"Let them go a little bit. Don't rush to shoot, check your ammunition. Although John said unhurriedly, his words were full of murderous intent, which made me feel like my hairs stood on end.

"Gypsies. You pay attention to suppressing the people in the middle of them. Little Bill, you and I are the closest to us. John said as he looked at the guerrillas, who had exposed their flanks and rear to us, and slowly raised his rifle to the target.

Little Bill and I didn't say "yes" this time, but no one would think we didn't hear it, because we were all surprisingly consistent, just like John, aiming at our own goals.

I aimed at a partisan in the middle of the line, about ten seconds later. I pulled the trigger as soon as the rifle from John's was muffled with a silencer, and the man I was aiming at fell to the ground.

John and Bill Jr. quickly vented their bullets at the partisans who were close to us, and they were quickly killed and wounded. And I didn't shoot as fast as they did. Because the place where I hit and suppressed is a little farther away, if it is too fast, the accuracy will be reduced too much, and it will not have any effect.

The guerrillas had apparently had actual combat experience, and they did not run around or make any other overly flustered movements after being hit. After being attacked, they first lay down to find cover, and then quickly adjusted the direction of the team under the command. The people on our side began to shoot constantly in our direction, trying to suppress us, while the people in the distance came up from behind under the cover of these people, and at this point I began to shoot those who got up and moved.

Soon, the firepower on our side weakened, and the reason was simple. After this round of blows, we had very few bullets left in our magazines, and we began to change magazines one after another, starting with John.

The guerrillas, on the other hand, showed superiority over the militia, and when they saw that our firepower had weakened, they immediately began to divide up some of them and continue to circle our flanks, while others continued to fire at us on the opposite side of us, and kept moving towards us, shortening the distance and maintaining the pressure on us head-on.

"Watch out for both sides! Little Bill, watch your flank, don't let them outflank us easily! John shouted as he pointed in the direction of little Bill.

"Damn it!" After overturning the two men who tried to outflank us, Bill Jr. retracted while scolding, took off the grenade he was carrying, and said, "If you continue to fight like this, you won't last long." There's not a lot of ammo! ”

"Walker. Let Walker do it. John, you contact him. I changed the magazine and looked at John, who was going to change the magazine soon.

John emptied the bullets in the magazine and retracted his body, but before he could speak, Walker's voice was already heard in our ears: "Everyone. Here's my chance. Now all I see is the ****** of the partisans. ”

"Then please take care of Pablo while blasting their asses!" John said with a sigh of relief when he heard Walker's words.

No sooner had John finished speaking than there was movement behind the partisans who were attacking us. The shouts of the guerrillas were heard again, and soon the rhythm of the guerrillas' attacks changed with the shouts, becoming inconsistent or stagnant and hesitant.

John found out about this, and he immediately shouted, "Little Bill, I, gypsy." Attack forward in this order! ”

"Understood!" With that, I opened fire to cover Bill Jr.'s advance.

Little Bill walked a short distance before he stopped and continued to shoot at the guerrillas. At the same time, John got up and continued to move forward with his gun fired.

I also got up and walked out of hiding after John stopped shooting, and followed. Our counteroffensive made the partisans even more panicked. Perhaps they felt that it was a pre-designed trap for their rear to be attacked and the enemy in front of them to fight back at this moment, and at this moment they had already been caught in the front and rear.

In fact, this is not a counterattack at all, but a kind of forced counterattack. As long as they can hold steady, unify their command, and hold on, then we will soon be passive again, and even more passive than before.

But people's panic and fear can be amplified and spread to the contagion. When one of them retreated, one by one they began to think about where to withdraw rather than how to fight us or hold on. Their return fire was becoming weaker and weaker, and the bullets were flying less and less accurate.

"Onward! Assault! John yelled and stood up as he shot.

We know that victory is not far from us, and of course this victory is only for these partisans in front of us. Little Bill and I also got up and kept shooting at the partisans who had begun to retreat by this time.

The other party was blinded by our desperate counter-charge, and after a few people held out for a while, they began to collapse in an instant. They no longer retreat and shrink in an orderly formation, no longer have someone to cover the people who are moving, some just retreat together, each retreating to a crowded place, and each retreating to a place where they feel safe.

