"Hober, come with me!" Pozk pulled Hober upstairs. They ran to the attic and lay behind a bullet hole with a diameter of only one foot. Lieutenant Pozk lay behind the bullet hole, holding a rifle. Hober lay on his back and took out his microphone.

The brothers downstairs have already set up their formation. Through electronic goggles, they can distinguish the thermal imaging search function of the 100-thousand-thousand-thousand-megabit heat source object, and the 100-megabit resolution image amplification function, Pozk saw that the enemy was divided into two teams about 800 yards and slowly approaching the temporary positions of the A row in two different directions.

Potzk patted Hober beside him. Hober connected to the combat communication network: "Gomander 40DA calls red FS29, Gomander 40DA calls red FS29, it's over."

The artillery liaison's London accent sounded: "Red FSE29 received, finished."

"Request priority fire support for the red FEBA094858, depth...760 yards, height...3, offset to the left...20 yards, one shot. I repeated it, priority fire support for the red FEBA098, depth 760 yards, height three, offset to the left with twenty yards, one shot, and the end."

“Received, intervening!”

Wow! A tracer shell cut through the night sky, flew in screaming, hitting the distance, stirring up orange light. Several figures were thrown into the air, and the US military was in chaos, but they did not stop moving forward.

"Revised value: subtract twenty yards backwards, four heights, six yards to the left, one shot. I repeated, subtract twenty yards backwards, four heights, six yards to the left, one shot, and the end."

Whoosh — bang!

"The final correction value: add ten yards forward, height four, offset angle remains unchanged, two volleys! I repeated, add ten yards forward, height four, offset angle remains unchanged, two volleys are finished!"

Tracer shells in the sky tore the night sky, screamed and flew towards the enemy unscrupulously. Swish-dong! Swish-dong! Swish-dong! Swish-dong! Swish-dong! The fires soared into the sky, and the night was illuminated by the explosion of the fire as it was in the daytime.

Donald pressed the rifle stock against his shoulder, and his boots were filled with water. Connor chewed the gum, staring at the fire in the distance regardless of the rain that flowed to his face. Orrison threw away half of the cigarette butt in his hand and patted the bolt. Everyone was nervous.

"The shelling ends, thirty seconds!"

The shelling made the streets gray, but the soldiers could still see the Americans moving forward through the smoky dust and the foggy rain. "Stay...Stay...Stay..." Bouvich murmured to himself with a rifle.

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Connor pulled out a long and sharp bayonet from his leggings and put it on the muzzle.

No soldier in the US military's combat team retreated, no soldier hesitated, they were all well-trained and good soldiers!

"Come on, come on."

Hiss! A lightning flash in the distance slashed across the night sky, and the rain was getting even more violent.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer. The enemy entered the range of heavy weapons, then gradually entered the range of individual howitzers and rockets, and finally gradually entered the range of rifles.

"Now!"

Someone pulled the thunders on both sides of the road. Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! The thunders on both sides of the road exploded into the middle of the road, overturning the enemy's team. The battle began, and Donald knocked down the enemy that he had been aiming for a long time, and then he quickly retracted back to the cover. After a while, Donald leaned out again, turned the gun and shot at other targets.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong! Edmund's machine gun began to roar.

Bouvich took out a broken grenade from his arms. He pulled out the pull ring, flipped off the safety plate, held it in his hand for two seconds, and then threw it away in the distance.

Bang!

Platoon A's defensive positions are scattered in two blocks on the front, one block deep. The Marines like this style of play very much. They believe that this strategy can always cause the invading enemies to be attacked continuously after entering the defense circle. They like to run away like ghosts after firing a shot.

However, using this strategy to fight the US military will not gain any advantage. The US military has firm goals and is quite flexible in tactics. They have clear division of labor and do not retreat at all, and will not be messed up by some harassing cold guns.

Crack! The enemy armored vehicle moved four ugly mechanical legs and slowly climbed up like a turtle. Chris stuffed an armor-piercing bullet into the buttocks of the rocket launcher, then raised the rocket launcher, carried it on his shoulder, leaned out from the corner of the wall under the cover of the firepower of his brothers, and knelt on one knee. "Be careful of the tail flame! I'm going to fire!" He gently pulled the trigger. The dust was blown up by the tail flame, and the armor-piercing bullet rushed out of the rocket launcher, dragging the fine smoke toward the armored vehicle at high speed.

