"No!" Klein roared, extremely desolate. "You can't just die like this. We have to rush out, we must rush out. We have the best warrior in the world, and we must rush out! Sure!"

Mond didn't say much, and when he looked at Klein, he felt a little more pitiful. "If your soldiers are really powerful, why are they forced to such an extent? At present, we can only concentrate our troops and try it. If we can't succeed, we are afraid that we can only explain here!"

Klein was stunned. This ending was something Klein had never thought of. Yes, his soldiers were powerful, but weren't half of them killed or injured? And the enemy, the facts proved that the enemy seemed to be more skilled!

"Second Lieutenant Klein, let's take a look at Izumibian Ichiro and Park Jung-sung to discuss it. At this time, don't divide each other. Bounce out and be one! Life is important. Let's put face aside!"

"Okay." Klein did not refuse this time. Compared with his life and honor, he really didn't need to think too much. He followed Mond out of the tent.

After more than an hour of blocking battle, there were still 100 people left in the poster special forces, and the rest were killed by the ambushed sniper. Even if they were well-equipped, they could not avoid headshots from others. There is no helmet in the world that can withstand the bullets of the AWP gun!

Izumibe Izumi was in a very bad mood at this time. He organized no less than five charges, all of which were blocked back, with heavy casualties and more than half of the casualties! His morale was also greatly affected. Just fifteen minutes ago, Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Izumibe Isolated most of the time.

"What should I do now?" Park Jung-sung looked depressed, and his sticks fell one after another, just like a harvester harvesting corn, falling down one by one. Park Jung-sung had only seventy or eighty people left at this time, and the ammunition was quickly consumed!

Izumi Ichiro's face became even more gloomy when he heard this, and he said angrily: "Don't bother me! Get out of here! Damn, don't you see me commanding the battle? What should I do? You are so stupid that you won't think of a way yourself! Dior!"

After being scolded by Izumibe Ichiro, Park Jung-sung was not angry. Looking at the embarrassed team, a chill rose in his heart. This enemy is too powerful, I am afraid he will explain it here.

"No, Koizumi, we are an alliance. You can't do this!" Park Jung-sung said with a thick face: "Hundreds of years ago, my ancestors went to Japan to be envoyed, but they left a lineage in the island country. Maybe we are still a family. How can you ignore us..."

Izumi Ichiro was furious, and his waist was rubbed out and put it on Park Jung-sung's neck, and he said angrily: "Believe it or not, I slap you with one knife! Damn, you don't fucking tiles on your face, are you going to die? Is that a damn ~! I have never met someone more shameless than yours in my life! What a chicken or a bait thing!"

Park Jung-sung's face turned blue and white, he felt unhappy but didn't dare to speak much. He stood beside him stupidly, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, Mond and Klein came over and looked at the war below. There was a hint of solemnity on their faces. They looked at each other and Mond slowly spoke:

"Izumibe Izumi, I think we should integrate the troops together. This opportunity is much greater. It will be useless if we continue like this. The enemy's firepower is too strong and the combat experience is extremely rich. We just rushed out and asked to be beaten up!" As he said that, he aimed at Klein on the side, "So I discussed with Second Lieutenant Klein to integrate the power and break through together!"

Klein had no airs this time and said straight: "Yes, only by uniting us can we rush out. Our reinforcements have been dragged down by the enemy and even eliminated. Now we can only rely on ourselves, and no one can rely on us."

Izumibe Izumi frowned slightly. Although he was in a bad mood, he didn't care too much at this time. He agreed:

"Okay, then everyone gathers their troops and beat them up. Even if they use corpses as flesh shields, they have to rush over! We can't all fall here! We must rush out!" A hint of cruelty was painted on Izumibian Izumi's face. In desperation, I was afraid that he could only use corpses as shields.

Mond looked tight when he heard this, and finally he held back and said nothing. Perhaps this is the little contribution the dead brothers have made to everyone.

"Izumibe Ichiro, how many people are left? Mond and I have nearly 600 people left. There are ammunition, where are you?" Klein asked, while glanced around. He still knew this. It seemed that Ichiro Ichiro also suffered heavy losses.

Izumi Ichiro looked gloomy and said sadly: "I charged for many times, and now there are only about 200 people left, and some of them have been slightly injured. The ammunition is almost exhausted. To be honest, I don't have much combat power anymore."

Klein couldn't help feeling disappointed when he heard this, but there was nothing he could do at this time. One more person would give him more strength. Perhaps relying on these more than two hundred people to hold back the enemy and win a chance for breakthrough for himself? After a long silence, Klein calmed down and said, "Let me give you the surplus ammunition, it's best to hand it over to the uninjured soldiers. Remove your people first, eat something, and replenish your strength. We will launch the general attack in fifteen minutes!"

"This time we have no way out. If we fail, we will be successful!"

Izumibe Izumi's face turned ruthless, "Okay! Just do this, if you don't succeed, you will be successful!"

Mond and Park Jung-sung still said nothing. They were just tragic. Before leaving, all the beauty in their minds seemed to have become bubble-like fantasies, which took advantage of the Canglang Gang, but now there is nothing! The Canglang Gang's revenge is undoubtedly fierce, cruel, and even unable to bear it!

"This battle may be the last stop!" Mond murmured, looking desolate, but helpless! Since some things have been done, there is no room for turning back. "Fight, fight."

Fifteen minutes passed in a hurry, and a team of less than 700 people stood together. At this time, there were no one else, the old Mi soldiers lost their arrogant aura, and the island soldiers also lost their vulgarity. From time to time, a sound of artillery fire sounded everywhere, and the feeling of tragic surged into my heart, and it was impossible to add to it.

"Soldiers, my brothers!" Klein said before, "We have no way out now. There are no reinforcements. There are only guns in our hands and only swords at our waists! There is no choice, rush and fight with these bastards. If we want our lives, they are still short of ability! Even if we die, we have to support ourselves!"

"I don't want to say much. I just hope that some of you can rush out and remember the shame and disaster we encountered today. There is still a chance to avenge us in the future! Even if only one person rushes out, we have to rush out and have no choice! Surrender without fighting, that is not the style of a soldier!"

"Brothers, take up the gun in your hands to defend your life and defend our own dignity. This battle is inevitable! Fight and let the damn enemy tremble under our feet, beg for mercy, children, fight for your ideals..."

Klein's speech was like a dose of stimulant. A team of nearly 800 people rushed down in a mighty manner. This time it was still the area defended by vultures! Grenades and machine guns never stopped, bombarding wildly, yellow sand was everywhere, wars were flying, and screams were repeated!

"Brothers, follow me!" Klein was still shouting.

"Ah!" The yellow sand that fell from his mouth was spitting out, and the vulture cursed inwardly, "Damn, these guys have to fight us. Damn! Beat me hard, beat me hard!" The vulture took the lead, holding the machine gun, swept over, and the enemy fell one after another, but the enemy did not give up and died one after another, just like a beast's life was worthless.

The vulture opened his eyes wide in shock, "I'm the best! How can I fight so hard? No, I have to call reinforcements!" He took out the intercom and was about to yell a few times. A strong wind swept over and the thunder of a motor sounded in the sky.
Chapter completed!