When I saw the guerrillas retreating, I immediately stopped the oil bottles and the others who were still firing, "Ceasefire." Cease fire! Drag the oil bottle to count the casualties. ”

"Understood." The oil bottle promised and began to count the casualties. I looked at the partisans who had stopped for a while, turned and headed for the big house.

As soon as I squeezed through the door, which had been blocked by various things, I saw Walker coming up to me. At the moment, his head was wrapped in bandages, and his face was bloody.

"You're hurt?" I'll ask first.

Walker subconsciously touched his head and said, "That rocket that attacked the upstairs platform almost killed me." There were three of them there, and I was the only one who survived. ”

"Pinto?" It immediately occurred to me that I had Pinto go up there and deal with the guerrilla RPG shooter, he wouldn't have been killed.

"Pinto?" Walker immediately waved his hand and said, "It's not him." He's alive and well. ”

I let out a long sigh of relief when he said this, and then I saw that there were quite a few people in the house with guns on their backs, and these people were not the fifty people who had been left behind.

"It seems that the butler persuaded these people to take up guns and fight?" I asked.

Walker looked around and said, "Yes." Otherwise, how could there be such a strong firepower to support you just now. It's a good thing I didn't faint for long, otherwise you'd be doomed. These people, including those in the guards, didn't know how to improvise, and they looked like they were finished outside without the order to fire. ”

I heard him say this, and smiled helplessly: "It's good to be able to do what you want." What are your losses? ”

"The losses were not significant, I was wounded, and two more people were killed. Everything else is fine. Walker said.

I nodded, "That's good." Send someone to restock some ammunition for the people outside. Maybe I need to add some manpower. ”

At this time, the oil bottle came to me and said, "The casualties are counted, ten people were killed in the battle, and three were wounded. Two of the injuries were more serious. ”

I let out a long sigh when I heard the casualties. From last night to now, the guards have lost almost three-fifths, and there are still one or twenty men left to continue the battle. Once again, I began to struggle with the question of whether I should abandon the defense of the courtyard and retreat into the big house.

"How many people did the housekeeper organize?" I looked up and asked.

"A dozen people. And these people have little combat experience, only simple handling of weapons. Walker's tone was full of helplessness.

A dozen people? Perhaps another attack by the guerrillas would make this figure no longer meaningful. And it is impossible for me to send these dozen or so people who have no combat experience or even training to the front, which will undoubtedly be of no use to death, and may cause the rest of the morale to collapse due to rapid and large casualties. And if I don't replenish from the outside or with the already few people in the garrison, then after the loss of these people I will have to rely on these people who have not long picked up guns to fight in the house? This is obviously not reliable. Then the only reliable way is to withdraw all the people, and let the guards fight with these local people who have just picked up their guns. It may be more promising to use the big house as a big fortification, to turn the yard into a battlefield rather than a line of defense, and to turn the big house into a pillbox.

"I'm going to abandon the defense in the yard and push all the people into the house for defense." I made up my mind to look at Walker and tell him what I had just thought.

After listening to this, Walker thought for a moment and said, "Okay. You're more experienced than I am, and you have a point. Our defenses could not withstand an attack of such intensity by the guerrillas. Just do what you say. ”

"Good!" I nodded, turned to the oil bottle and said, "Withdraw all the people outside." Remember to bring all those sandbags back and leave them to the guerrillas, who will use them as cover when they attack. ”

"Understood!" The oil bottle agreed, turned and walked out.

I looked around and said, "We can't put everybody in their positions from the start. According to the previous way of attacking the guerrillas, first with mortars, and then without mortars, they would always use grenadiers or grenade launchers to bomb us before or at the beginning of a wave of attacks, similar to artillery preparation. Now that we're defending in this indoor and relatively small space, it would be a big loss if it were bombed, so we can arrange observation posts and leave only a small number of people on them. If the guerrillas go on the offensive, these observation posts report first, and then counterattack. Others, on standby in a safe place, waited for the guerrillas to finish their preparations and approached us before ordering them to enter their assigned positions and fight. ”

"Good. Just do as you say. Walker nodded and prepared to make arrangements.

