"Aliyev!" I called out to him.

I don't know if he responded, I just saw that he was still moving, trying to pick up the pistol that had been thrown beside him. But it looks like he can't stand up anymore. Presumably it was hit in the leg.

I quickly leaned over to him. And at this moment, I found out that Sergey actually ran back. As soon as he dragged Aliyev to the woods.

"Follow him! Come with him! I'll cover you! "I called. I fired several shots at those who tried to outflank us, "Sergey, lower your center of gravity, lower your body!" ”

We lacked an effective counterattack, and the plight of casualties was quickly detected by the other side. They sped up the attack. We're just doing our best, and I'm not sure about it anymore.

"Speed up!" I shouted as I walked over to Sergei and stretched out my left hand to grab Aliyev and drag him along, while my right hand continued to shoot with the paratrooper version of the AK-74.

"Don't look at anything, don't care! Speed up! "I wanted Sergei to run first, but now maybe he has a better chance with me under my cover.

Suddenly, in the direction we were heading, there was a flash of fire at the edge of the woods, and I looked up and saw that someone was shooting. They were their own people, and they were shooting at the people on my left who were trying to outflank us.

When I saw someone come to help, I honestly didn't feel any lighter. Because judging by the people who fired the shots, it was two people, and judging by the firepower, one of them should be a drag oil bottle. So who's the other one? Natasha or old Ivan? They shouldn't have come. These two guys should at least send everyone away first. And at the moment, I'm sure the families haven't been able to get on the bus yet.

But now that it's all like this, although I'm anxious, it's useless to think so much. I quickened my pace, and the person on my left was pinned. And the pursuit speed of those behind him also slowed down significantly. Perhaps they were plagued by the constant resistance and the fact that the woods were unknown in the dark of night that kept them from being too aggressive.

I seized the opportunity to speed up my pace, and the woods were ahead! Just ahead! "Speed up! Sergey dragged Aliyev in! I shouted, and just as I was exerting myself, Sergei suddenly fell to the ground. The action was clearly not caused by a trip, but by a bullet.

"Sergey!" I put down Aliyev and turned to shoot at the pursuers, "Aliyev, look how Sergey is!" ”

Aliyev quickly crawled up to Sergei to check it out, and then he should have looked at me, maybe telling me something, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. I shot and retreated towards Sergei. Just then, a man came running. I glanced at it, it was a drag oil bottle. And in the woods, there are still people who keep shooting.

I saw that the oil bottle pulled Sergei up, and he proved that Sergei was not dead by doing so. I saw Sergei holding his left upper arm with his right hand, and continued to speed up his steps towards the woods and staggered. And the drag oil bottle tried to drag Aliyev up.

"Aliyev! And the bullets? "I called.

But without waiting for Aliyev to answer, the oil bottle directly threw his scorpion form to me. Then he prepared to carry Aliyev's appearance.

I hurried over to help, quickly put Aliyev on the back of the oil bottle, and then ran towards the woods with all my might.

I turned and pulled the trigger on the man who was still in pursuit. The AK-74 ran out of bullets quickly, and I just threw it away. Raise the oil bottle and give me the scorpion pose, and continue to fight and retreat.

"Run! Act as planned! Drag the oil bottle with them! I shouted as I retreated into the woods. I soon saw that the person who was still shooting, it was old Ivan. His movements were a little flustered, except for pulling the trigger, he knew at a glance that he was very unfamiliar with shooting, but at this moment, he could still shoot at the other party in this position, which was already a very remarkable thing in itself. After all, shooting is different from shooting, shooting

You know you won't die and won't be hurt unless you shoot yourself. But shooting is different, in terms of psychological effect, people's sense of self-protection will always make you feel that you are about to be shot, and it will always force you to leave, to leave the danger. To combat the psychological effect of Yang, one is training, and the second is to have a strong psychological quality. And old Ivan obviously does not have the first condition, which can only show that old Ivan is a very brave person.

"Uncle Ivan! Remove! Get out of here! I shouted at him.

He looked at me and moved his mouth, draining the magazine, and then he stood up and started running backwards as he changed the magazine.

"Keep up with the oil bottles! Don't go in the wrong direction! Don't go back and keep running! I screamed as I turned back and shot at the pursuers who were chasing me outside the woods.

And as I was shooting, suddenly from my left, to the right of the direction I was going, there was a flash of light, and then several bullets flew by, and then it was as if I had been hit in the face by many scattered stones. I looked to the left, and it turned out that the bullet had hit a tree next to me, and it was the scum of the tree's flying wood that hit me in the face. And these people should have been the ones who flanked us from both sides and flanked us on the right side of our direction.

I quickly lowered my body and ducked behind the tree next to me. And just as I was about to shoot, I noticed that old Ivan, who was not far away, had begun to return fire, and he took the MP443 and fired several shots at the opponent.

"Uncle Ivan! I'll cover you! , you are ready to withdraw! "I said, whether he really heard it or not, and whether he was ready to do what I said. I leaned out half of my body to shoot.

When I aimed at a black shadow that was shooting, I noticed that there were not many people coming over on the other side, it should be only two people. And at the moment they are all shooting at Old Ivan.

I pulled the trigger, and the shadow I was aiming at was knocked to the ground. The other quickly ducked behind a tree, just like me. I continued to move as I shot at the tree. I can't stay here, I have to keep walking, or I'll probably be killed in a few moments by bullets coming from other directions.

But when I looked at old Ivan, I saw that he did not continue to shoot, but fell to the ground. I quickly came to him, still alive, holding one hand on the left side of his front where his ribs meet his abdomen, while the other hand was holding the pistol tightly.

"Give me the gun! I'll take you away! I said, grabbing the pistol, ready to pull up old Ivan and move on. But after a few steps, I felt that old Ivan was not lightly injured this time. I felt that his strength was rapidly disappearing, and he soon seemed like he couldn't take a step.

"Hold on! Uncle Ivan, hold on! I said as I carried him on. At this moment I suddenly thought of Yugovich, the old guy I also called "Uncle". I don't know why I suddenly thought of him, there is still a gap between the two people in terms of actual age, and there are many differences in other aspects. Maybe it's because at this moment, Ivan, like Yugovich, always seems very brave and trustworthy at critical moments, and fights side by side with me, back to back.

I walked forward with difficulty, old Ivan was getting heavier and heavier, and my speed was getting slower and slower. They should have already run to the oil bottles, and they should all get in the car and get ready to go. Just as I was thinking this, a light suddenly flashed in the woods in front of me.

It's a headlight. And just then, not far from the car, someone started shooting behind me. It's covering my past. I gritted my teeth and pushed forward. After walking for about ten meters, a figure quickly ran towards me.

It's a drag oil bottle! As soon as he picked up old Ivan and ran to the car, I immediately turned around and began to cover the shooting. Under the reflection of the headlights, I could see more and more figures entering the woods and flickering in the woods.

"Get in the car! Get in! I shouted at Natasha, who was still shooting, as I shot. Actually, I didn't see exactly who was shooting, but do I need to see it now? Is there anyone else who has a gun and can still move and can keep shooting with their hands free?

But Natasha didn't seem to hear it, and still shot there. I ran a few quick steps, and by the moment she had put the gun in the shot

I ran out of bullets and was crouching on the ground to change magazines, and I stepped forward and grabbed the pistol, "Are you deaf?" You stupid woman. Let's go! With that, I dragged her for a while and pushed her to the side of the car.

"Drag the oil bottle! Take them out of here! I'll cover you! I shouted.