"What are you going to do?"

Wei Ran's shouts did not receive a response, so he gritted his teeth and returned to the foxhole to pick up his cumbersome suitcase. At the same time, he was also observing the mountain opposite. Fortunately, no Soviet troops had rushed over there yet.

A moment later, Habibullah, carrying a wave of sand and an RPG launcher in his hands, also ran up panting.

"Get down quickly!"

Wei Ran threw the suitcase in his hand down the mountain, threw Habibullah, who was covered in blood, to the ground as quickly as possible, dragged him and jumped into the cave that was almost flattened by rockets and was covered in blood.

in a simple bunker.

Almost at the same time, the Soviet army that had just climbed up in the distance also pulled the trigger towards them!

"Are you injured? Are you injured?" Wei Ran asked loudly while dragging the other person into the bunker.

"No, I didn't!" Habibullah shouted in Russian.

Risking a look, Wei Ran secretly said something was wrong. In just a short time, more than a dozen enemies had already rushed up from the mountain opposite!

"We need to get down quickly"

As he spoke, Wei Ran looked around and pulled out a piece of blood-stained felt from the rocks, "I'll cover you. Run away as soon as I tell you to!"

"And you?"

"Get ready!"

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already wrapped his suitcase in felt and threw it out with all his strength.

"run!"

With a shout, Wei Ran and Habibullah jumped out of the bunker one after another, and while the Soviet soldiers on the opposite side were heading towards the suitcase wrapped in felt, they jumped to the other side of the mountain in a dangerous manner.

As the two screamed one after another, they rolled and rushed down the mountain in an extremely embarrassed manner.

Finally, the two of them arrived at the foot of the mountain almost at the same time as Hakim who ran down.

Wei Ran stood up with a grin on his face. Regardless of the scratches on his hands and face, as well as the severe pain in various parts of his body, Wei Ran raised his head and looked at Habibullah.

At this time, he was already lying at the bottom of the valley, with blood flowing from his messy hair on his temples.

"Habibullah?"

While Wei Ran called the other person's name, he hurriedly checked his wounds. At this time, there was a wound on his head that was five centimeters long, and almost the bones could be seen, and there was even a wound on his neck.

A bloody back molar.

"Are you guys okay?"

Hakim stumbled down and ran down. In his arms, he was still holding the machine gun without the mountain anti-aircraft tripod.

"Still alive"

Wei Ran said, "Where's the donkey?"

"Over there!"

Hakim pointed with difficulty in the distance.

"Bring the donkey over here! Hurry up!" Wei Ran shouted anxiously. They must hurry up. If the Soviet army rushes up the hill or a third helicopter flies in, none of them will survive!

"Put down the machine gun!" Wei Ran reminded.

After realizing it, Hakim put down the machine gun that he was holding with difficulty. Hakim stumbled all the way and ran into the distance. After Wei Ran used the cloth torn off from his body to help Habibullah temporarily wrap the wound on his head, he took the two donkeys.

He was brought over.

"Where do we go next?"

Wei Ran endured the pain all over his body, grinning and picked up Habibullah, and asked while putting him on the back of the donkey.

"Go find that helicopter."

Hakim forced himself to calm down and said while tying a heavy machine gun to the back of another donkey, "If anyone is alive, use them as hostages. If they are all dead, set a trap there."

"Are you crazy?" Wei Ran shouted subconsciously, "You..."

"I'm not crazy! I'm ready to die!" Hakim yelled back, "You can either run away now or come here and help!"

Gritting his teeth, Wei Ran limped over and helped the other party tie the heavy machine gun to the donkey's back.

"Can you still walk?" Hakim asked.

“Not a big problem”

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he saw that Hakeem had already pulled out the bullet chain from the iron bucket that he had dropped earlier, and wrapped it around the donkey where Habibullah was lying.

"We need to leave quickly"

Hakim said, already dragging two donkeys along the valley towards the crashed helicopter in the distance.

"Get the gun"

Wei Ran handed Habibullah the Bobosha that belonged to Habibullah and said, "I'll hold the donkey for you."

"We need to hurry up"

Hakeem took the gun and ran towards the helicopter wreckage in the distance.

"It's killing me"

Wei Ran rubbed his calf that had been hit by a rock when he had just escaped. After confirming that there was no fracture, he endured the excruciating pain and chased after the two donkeys.

Fortunately, they were not far from the wreckage of the helicopter, so they finally saw the helicopter from a distance before the Soviet soldiers behind them climbed up to their former position.

"Da da da!"

Hakim raised his submachine gun and fired a short burst of fire. Seeing that there was no response from the helicopter lying on its side, he immediately ran over.

"Come here! Everyone is dead!" Hakim shouted.

Upon hearing this, Wei Ran immediately led the donkey and walked over.

As they got closer, Weiyan immediately noticed something was wrong. The cockpit and gunner's cabin cover of the armed helicopter were both blown apart by rockets.

However, there was a bloody handprint on the cracked gunner's hatch opening handle, and in the cockpit, the seat belt of the pilot's body had been untied.

"Is this what you left behind?" Wei Ran pointed at the bloody handprint and asked Hakim.

"No, not me."

After Hakim finished speaking, he realized something was wrong and immediately started searching around. At the same time, Wei Yan had already climbed into the rear crew cabin with difficulty and took a look inside.

It was a mess inside. The two AK74s fixed on the hatch had their magazines removed and their receiver covers opened. The parts inside were scattered all over the floor. He was almost sure that there must be some parts missing.

Not only that, there was also a fresh bloody handprint on the edge of the cabin. Obviously, someone crawled out from here not long ago.

"I found it"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hakim lowered his voice and said, "Someone ran along the valley."

"We can't move forward with this machine gun," Weiran reminded.

"But..."

Hakim gritted his teeth, pulled open the rope buckle, and let the heavy machine gun roll to the side. Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately pulled the bullet chain off the other donkey's body and piled it on the ground.

Without any hint from him, Hakim took out a lemon grenade produced by the Soviet Union from his pocket, pulled out the pull ring, pressed it under the machine gun, and then piled the bullet chain on top.

"You stay behind me and stay away."

Hakim said, raised the wave of sand again, and ran out chasing the blood scattered along the way.

After glancing in the direction behind him, Wei Ran mounted another donkey and followed behind, dragging the donkey carrying Habibullah.

After walking about four to five hundred meters in this way, Hakim suddenly stopped, raised his gun and shouted a warning in Russian such as "put down your weapons".

But soon, he ran over again.

Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately urged the donkey under his butt to follow him.

Soon, he saw two people lying in the withered grass and shrubs, and a medical bag that he had not yet had time to pack.

At this time, the one with the cross armband on his arm was lying on his back. There was a large amount of vomit, a canvas bag and two medical satchels beside his mouth.

As for the other one, his leg seemed to be injured, but it had been sutured and bandaged.

However, there was also a pool of vomit next to the piece of gauze.

After just a brief thought, he already guessed what happened.

After the crash, the only two survivors came here all the way. One of them had an injured leg, and the other seemed to have a concussion due to the crash.

After hurriedly bandaging his companion's wounds, the concussed medic finally couldn't bear it anymore and fainted.

But even so, in his hand, he still held an APB silenced submachine pistol that Weifan was very familiar with loosely, and another Soviet soldier who had injured his leg and had also fainted, beside him was

Carrying an AK74 and two spare magazines.

"They're still alive," Hakim said after clearing the weapons.

"What are you going to do... fuck..."

As Wei Ran cursed, a rich white light appeared without warning, easily covering everything around him.
To be continued...