After a while, two "diamond" helicopters rolled up the rain curtains and flew over the building. The helicopter with a red cross mark slowly landed on the open space in front of the building. Another fully armed V09 helicopter kept hovering around the building.

Lieutenant Pozk waved backwards, then helped Alan trot toward the "diamond" helicopter with the red cross mark.

A crew member with a flight helmet jumped out of the helicopter and helped Alan to help him. At the same time, Gavin also helped the injured Jacks to the helicopter.

"Oh, be careful!"

"You must wait for us at the base and take good care of yourself. Remember, don't eat my breakfast alone!"

"I understand, don't worry!"

After settling down the two wounded and a body, Pozk pulled up the sliding door on the side of the cabin and patted the windshield in front of the cabin, indicating that the helicopter could leave.

The helicopter began to pull up and then flew away with another helicopter in charge of the alert.

"Okay, let's go!"

Platoon A removed the temporary defense line and continued to move forward. This time the fire was obviously much less, leaving only the sparse sound of gunfire and the sound of rain in the distance. But the soldiers did not dare to neglect. They pressed the butt on their shoulders and stretched their nerves tightly.

The tanks of the 21st Armored Division have gone far away, and this time they can only rely on Platoon A to themselves.

The sound of shell explosions and the sound of light weapons firefighting came from afar, just like listening to drums beating across the mountain. It felt very close, but in fact it was very far away.

The heavy rain was still heavy, and there was no sign of stopping. Route A was experiencing heavy rain, covering each other, supporting each other, and using various cover tactics to slowly move forward. When the team advanced about 600 yards, the soldiers reconnaissed about a dozen people at about thirty yards behind the corner of the fork in front of the team.

Lieutenant Pozk stretched out his hand and signaled the team to stop, then in sign language, commanded Squad 1 to guard both sides of the road, Squad 2 to observe the corner, and the firepower Squad was on standby.

Sergeant Orrison, the squad leader of the second squad, slowly approached the corner. The soldiers behind him held guns and tried their best to carefully inspect every corner around him. Orrison gently lay on the ground covered with puddles.

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The dirty water flooded into the sergeant's collar.

Orrison carefully poked the corner gun out of the corner, but before he could see clearly what was going on, he attracted a round of tracer bullets from the enemy. Taylor behind Orrison pulled Orrison back to the corner.

Bang! Bullets hit the corner of the wall, splashing rain and stones.

"Edmund!" Taylor turned around and shouted.

Machine gunner Edmund squeezed over, and he and Orrison changed positions. Taylor pushed open the gun chamber of the gun grenade launcher, stuffed grenades into the gun chamber, and then pulled the gun chamber of the gun grenade launcher.

"Are you ready? Suppress the fire!"

Edmund lowered his body and leaned against the wall. He twisted his body, took a step outward, shot at the target, and then retracted. After a while, he took another step outward, shot at the enemy, and retracted again.

Just as Edmund poked out his body and shot at the enemy for the third time, Taylor seized the opportunity to run behind a broken car at the fork. He leaned out from the side of the broken car, raised his gun, and shot a grenade at the target.

Wow! The grenade rushed out of the gun-mounted grenade launcher, flew into the air, and then exploded with a bang. More than a dozen small needles with automatic identification, positioning and tracking functions in the grenade flew out, locking the target, turning the direction, and thrusting head-on towards the target.

Dong! The explosion of fire illuminated the terrifying streets. Edmund quickly fell to the ground, set up a machine gun, and adjusted the fast and slow aircraft to the continuous firing mode to implement full firepower to attract and suppress the enemy. Pozk took this opportunity to lead the other two squads to run through the fork in two different directions.

The fire squad fell behind the bunker next to the fork, Doy installed a machine gun and fired at the enemy. Fred lay on the side and shot a short shot to kill the enemy. A squad crossed the fire squad's defense line and moved towards the enemy's flank.

Two American soldiers ran past Boya. Boya turned his gun and aimed at them, knocking down one of them, but the other failed to hit.