The armor-piercing bullet missed. It did not hit the armored vehicle, but entered the building behind the armored vehicle. The armored vehicle's attention was attracted, and it slowly turned its turret and aimed at Chris. "Oh, hell!" Chris jumped up and ran away.

Dong! The corner of the wall was blown up, and the place where Chris was just here was blown up to a hazy state, with bricks and tiles flying everywhere.

"Take off that damn turtle!"

“Instrument is being intervened!”

Cole hid in another remote ruined building.

Swhoo--Bang! A shuttle of bullets came through the wall and hit Cole, splashing dust. Cole quickly tightened his body, and he realized that he had been exposed and had to transfer his position.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong! The heavy machine guns of the US armored vehicles were fired unscrupulously, making the Germans not even dare to raise their heads. Mud, bricks and earth were hit by large-caliber bullets everywhere.

Connor ran across the street with a rifle in his arms, jumped into a mud-filled crater, dirtying his clothes—or his clothes were originally dirty—he lay in the crater, untied the mud-filled individual anti-tank rocket launchers and armor-piercing bombs from his back, and then stuffed the armor-piercing bombs behind the butt of the anti-tank rocket launcher.

Connor's whole body was soaked in the dirty water of the crater. The raindrops hit the dirty water in the crater, splashing countless dirty ripples. Connor used his finger to pull out the security pin of the anti-tank rocket launcher and raised the hammer. He shouted: "It's going to be launched! Be careful of the tail flame!" Then he carried the anti-tank rocket launcher, straightened his body suddenly, and raised his hand to shoot a rocket. The tail flame made the surroundings gray. The armor-piercing bullet screamed and dragged the thin white smoke to kill the enemy armored vehicles.

Connor quickly fell down.

Bang! A flash of light hit the armored vehicle, causing steel sheets to scatter - Connor hits. Boom! The depleted uranium armor-piercing bomb trapped inside the armored vehicle exploded, throwing the armored vehicle turret high.

Five German soldiers rushed forward, climbed onto the armored vehicle like monkeys, used rifles to open the roof door of the armored vehicle, forced a few fragmented grenades into it, and then quickly jumped down and ran away.

Dong!

The two German soldiers could not dodge and were beaten into sieve by the Americans. The terriblely red "ketchup" splashed and splashed everywhere.

Lieutenant Pozk emptied the last round of the magazine, then rolled to the side and lay on his back. "Change the magazine!" He freed up his hand and pulled down the bolt while shouting.

Hober shouted: "The battle is fierce?"

"That's right, that's right!" Potzker struggled to plug the empty magazine back into the ammunition bag, and then pulled out the new magazine from the ammunition bag.

"Be careful of the shells!" Hober suddenly roared. Then a flash of light in front of Pozk's eyes lit up, and then the entire attic was destroyed by the shells. In a trance, Pozk felt like a sack of shock waves and was slammed backwards, hitting a wall with all kinds of stone chips flying down, clang bang bang.

Pozk lay on the ground, his whole body ached. He felt his ears screaming. Pozk slowly got up, shook off the broken soil on his body, and pulled Zhuzhuo to support him. He found that Hober leaned against the wall like a broken toy soldier, hanging his head, his eyes were empty and unconscious, and thin bloodshot slowly pulled down from his mouth.

Hober's lower bust hangs out the window like a pair of pants.

Lieutenant Pozk felt dizzy in his head.

"Ah!" A US soldier rushed to the attic with a fierce look, trying to pierce Pozk with his sharp barrel. Pozk woke up suddenly, but it was too late.

It's over.

The American rifle stabbed Pozk hard, but he never thought that his feet slipped and he accidentally thrust. God, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that you can't buy a lottery ticket for a lifetime! Pozk blocked the enemy's rifle with force, and then quickly took out his pistol.

The American rushed forward and grabbed Pozk's pistol and threw it aside. At the same time, his other hand drew out a foot-long short knife and stabbed Pozk hard.

Pozk shook his hand and held the American's hand tightly against the knife, took the hand around behind him, then grabbed his short knife, and instantly slit the American's throat at a speed that was so fast that it was unresponsive.

Purple blood gushed out, and the American covered his throat and fell to the ground with trembling all over. Before he fell to the ground, Pozk saw his expression clearly: it was a complex expression with deep hatred and a little begging.