I grabbed him and continued, "Also, I'm going to use the refueling tactic. ”

"Fueling tactics? That doesn't seem like a good tactic. Walker asked.

I shook my head, "No." I'm the other way around. In other words, the situation here is exactly the right place to use such a tactic. Now it's not us attacking, we're defensive. In addition, there are limited shooting holes or places that can be used to shoot outward, so it is not necessary to arrange all the manpower around each firepower point, and it is better to arrange only one person to guard each firepower point, and if the loss is lost, the personnel will be transferred to make up for it, so as to reduce casualties. ”

"I see. Then I'll arrange it first. Here on the first floor, you first see how many people are going to be arranged. Walker said as he beckoned for the men to begin the arrangement.

At this time, the oil bottle dragged the people outside back. I looked at him and asked, "What's going on with the guerrillas?" ”

"Nope. They shouldn't come so soon. When he saw me looking at him suspiciously, he hurriedly said, "I just looked outside, and the guerrillas have killed quite a few people, and I think they will come in a while." ”

"Don't let your guard down. You tell these people to hurry up and drink water, eat something, and replenish all the ammunition. I don't think the guerrillas will give up easily tonight, and they will organize at least one fierce attack. I said and looked at Walker who was walking over and said, "Why are all the personnel arranged?" ”

Walker shook his head, "It's not that easy. I'll give you some of the militia that Mr. Butler has organized. Do you want upstairs or downstairs? ”

"Let's go downstairs. Upstairs is yours. After saying that, I looked at the newly organized militia behind Walker, "Six people? ”

Walker nodded, "Hmm." Isn't it enough? ”

"Give me Pinto. I, the retreating man, suffered heavy casualties and the guerrillas will definitely storm in a while, and I need some good hands. I said.

"No problem. I'll call Pinto in a moment. What else do you need? ”

"Machine guns. Two machine guns. Let me think about the rest. I'll tell you when I think about it. I said as I beckoned to the militiamen who had just been recruited, and motioned for them to come over.

I took a look at these people and could say that they were old and small. Two of them were clearly middle-aged, two were very young, only two of them were of a good age to me, and one of them looked a little familiar.

"Where have I seen you?" I walked up to this familiar person and asked.

The young man looked at me and said, "When you went to catch Silva, it was me and my father who picked you up. ”

"It turned out to be you. What's your name? I asked.

"Almelo? Quinn. Mr. The young man replied.

I looked at Walker and said dissatisfiedly, "Why did you let him come?" His father had already given his life for the Balcas family, and his son had to continue? ”

Seeing this, Walker spread his hands and said, "I don't know. I haven't met him either. He came from the stewardship organization. ”

"That damn old fellow!" I'm going to ask what the hell is going on with that old guy? From the conversation between the young man's father before he died, I could tell that they were going to find a place to live after they had completed that mission. Where does a good life come from? It must have been Pablo who promised the other party something. And now let his son fight?

Just as I was about to go to the butler, Quinn grabbed me and said, "I asked for the battle myself." It has nothing to do with the housekeeper. ”

When I saw him say this, I wanted to keep going, but Walker said, "No matter what. Let's get the defense done first. Only if we hold on here, he will have any hope of getting paid back from Pablo, right? ”

I thought for a moment and said, "Okay! After speaking, he looked at Quinn, "You have been following me, and you will do whatever I say!" ”

"Yes, sir." Quinn agreed solemnly.

Seeing that he promised not to talk nonsense, I went to the gate and looked at the sides, and there were two large windows on each side of the gate. At the moment, the window has been blocked with sandbags, leaving only a small shooting hole in the middle. Not far to the right of the gate, there is a hole in the wall.

"Put a machine gun in this hole, Palo, you're in charge of it. One person is arranged in the shooting holes of the left and right windows. Then I pointed to the end of the first floor on both sides and said, "Is there anything else where I can shoot?" ”

Walker shook his head and was about to speak, when Pinto appeared on the second floor and shouted below, "The guerrillas are attacking!" ”