Tag! The rifle has no bullets.

"Change the magazine!" Boya retracted back to the cover made of bricks and stones, and shouted while pulling out the magazine. White smoke spread out from the magazine and the throwing window. Boya stuffed the empty magazine back into the ammunition bag, pulled out the new magazine, knocked it on his helmet twice, and then replaced the rifle. He pulled down the bolt with a snap, and was about to continue firing at the enemy, but found that he was suppressed by the enemy.

The enemy's bullets hit the cover, causing bricks, tiles and stones to sting. Boya glanced at the heartbeat sensor on the rifle and was shocked: the number of American soldiers has surged from more than a dozen to more than fifty, and their number is still growing!

This growth rate is faster than the breeding speed of fast-growing chickens!

"Fifty goals, maybe more!"

"The whole squad can't move!"

"Let a fucking come back soon!" Lieutenant Pozk roared. Ding Ling, an enemy grenade flew over and hit Pozk's feet, splashing a bunch of water, rolling and emitting a faint blue light. Pozk didn't think about it, picked up the grenade and threw it back hard.

Bang!

Squad 1 quickly retreated from the enemy's flank back to the temporary defense line under the cover of Squad 2 and firepower squads.

Bang bang! Gunshots from friendly troops came from behind Platoon A. Taylor turned around and found that the brothers of the Second Reconnaissance Company of the Imperial Division were shooting and surrounding them.

Captain William Marion, the commander of the second reconnaissance company, pounced beside Lieutenant Pozk and shouted: "Fuck you, ask your people to retreat immediately and evacuate our people from the sewer. This area is left to us!"

"Huh!" The lieutenant shouted loudly and grabbed the quantum walkie-phone on his shoulder. "Squad 1 and firepower squads will retreat first, and two-by-two-cover, Hellfire! It's over!"

Orrison raised his hand and threw out a smokescreen.

The firepower of the second squad began to increase, and the firepower squad began to evacuate in an orderly manner, running towards the manhole that Captain William mentioned.

Bang! A bullet hit Yacrete's right leg. Yacrete felt that his right leg seemed to be hit hard by a baseball bat, and then he staggered and fell to the ground.

The water splashed.

In the midst of the flash, everything around seemed to slow down suddenly. Time was dozing, the explosion stopped, bullets and grenades were all hovering in the air, and the soldiers' twisted faces were frozen on their faces. All kinds of strange thoughts began to invade Yacrete's brain.

Scenes of the past, big, small, important and unimportant things poured into Acrete's mind. Acrete thought of his grandparents, parents, and brothers and sisters. He thought of his first time when he was a child: how bright the sun was that day. Little Acrete waved to his parents with his schoolbag and ran to the yellow school bus parked by the road. On the school bus, he met many new friends. Acrete thought of the first girl he liked, and the girl smiled and smelled the flowers given to her, making Acrete think that he was the happiest person in the world. What was the girl's name? Oh, she is her current girlfriend, Diana. Acrete thought of her former college life.

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Acrete thought how innocent and ignorant he was. If God gave him another chance, he would definitely turn around and retire, marry Diana as his wife, and live his ideal life.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that after death, those people in life and little things will slip away from him. He is afraid that he will die alone and no one knows.

The rain hit Acrete's body, smashing to pieces. The bright red blood flowed out of his legs and flowed to the wet ground, and was slowly washed away by the rain.

He realized what a real war is.

Perhaps war was launched to satisfy the needs of a few people. Wars were satisfied, or had once satisfied people's aggressive instincts, but it also satisfies people's desire for plunder, destruction, cruel discipline and autocracy.

But no one cares about this.

Someone patted Fered on the shoulder and signaled that the next person who was going to retreat was him. Fered calmly aimed, holding a rifle and knocked down one American soldiers after another trying to get closer. When the enemy had a fire gap, Fered seized the time to stand up, patted the shoulders of the soldiers beside him, and then ran towards the direction of the manhole. At this moment, he found Acrete who was lying on the ground. Fered stopped, threw the rifle on his back, and grabbed Acrete without hesitation and carried it on his body.

