In addition, Jarrett also noticed that the fire on the other side of the construction site had been extinguished, but the twenty gunmen he had arranged in advance did not dare to show their heads.

But at this moment, someone suddenly ran over there.

This is Poppy, a Pinkerton spy who enters the construction site with Robben.

Poppy took advantage of the chaos to make a detour from the back of the construction site, and he told Jarrett bad news with a blank face.

The fire at the site was set by the Neo-Romans themselves.

Robben disappeared in the afternoon, and then martial law was imposed on the construction site, with no one allowed to enter or leave.

If it weren't for the gunman's suppression and harassment of the construction site, he wouldn't have found a chance to come out.

Hearing the news, Jarret's heart couldn't help but twitch, and the new Romans set fire to themselves...

But he reacted quickly, and the leader, who was quite capable on the battlefield, immediately sneered, "These guys must have captured Robben and then lured us into beating them, but they ignored our abilities. ”

He then asked the brothers around him in a loud voice, "Do you see that they are being beaten by us, and they are not cowardly?" ”

"See!"

"Let Ian do it harder. Within twenty minutes the barracks were hit, and the center blossomed. ”

"Yes."

After the man left, Jarrett threw a gun to Poppy, "Come with me!" ”

But at this moment, several more fireworks lit up in the distant sky.

It was a hundred White Russians lurking at the station in Raptors coming from there, and they were going to outflank the Pinkerton people.

These White Russians were immediately discovered, and immediately fought with the men led by Hokkin.

The White Russians, even if they had a car, would not be able to shake off Hawkkin's men, because they could not indulge the enemy behind their ass.

The battlefield was suddenly divided into two places, and on one side was Hawkkin's embarrassment.

On one side, the new Roman military camp was besieged by a group of enemies.

The fireworks in the distance allowed the Pinkertons to intensify their assault on the barracks, and at this moment, the sky finally had a glimmer of light.

It's not the best time to travel.

But Han Huaiyi had to join the fight.

Because the Pinkertons had already begun their attack ten minutes earlier, it would take at least 15 minutes for the planes to take off from here and arrive on the battlefield.

Half an hour is not really long for a war.

It is said that since the two sides started fighting, the bullets should have hit no less than a few hundred rounds, but the casualties caused were not obvious.

This is not surprising, the results of a professional army in a combat battle that consumes tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition will not be too obvious, and the real killing should only happen after one side loses the courage to resist.

And Han Huaiyi wants to create this kind of opportunity.

Bonfires and lights were lit along the runway, and twin-propeller fighters known as Tridents had fuel tanks and two aluminum cans filled with jet fuel under their wings.

In addition to Han Huaiyi and Lesico, who were piloting the plane, there was also a brother sitting in the back seat of them.

In addition to two carbines and ample magazines, the brother had 10 grenades supplied by the 3rd Division in his pocket. (It appeared in the 17th century and began to shine in the Russo-Japanese War in '04)

After checking the plane's condition for the last time, the Trident's engine began to roar, and then Han Huaiyi's plane took off first.

As his plane lifted off the ground, Lesicot followed.

When she took off, Yu'er looked worriedly, she didn't want the young master to go in person, but Han Huaiyi insisted on fighting side by side with her brothers.

Henry comforted her on the side, "Don't worry, Charlie's driving skills are the best of all." ”

Tesla, on the other hand, assured the fish, "The plane I built is the safest!" Charlie is going to make those bastards have a good drink. ”

Compared to them, the commander of the 3rd Division was full of melancholy, and he wished he could see it on the battlefield with his own eyes...

At this time, Mukharov had already exploded with the mentality of Khawkkin's entanglement.

Capable of doubling his enemies with his bare hands, he now encounters old Pinkertons with guns, and he can't destroy them by all means!

The cunning Hawkkin understood his numerical superiority, so he took advantage of the ample space to entangle with the White Russians.

In addition, he sharply discovered the weakness of the raptor, and under his command, the tires of all raptors that entered the range became his greeting object, which caused Mukhazhov not to let the car go in pursuit, but once they did not pursue, those guys killed again.

Mukhazhov finally became anxious and sent 30 of his brothers to stay, while the remaining 70 rushed to the battlefield there.

And his decision made Hawkkin angry.

Khokhkin decided to eat these thirty White Russians, so he changed his previous style and began to use his numerical advantage to press back against Mukhazhov's men.

He sent 10 men to the left and 10 to the right, and he made his way through the middle to envelop the White Russians, and finally he pinned Mukhazhov to a small tree with a height of about 5 meters.

The close-quarters exchange of fire eventually led to a succession of casualties.

Mukhazhov's White Russians were killed by five when they withdrew from the mountain, and at this time the two sides exchanged fire at a distance of 20 meters, and the other side still outflanked the crossfire formed by the formation, and the White Russians were immediately shot one after another.

Seeing his brothers fall one by one, Mukhazhov, who was suppressed by the rain of bullets and could not raise his head, could no longer suppress the wildness in his bones, he suddenly roared and picked up two guns and rushed down to take Hawkkin's head.

With him leading the team, the remnants of the White Russians who had been holding back for a long time also got up, and they didn't care about any guns on themselves, and together they aimed their guns in the direction of Hawkkin and launched a decisive charge.

God has always favored the brave.

Mukharov rushed out of the ten meters before he was shot in the arm, but the tough madman didn't care about being bitten at all, he held the gun steadily and continued to hold the fire forward.

Hokkin had to stay out of the way, but the other brothers were desperately guarding Mukhazhov's back and flanks, while Mukhazhov kept an eye on him.

At 20 meters, the White Russians fell 6 and the Pinkertonians 5.

At 15 meters, the White Russians fell 5 and the Pinkertons 3.

At 10 meters, Hawkkin was shot in the abdomen in the leg, and Mukharov was shot in the thigh and lost an ear, but he stubbornly dragged the wound and continued to charge forward.

This is the most bestial duel between men.

Who lives and who dies depends only on courage.

"Leave it for Lao Tzu!" Mukharov roared and threw the empty gun out, holding the second guy in his hand, when a bullet hit him in the shoulder from the side, hitting him and rolling him to the ground, but the muzzle of the gun was still firmly aimed at the horrified Hawkkin as he rolled on his side.

The bullet in Hokkin's hand grazed his body and slammed into the grass, but the bullet fired by Mukhazhov swept into Hokkin's face.

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