Hearing this answer, everyone looked at me. And I only now understood why he acted like he understood what I meant when I said the oil bottle.

"Gypsies. This man is yours, and I hope he won't hold you back. No sooner had John finished speaking than there was movement in the woods.

"Little Bill, you go to the right back. Gypsy you go to the left rear with the excess. Walker and I are here. ”

"Understood." I bent down and pulled up the oil bottle, which was still a little dazed, and hid about ten meters behind John's left.

I looked at the drag oil bottle that was holding the gun at the moment, trembling a little because of the excitement, and whispered in Chinese: "Will it be used?" In a moment you follow the direction of my shot. Don't shoot indiscriminately, bullets are limited. ”

The oil bottle hummed, and then stammered a little: "You... You too... Also Chinese? ”

I didn't answer his question, because it seemed boring or meaningless at this point, and John's voice came through the communicator.

"Attention. Our guests came to the door. At my two o'clock position, there was about. There were about twenty people. Don't rush to fire, wait until you see it before you start. Little Bill, you are the closest, you will be under a lot of pressure, stay safe. Gypsies, unfortunately you'll have to run out of your current position with that extra in a moment to attack their right flank. When John had finished giving instructions one by one, he began to count down.

"So many people? Is this the Wizard's squad? Walker asked curiously

Walker's question made us all suspicious, but John began to count down: "5. . . 4.。 3.2”

This wave of gunfire was very dense, and the opposite side seemed to be caught off guard, and there was no counterattack for a while.

"Gypsy, forward!" John shot and gave me instructions through the communicator.

I grabbed the arm that dragged the oil bottle and ran out, and soon I saw the other party in the woods starting to counterattack, and someone was shuttling through the forest as if preparing to launch an attack.

"Squat down!" Just as I was pulling the oil bottle towards the other party's right, something suddenly shook in my path. I pushed the oil bottle into a puddle next to me and jumped into it. Soon a figure appeared in front of me.

I pulled the trigger without hesitation, but just as the shot was complete and the man fell, a bullet flew out from behind him and flew in my direction. But fortunately, the head was not accurate, and it was all around me.

I leaned down to dodge the shot, glancing at the oil bottle next to me, who was looking nervously at me as if waiting for me to give him orders.

"Hide, don't show your head casually, help me keep an eye on the movements on both sides!" As soon as I finished speaking, someone on the other side, under the cover of my companions, attacked me.

I didn't rush to shoot, but pulled out a grenade, pulled the safety and threw it sideways in the direction of the passerby. With an explosion, the figure fell. But the bullets on the opposite side were getting denser and denser, and the firing point of the gun spread out in front of me.

"How many people are there in this ******?" I muttered into the communicator, "Are you sure there are only twenty people on the other side?" They are preparing to outflank us! Does the wizard's squad have half a company? ”

"I saw it! How many people are there? John asked.

I raised my gun and fired back a few times, roughly counting the positions where the other party was shooting, and said, "There are at least five or more people now." They're trying to kill us. ”

With that, I continued to shoot at the other side, and soon my magazine was running out of bullets. While shooting a point, he shouted: "Drag the oil bottle!" Shoot, shoot! "And I called twice, but the oil bottle didn't move. My heart went cold, and the first thought that crossed my mind was that he had been hit by a bullet flying from an unknown direction, and he was now dead.

I retracted and looked at him as I pulled out a new magazine, only to see that he was still holding his gun tightly in his hands and looking nervously to our left.

I kicked him in annoyance, and he looked back at me as if he had fallen asleep and had been woken up. "Hurry up and shoot! Do you have a burning stick in your hand? ”

The oil bottle agreed in a panic, crawling on the ground and pulling the trigger continuously to the opposite side, but obviously not accurate, the other party several figures quickly approached us, and after a while, I pulled the oil bottle down, and now we are under a lot of pressure, this oil bottle can't be regarded as a person at all, this is completely one plus one is less than one.

"Gypsies! Withdraw. Pablo seems to be in trouble. We cover you. John said through the communicator.

