At this time, Ye Tianming also noticed that the Indonesian soldiers on both wings suddenly retreated to the distance without any warning.
Ye Tianming shuddered, "Fuck it, fuck." These Indonesian monkeys wanted to carry out large-scale coverage bombings here, so they naturally didn't want to die under the bombardment of their own people."
Ye Tianming threw away the heavy machine gun in his hand, ran wildly and shouted to the headset: "Feng Zhen! Throw away all heavy weapons and retreat immediately."
"Captain! How could we leave you? If you want to die, you will die together, and if you want to live, you will leave together." Feng Zhen hissed.
"Old Feng! You are fucking farts. Leave quickly. There is not much time left. This is an order." Ye Tianming screamed wildly.
No one moved. Ye Tianming, who threw away his heavy weapon, could definitely break the world record at a speed of four or five hundred meters. It took less than 30 seconds.
Crossing the slope top position, bent down and grabbed the individual missile launcher beside Longye, and shouted without stopping: "What are you still waiting for? Run quickly." Only then did everyone throw away all the heavy weapons and follow Ye Tianming
Running wildly behind him.
Those in the world who are following this war have sentenced them to death, heavy artillery, and were hailed as the "God of the Battlefield" during World War II, no one can escape from the sky under its bombing.
Ye Tianming is a man who can create miracles, but this time he can still create miracles with his brothers again? Only God can know. Just as he said, the situation on the battlefield is ever-changing, no
At the last moment, no one can win.
The ground under my feet began to tremble violently, and the ground was lifted up by dozens of meters above the sky, shrapnel and gravel and all kinds of messy things flew everywhere.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
Just one time, hundreds of shells fired volleys, and the hillside where they were their positions was blown down a few meters and was razed to the ground within a few miles.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!" Another volley, the shells were closer to them. Ye Tianming and the others had already felt the hot air flow rushing behind them, shrapnel and gravel and soil fell behind them.
A place more than ten meters away.
With a muffled groan, a Chinese man running at the end and no longer had the strength to fall to the ground with a shrapnel inlaid on his legs. Looking at the Chinese man lying on the ground, the body of more than a dozen people suddenly ran.
Dun.
The Chinese shouted: "You guys run away, I'm dead, don't worry about me."
Ye Tianming turned around and shouted wildly, "Ah", and raised his body of 160 or 70 kilograms with his left hand over his head and carried it on his shoulders, and continued to run forward.
The Chinese shouted in tears: "Brother Ye, let me go quickly, otherwise none of us will run away and we will all die here."
"Shut up the fuck. I, Ye Tianming, have not left a brother on the battlefield. If you want to die, let's die together. When we arrive in the Huangquan, we will pick up weapons together and find these Indonesian monkeys to fight.
Fight to the death.”
"Okay!" The Chinese man wiped his tears and shouted: "Brother Ye! He followed you as a hero when he was alive, and I will follow you as a ghost hero even if he died."
"Haha!!!" Ye Tianming laughed wildly at the sky, "God, I want to see if you dare to take my life away from Ye Tianming."
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!" Another volley, and with each volley, the shells would extend forward by 200 meters.