The American fighter planes roared and came straight to the air-raid shelter.шшш..

This was the fifth wave of air strikes by the Americans, and this time at least twenty fighter jets were dispatched.

The fighter planes plowed the front and both sides of the Pusu Gorge again.

Then they flew to the location where the Americans determined that the tank battalion, grenadier battalion and armored battalion under the 107th Independent Brigade might be located, and bombed them again.

But the people in the air-raid shelter were still safe and sound.

Seeing Nasnia's rock-solid appearance, none of the combat staff dared to speak.

What's more, now Nasnia has been talking nonsense. Kasic and several officers also pretended to be panicked and lied about the military situation, talking about tank battalions, grenadier battalions, armored battalions, etc. with heavy casualties.

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The operational staff members also immediately understood. They stared at the bugs covered with cloth on the table and performed even harder.

As for the American army, when they heard that they had suffered heavy casualties, they exploded even more happily.

"We can't stand it any longer, brigade commander, we have to retreat quickly." Kasich took a calm sip of water, and at the same time, an officer on the side immediately understood the idea, stepped on his boots and ran in in a panic.

"Retreat for whatever reason, I will die with them today." After taking a bite of the apple, Nasnia shouted loudly.

"No, brigade commander, if we don't withdraw, it will be too late. All of our people will be dead." Rakitic roared in grief and indignation.

"General, let's leave the green hills without worrying about firewood. Let's leave quickly." Luo Lin tugged on her clothes and rubbed them a few times, as if she would not give up until Nasnia was taken away.

"Bang!" Kasich took out his gun and fired a shot at the dome not far away, then smashed a kettle next to the table to the ground.

"No, the general was shot!"

Nasnia rolled her eyes at him, you didn't follow the script, you overacted. But he had no choice but to say: "Come on, come on, I won't retreat even if I die in battle."

"Monterey Admiral" cruiser Winston looked at Michael Dawson, staring at the bright spot on the electronic map that was rapidly heading towards the air raid shelter. He smiled slightly and said: "Michael, look at this situation, your seals can handle it."

It’s Nasnia. But it’s a pity because they move faster than your seals.”

"Picking peaches! This should be the credit of our seal boy." Colonel Dawson was surprisingly angry. Judging from the monitored audio, Nasnia could no longer stand it.

At this time, the ghost force was dispatched to capture the opponent's leader. This was equivalent to taking away the fruits of victory that their SEAL team was about to obtain.

The SEALs suffered so many casualties and were about to succeed, but others took the fruits of their victory. How could this be tolerated?

This is simply unreasonable.

With a livid face, he walked to the command room below and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Rosim, how is the situation over there?"

"We have broken through the second line of defense, but we have been suppressed by their firepower on the third line of defense and cannot get up."

"How is it possible? The other party can no longer withstand it. You grit your teeth and attack me, otherwise the credit will be taken away by those evil-minded guys."

"Colonel, we will suffer heavy casualties this way. We have already lost sixteen brothers."

"But, I don't seem to have heard many gunshots?" Colonel Dawson frowned and listened carefully to the sounds over there. It was clear that there were only sparse gunshots.

"This opponent is probably hiding, Colonel. My suggestion is to retreat immediately." Rosim's voice also became a little suspicious.

"Rosim, my intelligence shows that they only have less than one platoon of troops left. I think you should launch a strong attack immediately and make sure to capture Nasnia alive. I will ask for credit for you."

"Okay, sir." Rossim was obviously a little reluctant, but if he didn't fight at this point, wouldn't his brothers have died in vain?

"Up, up, up!" Rosim jumped up, grabbed an M4 himself, rushed out of the bunker first, and charged upward.

The others were stunned for a moment, but immediately followed.

Sure enough, except for a few sparse gunshots, there seemed to be not much movement.

Rosim was overjoyed. In addition to ordering the two machine guns to continue to suppress the mountain with fire, he ordered the others to climb up quickly.

After successfully advancing for more than 20 meters, we came to a relatively narrow place.

Rosim looked at it and saw that it was less than a hundred meters away from the entrance of the air raid shelter above.

There were also many corpses of soldiers from the East Slavic region lying around.

The soldiers became excited, victory was just around the corner.

And just as they continued to prepare to climb up, the machine guns behind them suddenly roared desperately.

"Sir, it's bad, their armored vehicles!"

Rosim took a look and saw three ounces of infantry fighting vehicles and two tanks emerging from the corner of the hill.

