol and shoot back.

Peter threw out the last grenade and said without replying, "I don't think I'm the unlucky ......" Before the words fell, the cannonball exploded with a scream, stuffing the second half of the sentence back into his mouth. This is the red-eyed Ajax calling for mortar support.

Marco grinned, "It's been a long time since I've listened to you kid!" But the boss said that we should live, then that's right! ”

Marco was right, Simon sat on the periphery of the battlefield this time and didn't make a move, but Ramirez, who was not inferior to anyone in combat ability, took the most elite purple poncho to eat soil in the south of the town for a long time, and finally waited for the town's reserves to leave. UNDER THE COVER OF THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT, RAMIREZ HAD SEEN NOT FAR AWAY, IN THE TRENCH ONE AFTER ANOTHER, EMPTY AMMUNITION BOXES WERE SCATTERED EVERYWHERE, BUT MORE HAD ONLY BEEN OPENED BY CROWBARS, AND 60MM MORTAR SHELLS STUFFED WITH STRAW.

Ramirez's golden one-eyed glowed dangerously, and he unhooked the grenade from his waist and ran with all his might, and under the perfect parabola was a perfectly falling explosive. More than one, of course.

The sand is like rain and fireworks are blooming.