Athlete was indeed fighting fiercely, and was stuck at the stairs by the enemy.

USEC, who guarded the stair door on the third floor, was very terrifying. He only fired a gun with a troll, then took it back with one shot, and then took it back with one shot.

Athlete wanted to throw away the thunder but couldn't get it up, and wanted to shoot but couldn't hit that pussy.

Being stuck is so uncomfortable!

He was so angry that he wanted to rush forward, but his brain sensible told him that he would never do this. The close-range trolls covered a large range of damage, and the danger was too high to rush forward.

Athlete could only press down under the stairs and wait for the crazy troll bullets above to finish firing.

"Don't worry about the third floor, clear the second floor first. Athlete, hold the stairs and don't let him down. Skif, hold the stairs on the other end." Ford gave the order.

These two instructions are very timely and have very high value.

There are two stairs on both sides of the building. They can simply stay in place without rushing up or rushing in.

In this way.

USEC personnel who have a defensive advantage will also be curbed offensively.

Then the three people who had already rushed up from the left stairs and were attacking the second floor under Ford's leadership, they could safely clear out the enemies on the second floor.

At this time, the USEC on the second floor had been chased all the way and was all concentrated in the locker room.

The three Fords who came up from the stairs on the left were shooting fiercely with USEC and his group occupying the locker room through the middle passage.

There are rows of storage lockers between the locker rooms and rows of red brick walls for separation, which have become the best bunkers for combat squadrons.

"borz, I'll suppress the locker in the distance."

After receiving an order from Captain Ford, Borz took out his riveter and pulled out his insurance, not daring to expose his body, so he just stretched out his hand and threw it out.

“Ah~”

The moment the grenade was thrown out, Borz yelled and withdrew his hand as if he was electrocuted.

Although there were bursts of heartache on the wrist, Borz did not forget what to do and shouted and reminded: "The grenade has been thrown away, it has been thrown away."

This is not to inform the people on the other side to pay attention to avoid it. It is impossible for the other side to hear the gunshots so densely.

Instead, convey instant information to teammates, so that teammates can prepare in advance, and after the grenade explodes, they can promptly connect to subsequent outputs.

Borz was not in good condition when he was injured. He grabbed his wrist and retreated to free up the combat space.

Everyone was crowded in the narrow stairwell and the corridor outside the locker room door, fighting against the enemies inside, and the space for movement was limited.

Retreatment of persons with insufficient ammunition or injured is the most basic operation.

"Borz is injured, Athlete, don't go in and give us cover."

Ford promptly notified Athlete, who had to rush in after the grenade exploded, then asked Borz loudly: "What's the injury? Can you continue? Do you need my help?"

"No, I'm fine, I can continue, you go fuck those stinky bitches."

The skin on Borz's face was so painful that it was leaping, and the blood on his wrist was dripping down, but he was not afraid. He took out his first aid kit and started bandaging himself.

A true man!

"Change the magazine!"

Just then, when he heard Athlete's tactics, Ford did not say anything more about his wife, and patted Borz and rushed forward to take over Athlete and fired.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong..."

There is a troll from the USEC opposite, which is extremely obvious when the rifle fires.

All of them are shocking.

Just now, Borz had just thrown his grenade. His whole hand was exposed for less than 0.5 seconds, and a big hole was fucked in his wrist. This troll fucked it.

In this narrow terrain, the trolls are really out of the way.

"Voron, I'm going to be crushed here, I need your help! Voron, your mother, hurry up and scream."

Athlete, who took a little step back, started to output irritably while changing the guide.

How bad his emotions are now show how urgent he is in his heart, hoping to get assistance from sniper firepower.

However, Voron received a box lunch at the beginning with his right time, place and people.

The body is almost cold now!

"No, we can't continue to do this. We are not in a good position."

Ford felt that it was not a solution to drag on like this, and he also guessed that the sniper was probably gone, and if he wanted to break through, he had to increase his manpower.

So when I was emptying a magazine and backing up, I waited for Athlete to fill it up, I called while changing the magazine: "skif, I am Ford, I need you to come here to help. Speed, please answer when I hear it."

"Okay, I'll come here right away."

After replying with the headset, skif stood up with a gun and was about to rush over.

"etc."

Demon called Skif and said, "Skif, I've shot it all. Fuck him a bastard. This bone is really hard to crack. Leave me some bullets."

The demon, who had recovered completely from the pain of being shot, did not just hold on to the stairs, but was trying to hit the ball.

pity.

He was not facing the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, but the elite PMC who was also proficient in combat.

When the opponent has already occupied a favorable position, it is almost unrealistic to fight alone without the help of heavy firepower and foreign aid.

Therefore, after the demon attacked for a long time, the bullets and grenades were still exhausted, and there was no gain.

"There are only those who share half of you."

Skif took out a magazine and a grenade and threw it to the demon in the air. He stopped pausing for a second, and ran down the stairs.

“Sukabret,”

Demon is very dissatisfied with this ammunition, and there is nothing else to do except spray swearing.

Yesterday, the two battles consumed too much ammunition. Without support supplies, the ammunition was left in a shortage. Coming here was a battle of burning boats.

Demon knows...

Skif is the biggest limit to being able to give him a magazine evenly.

Add the empty magazine in AK102 and replace it with the only remaining full magazine. Demon dared not rush again, making people helplessly find a place to squat.

Keeping this staircase and not allowing USEC to go up and down is the maximum performance limit of his magazine.

"Where have the USEC outside gone? Why can't anyone see it?"

Skif ran down the stairs and ran along the first floor to the opposite stairs. He watched the sides vigilantly, thinking that he would find USEC's attack.

As a result, he ran all the way to the other stairs and was not attacked by a single bullet along the way.

This puzzled him!

But the constant shouting and various gunfire and explosions from the upstairs forced him to put away his curiosity and hurry up to support him.

At this time, the battle situation on the second floor was fierce and chaotic, and it entered a white-hot stage.

As soon as the skif came up, his ears were filled with various sounds.

"There is no ammunition soon, I'm going to exhaust it. Who can give me some?"

"Twist a grenade to the fifth locker on the left, and that stinky bitch hid behind."

"I'm ready to grenade, press him down and put him in space."
Chapter completed!