And we didn't pursue, after all, we didn't come here to kill people and fight a war of annihilation, and there are more headaches waiting for us to solve. So we stopped and opened fire on the guerrillas that we could still see. After the other party left a few corpses, the few people left quickly disappeared into the woods.

At the same time, Walker soon arrived with Pablo and the oil bottle, and everyone was together again.

"You're all alright." Walker saw us ask.

John saw Walker coming closely behind Pablo and let out a long sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's all alive." Where were you hiding before? ”

Walker pointed to himself, Pablo, and the body of the oil bottle and said, "See?" Or do you smell it? Seeing that we didn't react and looked questioning, he continued, "A damn quagmire." In addition to the stinking mud, there were ****** decomposed corpses that didn't know what they were. ”

Just as we looked at his depressed expression and wanted to laugh, the drag oil bottle squatted on the ground with a "wow" and vomited. And Pablo's performance is good, although it is obviously a little unnatural, and his expression at the moment will not be very good.

John glanced at Pablo and the oil bottle and sneered, but the movement from the direction of the receiving line made all of our expressions grim. Because listening to the gunshots, it seems to be getting closer and closer in our direction.

"What does that mean?" I asked, looking at John with my gun in my hand and on guard.

John stared in the direction of the gunshots that were still coming from us for a moment and said, "Maybe they're coming out?" ”

"Who? Who's coming out? Little Bill asked.

John didn't answer immediately, but continued to watch the movement there. I thought for a moment and said, "It should be the one who answered us." ”

"How do you know? Maybe it's a wizard. The person who answered us rushed out so easily? Little Bill asked rhetorically.

Before I could reply, John withdrew his gaze and said, "The gypsies are right. It should be our people. Wizards, they will not come after the rout of the people who intercept us, so they will undoubtedly be attacked from the inside and outside, and they can neither effectively intercept the people inside, nor can they stop us, and their role is to raid, not to block and intercept. The most important thing is, don't you see that the guns of the people coming to us are irregular and messy? ”

"So what do we do?" Walker said as I did, guarding the surroundings.

John looked around, and finally said in the direction we had just ambushed the guerrillas, "Walker is taking Pablo there." I went with the gypsies and little Bill to pick them up. Walker, your job is to keep an eye on the guerrillas from coming back, and if they do, you need to let us know in time. If we are entangled and unable to get out, you will leave us alone, and immediately retreat north with Pablo as he said before. ”

Walker was stunned when he heard this, he glanced at a few of us, and was about to speak, only to see that John had already sorted out his weapons and said, "No need to say any more, it's decided." Don't disobey orders, don't have a next time for the mistakes you made before!"

Walker heard John say this, and said no more, but patted Pablo and motioned for him to follow him. The three of them then headed for John's designated place.

John watched Walker leave with the two of them, took a deep breath and said, "Let's act." I'll go ahead. Remember, call the alternate codes "Emerald" and "Dragon Ball Fruit" when you encounter them. Prevent them from beating us as guerrillas. ”

Little Bill and I said yes, and followed John forward. Soon the sound of gunfire became clearer, and something could be faintly seen in the woods.

John motioned for us all to stop and crouched down. "Be vigilant around. If I shout the code and the other person doesn't react, it doesn't matter who they are shooting at them. Don't hesitate. ”

"Understood!" After little Bill and I agreed, the two of us ran separately and went our separate ways to look ahead.

John waited for a moment, and when the other party was about forty or fifty meters away from us, he suddenly shouted, "Emerald, emerald, emerald!" After shouting three times in a row, John retracted behind the tree, and Bill Jr. and I raised our guns and took aim, ready to shoot.

John's shouts were clearly heard on the other side, as their rapid movements slowed down, but there was no response. I couldn't help but put my index finger on the trigger, and John stretched out his gun and started to shoot.

But at that moment, there was a response from the other side. It sounded like Spanish, and there were two shouts at the other side, and although I didn't understand what was being shouted, John immediately motioned for us not to shoot and stay on guard, while he shouted a few words to the other side.