Amidst the rumble of grenades exploding, Picasso had a gloomy expression on his face. To be precise, he was very angry. These damn Yankees and British guys joined forces. The losses suddenly increased in a straight line, especially for these special air crews. The fighting power of the people in the regiment is really not as simple as one plus one. This also made Picasso vomit blood and prove one thing. These guys are not easy to mess with.
Now that it's not easy to mess with, I have to bite the bullet and go up. Especially when I heard the rumbling explosions from the Japanese side, it made Picasso feel cold to the lowest point. Where did these guys get so many hand grenades? Picasso collapsed. Kasuo thought about this painful problem. Their large number of hand grenades was a headache. He didn't know how many hand grenades they had.
Picasso was so angry that he clenched his hands into fists and said: "Hidden attack. Don't learn from the Japanese and pig-like ideas. The machine gunners suppressed the cover with fire. They spread out to find cover points. Kill Bellamy with all their strength." The rest are secondary. Covering the riflemen for long-range shooting. Fight to the death."
Bills' face turned bad. The Special Air Service Group really lives up to its name. No wonder it has been famous for so long. It has a well-organized division of labor and tacit cooperation. After the six people in front were finished, they replaced the next group and immediately loaded the cartridges. Another batch was changed. Repeatedly and with high-hitting shots, it was really enough to kill people.
Biers looked at the dozen fallen Nazi soldiers. He hesitated and said, "Sir, the opponent is a long-established army. How about we just have a tug-of-war here. Wait for the reinforcements to arrive. We are here." Implement two outflanks. When the time comes, they will take off their wings and escape."[
Picasso did not lose his mind this time. After listening to Biers' advice, Picasso was unwilling and said with a ferocious face: "These damn guys, wait for the reinforcements to arrive and slowly deal with them. Biers, please go ahead." Everyone should find cover on the spot. Don’t imitate the stupid Japanese suicide charge.”
"Yes, sir." Biers was a little relieved at this time that his commander had not lost his mind. Through Picasso's suppressed anger, Biers knew that Picasso was close to the breaking point at this time. He was just restraining himself forcibly. Picasso was just as Biels thought. He restrained himself from exploding under extreme circumstances.
'Hey, sir, you can finally control your rationality.' Biars looked at Picasso's ferocious expression, shook his head and sighed. Biels followed Picasso's instructions and decisively ordered a tug-of-war to take cover on the spot. The first was to delay time, and the second was to slowly deal with the two teams, especially the firepower of the Yankees. Beers was flustered.
"Ah~" Suddenly a man from the British Special Air Service screamed. Two bullets were drilled into his chest. He fell to the ground and vomited blood. He struggled and tried not to scream. Hearing this There were screams. Bellamy, who was trying his best to resist, was completely heartbroken. Another guy was injured.
Ma Yingfei stopped shooting and moved her eyes to the injured hand. She hesitated for a moment and looked at Bellamy's face. She said a little frustrated: "Bellamy, I have to tell you some bad news. Farooq was hit. And It’s still on the chest. It’s very dangerous. Surgery needs to be done immediately to dig out the implant. Otherwise…”
Ma Yingfei did not continue what she said. Instead, she held Farouk's hand tightly with one hand. Another brother fell. And it was during a battle. Even if it is safe now, there is nothing we can do. They have no doctor. No. The only way to dig for Farouk is to wait for death in this situation. Or to give Farouk pleasure so as not to die from pain and torture.
"Damn it." Bellamy gnashed his teeth and cursed. As for who he was scolding, Bellamy didn't know who he was scolding. He knew one thing. He was very troubled and distressed now. It's normal to be shot. He was most afraid of being fatally shot. There is no way to save the parts. That is extremely frustrating. No one is a doctor, so we can only let Farooq wait for death slowly.
When Bellamy was angry, the sound of Nazi soldiers shouting in the distance and the sound of tinkling objects being thrown towards him were heard again. Upon hearing these sounds, Bellamy's face changed drastically. Now he was sure of one thing. Well, these are hand grenades. And they are the same wooden-handled grenades they are using now.
"Grenade, cover and get down." Bellamy immediately shouted loudly. After hearing Bellamy's call, the team members, who had a perfect tacit understanding, all squatted against the wall to cover. Boom~boom~ Several explosions were heard. .Even if you are standing on the wall, you can still feel the shaking of the wall. It’s so dangerous.
Bellamy stepped forward immediately after the explosion. He found that the three Nazi soldiers had unexpectedly moved back to a distance of fifty meters away. Bellamy picked up a submachine gun and shot at the three Nazi soldiers. He seemed to hate these sneak attacks. .Bellamy fired without ceremony. The dull sound of submachine guns shot directly at the three Nazi soldiers who emerged.