The muzzle of the black hole was instantly pointed at them.

"Da da da da!"

The anti-aircraft machine gun on the tank instantly sprayed out strings of flames.

The tanks also fired fiercely at them.

At the same time, halfway up the mountain, all the firepower points that were originally silent were revived in an instant.

"Ah! Ah!"

"Oh God, I can't believe it, we were ambushed." Colonel Dawson's heart-rending roar came from Colonel Dawson's headset.

"Damn it, get out! Get out! Get out!"

"Damn it, what kind of damn information is this!"

"Boom!" After a loud noise, Colonel Dawson shuddered and never heard any news from Rosim over there.

"What the hell!" Dawson punched the table hard and looked back at Winster with a livid face.

Winston, who had long been petrified, suddenly leaned down and shouted at a Marine Corps lieutenant colonel over there: "Immediately order the Marines to rush to the site of the incident and pick up the seals."

"Damn Dragon Slayer, why haven't you taken action?" Winster stared at the bright spot that was only about 17 or 18 meters away from the air raid shelter but was moving slowly. His veins suddenly popped out and he didn't care about any secrets.

He yelled out directly.

It's a pity that the other party won't listen to his orders, and he can't listen to his orders. One of his captains is at least a brigadier general. He's a lower rank than him, but he won't take advantage of him.

At this moment, the battle at the 107th Brigade Headquarters has become intense.

After the SEALs got into the ambush, they were beaten by at least a hundred people. Under the cover of the only two tanks and three armored vehicles left in the 107th Brigade headquarters, the remaining nearly 100 people in the 107th Brigade used almost all the bullets and weapons they could.

The grenades and other items were all thrown out in one fell swoop.

The anti-aircraft machine guns on the tanks and chariots roared desperately, almost flattening the trees on the entire hillside.

After leaving more than 20 bodies behind, only less than five of the 30 or so SEALs who participated in the attack escaped.

The team leader, Major Rossim, was hit by an artillery shell, and after being injured, he was beaten to a pulp by an anti-aircraft machine gun.

But the fighting didn't stop there.

Although several SEALs couldn't hold on and escaped, one man ran straight out of the bunker, brandishing his sword, dodging left and right, facing the gunfire, and charged directly towards the mountain alone.

Although bombs and bullets exploded around him from time to time, and even hit him directly.

But he didn't realize it and continued to move forward at high speed.

There were several East Slavic soldiers who were sniping on the mountainside. They tried to engage him in hand-to-hand combat, but were immediately killed by him with lightning speed.

"A warrior, or a high-level warrior." Kasich stared at the American who was advancing crazily with a shield, his brows furrowed.

"He must be killed!" Kasich stared at the light spot approaching them quickly, his eyes bursting with anger.

Several special operations team members concentrated their firepower, coupled with the anti-aircraft machine guns on the armored vehicles, and used bullets like rain to form a huge wall of bullets in front of the yellow-level warrior.

The kinetic energy of two bullets could not stop the guy's progress, but countless bullets hit the light screen in front of him, finally forcing him to stop.

But at this time, an armored vehicle drove out slowly, rushed towards the guy, and rushed down.

That was a big guy of nearly 20 tons, and the slope of the hillside was more than 45 degrees. It looked almost straight and steep. If the armored car rushed down, it would definitely destroy the car and kill people, but as long as it hit that guy, it would definitely be

Not much better.

The armored vehicle roared and rushed directly towards the guy who was pushing upward with his light shield.

The guy finally realized the danger and was about to be hit by the armored vehicle. He had no choice but to roll on the spot and ran to the other side in an instant. The armored vehicle rushed down the mountain next to him.

Kasich watched helplessly as the armored vehicle sped toward the bottom of the mountain and instantly erupted into a huge fireball.

However, it's not over.

Another tank drove out. It was a tank that had its turret blown off by the American army but still had power. The driver in the driving seat was even clearly visible.

He stood up slightly, as if saluting the comrades around him and saying his final farewell.

Then he drove the damaged tank and quickly hit the guy who hadn't gotten up yet.

Before the guy with the light shield could climb up, the tank rolled over his thigh.

The light shield was gone, and his leg was finally crushed.

Another tank drove out. The driver of the tank stood up from the driving seat, raised his arms, and rushed straight towards the guy who hadn't gotten up yet in a decisive manner.

"Boom!" This time it finally hit the bullseye directly.

The tank hit the guy directly and ran over him.

He fluttered, and the light shield shattered instantly.
To be continued...