Pozk threw the American short knife aside, hunched his back, covered his mouth with one hand, and walked downstairs with a rifle in the other hand.

"Damn, I almost have no ammunition!" Doy shouted, pulling open the receiver cover of the machine gun, taking off the empty ammunition box, stuffing it back into the bag, and then hurriedly took out the last box of ammunition from the bag. Rudy, who was lying beside him, immediately adjusting the shooting frequency to cover Doy's ammunition box.

The partner of the Second Reconnaissance Company beside Boya was killed by the enemy. Boya drew out a crater filled with mud and crawled towards the roadside building with great effort. He kept muttering as he crawled: "Don't die in such a ghost place, if you want to die, die in a woman's arms!"

Boya didn't notice that five Americans were rushing into the building not far away in twenty yards on his right. Doe and Rudy were inside!

Hiss! A bloody sound suddenly sounded behind his back, and Rudy lay on the ground and stopped moving. Doy turned around and was surprised to find a tall American soldier piercing the barrel into Rudy's back.

Christ Jesus! Doy quickly pulled out the pistol on his chest and knocked the American soldier down before he pulled the barrel from Rudy's body and pierced himself.

"Ah!" Another enemy ghost rushed up with a rifle. Doy lay on his back on the ground, turned his gun and shot three times to knock him down.

After killing this guy, Doy rolled and struggled to stand up. Puchi! A fly passed through the wall and hit it from outside, just in time to hit Doy's butt, and hit it against the opposite. Doy's center of gravity was unstable and fell to the ground.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

Swhoo! Swhoo! Swhoo! Several German fighters rushed over the battlefield. Pozk raised his head, looked at the wisps of fine smoke left by the fighter, and cried inwardly: "Not good!"

Whoosh! A rocket dragged white smoke and screamed into the building next to the street, and then exploded with a bang.

Taylor retracted his crater and shouted: "Change the magazine!" The partner of the Second Reconnaissance Company next to him immediately adjusted the rate of fire to cover Taylor to change the magazine.

"Ah!" An enemy waving a sharp American short sword and rushed over from behind. Taylor immediately dropped his rifle, took out his pistol and turned around to knock the opponent down.

"Damn! We must move the position!"

"Yes, that's right!"

They grabbed their belongings and jumped out of the crater, and ran into a building on the side of the road like a headless fly, where they found Doe with his butt being pierced.

"Doy, you won the million prize!"

"screw you!"

"Brother, where is your point?"

“In the sewer!”

"Do me a favor and carry him over, I'm responsible for covering you." Taylor changed the magazine for the rifle.

Every building in the defense zone has a secret tunnel connecting the sewer. Taylor's partner limped towards the tunnel with Doy. Taylor stuffed a beetail grenade into the gun-loaded grenade launcher, pulled the barrel down, pulled the trigger out the window, and then ran away quickly.

Chi! A missile rushed over when he heard the news, embedded it into the building, and exploded the room where Taylor was just waiting. Taylor flew down the corridor and jumped into the tunnel like a mouse.

A squad of American soldiers followed Taylor into the tunnel, but several thunders at the tunnel entrance detected them and exploded with a blink of an eye. A flash of light, the American soldiers were blown down, and the tunnel entrance was also sealed with large pieces of gravel.

The entire sewer network underground in the defense zone was transformed into a small underground military hospital by the Second Reconnaissance Company. The doctor hurriedly looked at Doe's butt, gave him a dose of penicillin, handed him a roll of gauze, and then hurriedly left.

The battle on the ground continued. Cole basically used the sniper rifle as an assault rifle because the target was too close. Bouvich struggled to move the position, and various shells exploded beside him, and mud-like mud and water splashed everywhere.

A ragged old woman dragged four children through the fire-burning street, but the fire density did not weaken at all because of these civilians. The old woman took the children to the other side of the street, curled up in a corner they thought was the safest - in fact, the place was the least safest.

The rain poured on the old women and the children, and the cold wind made them tremble. Every once in a while, several soldiers ran past them, but neither German nor American soldiers noticed them, as if they were life forms forgotten by the Creator.

Swhoo! Swhoo! Swhoo! Several German fighter jets that had just flew back were back! All German soldiers knew that these fighter jets were about to do something outrageous, and Donald immediately fell down when he saw this.
To be continued...