Despite the two hapless pilots of the Ka-27 and went to the rescue of them. Team S is still trapped in the slums of Manila, but not all of them are in the direction of the mud ponds, at least Bridges still leads the rookies to the cabin on the slope before dawn when the natives are exhausted. Team S got together.

The unsettling bad news, though, is that after a day and a night of fighting with the herb-drinking natives, Bridge's ammunition is running out of ammunition.

The two "Grayback Falcon" helicopters, codenamed S1 and S2, took a rest on the flat ground of a nearby ridge at night, and when the "director team" removed the radio shield for the South Pacific region, Bridge asked S2 to quickly fly to the "Dreadnought 2" destroyer 615 that was escorting the "Sea Giant".

Of course, they have watched "Battlefield Reality Show" in the light curtain, and they don't expect to get much help from these two ships. The help of the S team to get out of trouble, but at least we have to add some ammunition to the 12.7mm machine gun on the S2, no matter how bad it is, we have to send some ammunition to the trapped brothers or something!

"I'm sorry, S2, I don't think we have any ammunition for you, maybe you can scavenge some NATO 5.56mm and 7.62mm bullets from the Sea Giant's armed men, I hope that will help those brothers hold out a little longer!" Yang Guang said on the radio.

“What？ It's not a matter of a day or two that the green paint area is messy, and you only have Maozi ammunition when you go out? "The pilots on the S2 are also speechless about the extremely unprofessional operation of these rough embryos.

"Ahem, ahem, that 'Brandenburg'-class frigate should have the ammunition you need, anyway, where is Marco's cargo?" Yang Guang awkwardly diverted the subject.

"You're not going to ask me to go to the Sea Giant first to take a hot shower, then have a big meal, watch a movie, and wait for the frigate to swim over, right?" Said the S2 pilot.

"Well, why don't you pack up those 5.45mm assault rifles on our ship with the bullets, our guns are better than the Warrior's Guns (the 'nickname' for the L85 series rifles) that you are asking for ammunition for." Yang Guang said.

"Then you hurry up and pack your things, my brother Du Nima is about to run out of ammunition!" Said the S2 pilot.

"S2, this is S1, you hurry back to Manila, our ground forces have just tore a hole in the Turkish defense line!" Before the S2 radar could sweep out the position of the Sea Giant, the pilot of the S1 began to call on the radio.

In fact, the S1 pilot's statement about the natives' defense line is extremely lax, and those natives are completely brainless and jumping up and down in an orderly manner with a whining sound, and there is a chicken defense line to speak of!

Of course, it is this kind of disorderless and mindless fist attack that puts the . The master of the S team was stunned, and in the face of the offensive of the natives with the blessing of hallucinogenic herbal juice, they could only passively carry out a leak-filling defense, and pile up firepower there wherever there were many people, and really use their own shortcomings to fight the enemy's strengths.

But the deathless buff exchanged for hallucinogenic herbal juice also has side effects, when a small group of anti-Spanish colonial authorities clamored to attack the Malagan South Palace, many overly excited natives followed the whining sound and rushed in the direction of Fort Santiago, which was simply a kind of nine-headed cow that couldn't pull the momentum.

Bridge's battle is also a battle-hardened commander, how could he miss this kind of God-given opportunity, seeing that the situation is conducive to his breakthrough, he quickly threw the Ka-27 pilot with a broken leg on an improvised stretcher and rushed out of the slums.

For those with "Grayback Falcon" support. For Team S, breaking out didn't need to retreat to a place completely out of the line of fire, they just needed an open space where the "Grayback" could stay.

"It's finally a bit of a special forces, let's let the natives and Spaniards bite each other after the people are evacuated, we have never treated that place as a sweetheart." Zhao Yi said after hearing the latest battle update.

"Yo, Mr. Zhao, listening to what you say, you are treating our special forces as Superman in Marvel, right?" An Yanxin, who hadn't spoken much, said.

"These buddies are abseiling down knowing that they have no reinforcements and their communications are being choked, and they have brought a group of recruits, so I want to give a thumbs up for this courage. You change our canteen to the saliva man, how many dare to slide down the rope in this situation? An Yanxin said.

This is really the truth, Zhao Yi thought to himself, don't say that the saliva heroes are sliding down the rope, if they dare to give this kind of order, those rough embryos are afraid that they will all rebel.

With Big Tom using the remaining explosives to block the brief gap in the Natives' offensive, S1 and S2 finally fished out all the people trapped in the slums, including Gonzalez's remnant rebel army. Encountering two "gray-backed falcons" that can shoehorn forty people, Gonzalez and his men will not be treated like the third brother on a train, otherwise it will be too exciting for these late nineteenth-century dirt buns.

"Marcose, you can reduce your speed, the people have come out, you don't have to rush over at full speed to deliver ammunition." Yang Guang said on the radio to Marcos, the captain of the "Brandenburg"-class destroyer.

"Then dare to be kind, I'm just going to make some trouble." Marcos said.

"Don't be a moth any more, come and join us, there's the wreckage of Ka-27 on the beach waiting for us to deal with!" Besides, the Interim Executive Committee is not sure what to do with those Chinese people trapped in the Manila docks! Yang Guang said.

"It's okay, I'll be there soon, your double-barreled 130 cannon is going there, is it possible that there are still some demons and monsters who dare to come out and make waves?" Marcos said.

Suddenly, after receiving the news that the trapped personnel in Manila had been evacuated, Marcos decided to implement the plan that the F217 ship had been planning for a long time.

"Kids, drop off the speedboat and follow me to the island! Remember to bring the prepared guys, we're going to get some notes that will last a long time! Marcos said to the crew.

At this time, the "Brandenburg" class frigate F217 had already crossed the waters of the Zhongsha Islands, and it was only more than 200 kilometers away from Manila Bay.

"Captain, what are you doing here, you don't want to leave the ship, do you?" Seeing that Marcos was about to board the speedboat, the first mate grabbed the cargo and said.

"Nonsense, how can I be missing at such an important moment?" Marcos replied as he squeezed forward to get off the speedboat.

"It's not in order, is it?" Although he also knew that the captain was a dead man, the first mate still persuaded him bitterly.

"Go away, go away! I'm just going to go up and take a picture and I'll be back right away! Marcos said in amazement.

There are chisels, cement, etc., which are extremely inconsistent with the identity of this frigate, and all the rough embryos who climbed on the ship also looked excited.