"It's long ****** time to withdraw! Those who touch them must be wizards. After I muttered, I took out two grenades, handed one to the oil bottle that was still putting the gun outside the pit from time to time, picked up the gun and poked out my head and fired two shots outside, and after suppressing the vitality point of one opponent, I retracted my head and hung the gun around my neck, picked up the grenade and said to the oil bottle that had run out of bullets in the gun: "Look at this, grenade, pull out the safety and hold it!" ”

The oil bottle nervously threw away the gun directly, followed my example, pulled out the grenade, held it in his hand, and threw the grenade out with me after I counted to three.

"Follow me! Let's get out of here! "Amid the explosion from the grenade, I climbed out of the puddle with the oil bottle.

The two grenades stunned each other for only a moment, and within a few steps of us climbing out of the puddle, the puddle exploded. The blast knocked me and the oil bottle to the ground.

I glanced sideways at the already smashed oil bottle, and it didn't look too much of a problem. I quickly got up, picked up the gun on my back with my right hand, shot twice at the man who was coming at the puddle, and with my left hand grabbed the collar of the oil bottle and dragged him behind a tree.

"How? Can you still walk? I asked as I put him down, paying attention to the movement on the other side.

The oil bottle didn't reply immediately, so I had to lean out sideways and shoot two more shots. The other party quickly clarified my position, and the bullet quickly hit our hidden tree, and there was a thud. Soon I was beaten and could no longer fight back.

I looked down and slapped the oil bottle in the face twice, and although he didn't seem to be fully conscious, he at least looked up at me.

"Do you know where you are?" I slapped him in the face again, "If you don't leave, I'll run away." ”

"Gypsies! I'll cover you, get out of here! "I heard Walker's voice in my ears, and as soon as he finished speaking, a gunshot rang out on my right.

"Get moving! Are you waiting for the partisans to carry you? John shouted.

I grabbed the oil bottle and ran out all the way while the other party was temporarily suppressed by Walker.

"Let that superfluous self run back! Let him run on his own! You're going to do Walker a hand! John's voice rang in his ears again.

I looked back and saw that the guerrillas who were going to outflank us had abandoned me and moved to Walker after I had run out.

"Damn it!" I grabbed the oil bottle and pushed it forward, "Run." Run back to where we were hiding and find John. Just go. With that, I picked up my gun and turned around and pulled the trigger on one of the partisans who was shooting.

"Walker. You can withdraw. Gypsies are covering you! John said as he shot.

I kept shooting at the places where the shots were being fired. Walker quickly burst out of a bush and ran in my direction.

Walker shouted at me as he ran, "It's your turn." It's not ****** wizards at all! With that, he slid sideways and prostrate himself on the ground, picked up his UPM45, and fired a barrage of heavy shots at those who tried to catch up.

I quickly got up and ran towards the mountain bag. Soon I saw John, who had already leaned over to pick me up. And not far to John's right, Bill Jr. also fought and retreated.

"Bullets! I need bullets! I shouted as I ran to John.

John pulled out a magazine and threw it at me as he shot. "Save it."

I quickly changed the magazine, and was about to shoot when John slapped me down and said, "Go to Little Bill." He needs help. When retreating for a while, go directly to the north, don't come back, we're going to set up directional mines here. A moment at the north side of the dirt slope to converge. ”

"Understood!" I got up and ran towards Little Bill, and within a few steps I saw the oil bottle hiding behind a tree with his head in his hands.

I glanced at little Bill, gritted my teeth, and rushed to the side of the oil bottle and pulled him up. "If you don't want to die, follow me. I don't have the guts to ****** stay. ”

As I approached little Bill, I pushed the oil bottle to the ground, "Hide!" With that, I looked ahead of little Bill. The trees on the opposite side flickered from time to time with the glow of the muzzle, and the light was getting closer.

I fired two shots in the opposite direction, covering little Bill to retreat. "John told us to go straight to the back. They will set directional mines on the way back. ”

"." Little Bill scolded directly: "There is at least one reinforced platoon opposite us." ”

"Retreat. If it weren't for our ambush and the terrain was in our favor, we would have been finished. After I finished speaking, the probe fired a few more shots, as if knocking over a figure shuttling through the woods.

"Little Bill, you and the gypsies get out. Walker will cover you. John said through the communicator.

I shrank back, walked quickly to the Tanker Bottle, picked him up and rushed to the back of the dirt slope with little Bill, the sound of a Walker sniper rifle ringing in my ears.