Soon the British policemen trapped in the house were glad that they had not hastily moved the Admiralty bosses, and the attackers were clearly prepared, even when they saw that reinforcements were rushing here, they still launched a frontal raid.

Indeed, in a hurry to deal with the Maozi who may leak the secret of crossing even if a screw falls out, where do they still have the leisure to play with the British, and they can't care why the opponent will focus on the end of the alley.

"I'm curious, how did you get stuck in this position? Now in this situation, even if we have the conditions to use manpower to pull it, it will not be able to do it! Anton looked at the Ford police car, which could only enter and not retreat, and asked Wall, who had just been dragged out of the car.

Of course, now there is no condition to slowly toss this car, although the British policemen on the opposite side are all masters of studying human aiming, but you can't stand the many guns of the people's family, Du Nima hid in the house and snapped out, who dares to show and move the car slowly with his hands!?

"Head! We've got a lot of infantry coming across from us! The shouts of Sergei, who was on a rescue mission, were heard on the radio.

This is really not good news, not to mention that the soldier's marksmanship will be one level higher than that of these "gentleman" policemen, in case those British soldiers pull an infantry cannon, then Sergei and they will probably want GG.

"Knock out their fire points with RPGs, and we'll blow a way in front of the car!" Ivanovic glanced at the footage from the remote-controlled drone and found that it was a different story when he walked through the front courtyard of the opposite house and into the backyard.

Sou! Sou! These madmen are unscrupulous even when they play bazooka when they are saving hostages, and they don't want money to let the monkeys go out of the windows on the other side.

"Hey, can anyone tell me how thick these walls are?" The Demoman approaching the base of the wall asked.

"Well, two more C4s will be pretty much the same." The assistant on the side said after knocking on the wall with a small hammer.

"Add two? Don't you want to be so hasty? You think it's ham sausage!" The Demoman said, rolling his eyes.

"Sir, there's a group of British soldiers rowing along the creek heading for me, and it looks like they're going to yours too." Judy's voice came over the radio.

"Go with the plan, well, protect yourself." Ivanovich still felt guilty about letting a woman carry out such a dangerous task, but he could no longer muster the manpower to arrange a block in that direction.

"Hey, Demoman, what are you guys rubbing!? I've pushed women to the front line! After cutting out the call with Judy, Ivanovich asked the two rough embryos who were lying on the wall and chatting.

"Okay, let's add two more, it won't affect our cars anyway." After Ivanovich's roar came from the headset, the Demoman was in no mood to count the charge.

"God! They're going to blow up the house! After eating a few monkeys, it took five or six minutes for the Englishman in the house to regain control of a collapsed window.

However, at this time, it was too late for the British to make amends, and soon the two guys who were lying on the wall withdrew into the distance with a tower shield, and it was obvious that they had already completed their preparations.

"Gentlemen, follow me through the back door!" The British police officer, who was in charge of the Admiralty's guards, didn't care if there was an ambush of the attackers outside.

Rumble! The explosives were not only pushed against the entire wall of the front yard, but the shock wave swept through all the windows on the front of the house and collapsed the door, and the blast rolled up the stones and sawdust that swept up the airflow and engulfed several Navy technical officers who had no time to retreat to the backyard.

Fortunately, the Admiralty Minister had already retreated to the backyard first, and he was unharmed except for the ringing of his ears.

"Sir, let's retreat to the little dock over there, where a platoon of soldiers from the Army has already landed in boat." The police in charge of security also didn't care about the lives of the officials in the house, so they picked up the Minister of the Navy and rushed out.

At this time, Judy was wearing a long black dress, a white headscarf, and a rattan basket covered with gray cloth, which was no different from the ordinary English women who got up early to go shopping.

It was the first time she had performed such an attack, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably from the tension. However, this kind of behavior of hers was normal in the eyes of those around her, and the other women gathered in the tailor's shop also looked trembling.

In the early morning, there was a sudden burst of gunfire in the town, and the owner of the tailor shop, a gentleman, accepted the women who could not return home into the shop.

Despite her fresh face, with her flawless accent, Judy managed to sneak into the tailor's shop, and at the other end of the street she placed a powerful IED given to her by Ivanovich.

There is no bridge here, only a small pier, and Ivanovich estimates that there should not be a large number of reinforcements breaking through here, and even if reinforcements land from here, it will not be a heavy army, after all, a small boat with oars cannot carry any heavy weapons.

In a situation where even Zhu Han's iron Han was on the front line, Ivanovich obviously couldn't muster the manpower to build a defensive line here, and in the end he had to make this decision - to block the enemy's reinforcements with an attack method that he often had to watch out for in the light curtain.

"As soon as they get under the sign of a tavern, I press the detonator, yes, that's it. I just need to lie down, open my mouth, and press the button. Judy kept cheering herself up.

For a female "policeman" who has only done work such as checking speeding tickets in the light curtain, detonating an IED that is enough to overturn half a street must be very psychologically stressful. Even if it was to prevent the enemy from approaching her teammates who were carrying out rescue operations, Judy still felt guilty.

Judy had been praying that it would be better for the British soldiers occupying the small dock not to cross the tavern, so that she would not have to press the detonator button.

The minute hand of the clock on the wall of the tailor's shop had turned many times, and the British soldiers, as if hearing Judy's prayers, had been on guard at the little pier, and had not moved half a step in the direction of the tavern.

"Soon I will be ordered to retreat, so stay well." Judy said silently in her heart.

However, Judy was waiting not for Ivanovich's order to retreat with IEDs, but for several men with dusty hair and clothes.

As the men approached, the British soldiers, who had been staying at the small pier, immediately moved.

"What should I do? Do you want to press it? Seeing that the British soldiers began to run in the direction of the tavern, Judy panicked.

If a veteran of the detonator had been in his hand, he would have noticed that the fast-moving soldiers were heading for the grizzled men, and then he would see them go back to the small dock and board the ship together.

Unfortunately, at this time, it is a woman who is about to break the strings that can decide the life and death of the British Admiralty boss!

Rumble! In order not to let these British soldiers with guns become the last straw that crushes their teammates, when the first soldier appears under the sign of the tavern, Judy grits her teeth and presses the detonation button.