Faris suddenly came to Bellamy's side. While assisting Bellamy to kill the sneak attacker, he said: "Bellamy, now we only have to ask for help from Cruze and the others opposite. They have the doctors we need. Farouk's injuries may be salvageable. It's still too late to get there. It's too late and Farouk will not be saved."
Farris knows Bellamy's temper. This guy usually doesn't ask for help or anything. But he is very loyal to his brothers. He almost responds to their requests. It is precisely because of his forthrightness that he is loved by his brothers. Now Faris had no choice but to use the emotional card to enlighten Bellamy. Faris knew that Bellamy would not be happy if he found out.
"No...ahem...no...don't beg...beg them...I...I'm fine..." Faruk heard Faris's words and the whole person was talking intermittently. Faruk knew that Bellamy and the Yankees The grievances and grievances on the other side. The person who didn’t want to step into hell because of himself. He owed the favor for nothing. It’s not worth it and it’s unnecessary at the same time.
"Farooq, shut up. Take a good rest." Ma Yingfei glanced at Farooq and interrupted Farooq angrily. Just asking for help is nothing. Unless Bellamy doesn't care about Farooq. Ke's life or death is another matter.
"Yankee." After Bellamy finished shooting the submachine gun, he immediately squatted down and began to change the box. He hesitated after hearing Faris's words. The last thing he wanted to do now was to ask Gou Bin for something. But now After hearing what Faris said, his face became hesitant. Now I am afraid that I have no choice but to lower my face and ask for help.
When Ma Yingfei heard Faris's words, her whole body showed a glimmer of hope. She asked uncertainly: "Faris, are your words true? Very good. Bellamy, don't you hesitate to talk about your bad things now?" It's time to do something. The grudges must be made clear. Farooq's life is in your hands. Forget it. If you are embarrassed to go, I will go."
After receiving Faris' confirmation nod, Ma Yingfei turned around and asked Bellamy on the side. Bellamy had a hesitant expression on his face. A somewhat disappointed Ma Yingfei decided to go over on her own. Bin was immediately attracted by Bellamy on the other side. This made Ma Yingfei a little confused and a little angry at the same time. What did Bellamy mean?
Bellamy did not look at Ma Yingfei. After hesitating for a moment, he said without any doubt: "I am the leader. I will go. Ma Yingfei, take care of this place. Don't let the Nazis come over. I am carrying the law behind my back." Luke, come over. Doctors are precious. They can't loan them out."
Bellamy had no idea how Gibbs was treated by Gou Bin. It was not as good as worshiping gods as Bellamy imagined. It was just that he didn't have to work for Gibbs. Now Gibbs is still fighting in fear. You can't tell if someone will come after you or something like that next moment. You won't be treated as well as Bellamy thinks.[
Ma Yingfei looked at Bellamy in surprise. He didn't expect Bellamy to be able to pick it up and put it down. Amidst Bellamy's instructions, Ma Yingfei nodded with a look of shame and promised Bella not to. Mi did not talk nonsense to Ma Yingfei. Saving Faruk was the most important thing. Even if Gou Bin deliberately made things difficult, Bellamy accepted it.
Bellamy picked up the injured Farooq with both hands. When Ma Yingfei shouted to cover her head, ten grenades were thrown out at the same time. Bellamy was just in time to throw the grenades out. He picked up the weak Farooq and rushed out. Amidst the rumble of grenades exploding, the firepower on the opposite side suddenly weakened a lot.
"Shoot. Shoot the person who ran out. Hurry up. Damn it." Bang bang bang... Picasso found Bellamy running out and shot at Bellamy with a pistol. But Bellamy seemed to have It was as if the god of luck was nostalgic for him. Picasso fired several shots and hit him. He couldn't help but cursed in anger.
By the time the Nazi soldiers reacted, Bellamy had already run into Gou Bin's position. Picasso had the urge to vomit blood. He recognized that the person who ran out was Bellamy himself. .Missed the opportunity to kill. This made Picasso feel depressed and wanted to vomit blood.
"You trash, you trash, you are so angry with me." At this time, Picasso really wanted to take a gun and shoot all of them. Including Biers, he watched a big fish swim right in front of his eyes. .This kind of depression is not something that ordinary people can understand. At this time, Picasso had the urge to go crazy.
Biels was driven as crazy as Picasso went berserk. He unconsciously took a step back, away from Picasso, who was like a violent maniac. Who knows if he would find someone to take out his anger on when he vomited blood in confusion. With Picasso's troubled expression now, Biers simply stayed out of sight and out of mind and refused to provoke him.