Staying with the criminals killed, the psychological pressure can be imagined.
On the 19th, the elbow of the rifle was held in a pool of blood, and the blood penetrated the camouflage cloth. On the 19th, he could feel how thick and sticky the blood was.
Each of the thirty "trainees" entering the village has its own combat position, completes the perimeter encirclement, and provides cover and support for the comrades who have gone deep into the battle and cleared up.
On the 26th, 18th, and 16th, they guarded the battlefield where the firepower was the most concentrated. Xia Jinyuan, who had brought his troops to support, slammed directly over, and the three trainees who were fighting with him were beating like a drum. , The more the war, the more courageous, the more the fear before the war.
"No. 18, bearing!"
Even his voice was wrapped in a cold and sharp aura in the headset, and the 18th immediately responded and told the position.
"How are the other three people?" Xia Jinyuan asked again.
He had no way to contact Ye Jian, Baihe, and Weaver. He could only find out through the three of them on the 18th.
On the 26th, the blue bird replied, "Blue Bird solved the two firepower points and protected the Weaver Bird and the White Crane for in-depth combat. After me, the 18th, and the 16th, the current firepower is dense, but they are all within the controllable range."
Knowing that they were going abroad to fight for the first time, Ye Jian and the three of them did not dare to let them go together. They only had to guard the rear. Don't let the three of them fall behind and let the criminals take advantage of it.
Xia Jinyuan looked in the direction, slightly certain in his heart, not far away.
Gunshots reverberated constantly in the sky, and the experienced snow brigade veterans concentrated all the lawless elements in one direction, away from the already safe area.
Mobile operations in other countries are a major event, especially if they are completed without the knowledge of other countries, they must be resolved as soon as possible.
Xia Jinyuan, G3, and K7 came over from the left, and the trainees fired on the right, and went straight to the earth hut where the leader who had not been seen until now was located.
In the earthen house, a leader with a small black cap and traditional local clothing, about forty years old, sits on a gorgeous wool felt blanket. He closed his eyes as he heard the intensive gunfire outside, and there was no panic on his face.
He kept mumbling, and he didn't know what to say. Kneeling in front of him, the criminals who also wore the traditional costumes of the Kystani state, also muttered.
As the gunfire became more intense, the seated leader raised his hand. The voice seemed to be coming from a gloomy old well, with a gloomy chill, "Go, our warrior."
The kneeling two squatted again, as if they had completed some baptism, they were obviously solemn movements, but they had chills and hostility.
When they got up, there was a flashing red dot in their large traditional clothing, which was a suicide bomb.
The two got up and walked out. Instead of going outside, they walked towards a flat-roofed house, and never came out after going in.
This is a house with a spire and a dome of earth embryo walls. Although the walls are mottled and peeled and appear riddled with holes, it is the private house with the largest area in the entire village. There are high earth walls around it. People inside cannot see the outside as well.
There were people guarding the four walls. Because they occupied the high wall, the attacking Ye Jian seemed a little strenuous by shooting from top to bottom. They did not break through several strong attacks. Now that support arrives, the three of them can retreat temporarily.
"Stop the meeting, brothers are here."
Weaver leaned over to Ye Jian. He was sweating profusely and raised his hand to wipe the sweat. Wearing short sleeves, his arms were also sweaty, but the sweat increased as he wiped it off. Finally, he simply lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing his strong waist and wiping the sweat.