Bang! A bullet pierced the weak nano-armed vest and pierced Fered's body. The "ketchup" started to soar, Fered's feet slipped and almost fell.

Bang! Another bullet flew over and hit Fred. Bang! Bang! Bang! The third, the fourth bullet flew over and embedded it into Fred's body. Fred gritted his teeth, gasped, and hummed and endured the severe pain. He threw Acrete into the manhole with difficulty, and then flipped himself in and fell into the sewer.

There were two thunders on the manhole entrance.

The brothers of the Second Reconnaissance Company of the Imperial Division who were guarding the sewer caught them and took them to the depths of the sewer.

With the help of everyone, Fred and Acrete moved forward in the sewer knee-deep sewage. When Fred was pulled up from the sewer by the soldiers, he had already lost consciousness.

The soldiers dragged them to a house that was blown up to pieces. "Medical Soldier, fuck medical Soldier! Move your fat ass over to me!" In a trance, Acrete heard someone roaring.

A medical soldier from the Second Reconnaissance Company ran over. He knelt down next to Fered, took off his helmet, threw it aside, and then pulled away Fered's bulletproof vest.

This bulletproof vest cannot resist American bullets at all. In the words of soldiers, this thing is not only waterproof and morale-enhancing, but also a decoration. The medical soldier tried hard to remove Fred's bulletproof vest and threw it to the side. Four bloody bullet holes on Fred's body were exposed.

"Oh, hell!" the medical soldier muttered, he patted Fered in the face and shouted, "Hey! Brother, wake up! You can't die here!"

Fered opened his eyes with difficulty, and blood came out of his mouth. The medical soldier stepped forward to press his wound. Fered stared at the medical soldier and stopped moving. The medical soldier looked at his eyes and found that his pupils had completely dilated. He sighed and slowly closed Fered's eyes.

The rain poured down from the broken roof like water sprayed from the shower head and poured onto the soldiers inside.

At this time, someone squeezed past the crowd. Yakley looked at it and found that it was Lieutenant Pozk and medical soldier Torres.

"How are Fered and Acrete? Are they okay?" Pozk asked by the shoulder of the medical soldier of the Second Reconnaissance Company.

"This guy is dead. He lost too much blood and there is no time to rescue him. And this guy is very lucky, he was shot in his leg. You just need to take out the bullet left in his thigh." The strange medical soldier nodded at them, then stood up, grabbed his rifle and left with his brothers.

Pozk sighed, and he tore open Fered's collar, took off the ID card on Fered's neck and stuffed it into his pocket.

"I'm sorry, sir, it's all my fault."

"Closing your beak! It's not your fault. Come here, Torres, carry him to that table."

Taylor quickly walked to the table and swept away all the miscellaneous items on the table. Then, Pozk and Torres lifted Acrete hard and placed him gently on the table.

Edmund lay behind a bullet hole in the wall, making sure that the machine gun barrel did not reveal the bullet hole, and then he set up the machine gun and warned outside the house.

"Listen, Yacrete, we're going to help you get the bullets later, and we won't use anesthetics. You have to hold back, because it will hurt very much." Torris said while changing his hygiene gloves, "Taylor, come here and help us press him. Mahjong, and help me spread his wound later."

Taylor came over, threw the rifle on his back, then freed up his hands, pressed against Yacrete. Potzk took off his tactical gloves, removed Yacrete's knee pads and leggings on his right leg, and then hesitated and tore open the tube of his right leg's trouser leg. The bloody wound was exposed.

"Get ready, I'll count to three."

Yacrete looked up at his wound, pale and gasping, waiting for the huge pain. Taylor immediately reached out and covered his eyes.

"Three..." Torris looked up at Pozk and gave a wink at Pozk. In response, Pozk nodded.

"two......"

"One!" Pozk pierced his finger into Yacrete's wound and stretched it open. "Ah!" A heart-wrenching scream pierced the ears of everyone present.
To be continued...