Breaking out with the wounded, unable to move quickly, staying in place... is more dangerous. Wang Wei looked at Chao Xuefeng, their eyes locked. The two experienced and sharp-edged men instantly reached a tacit understanding. They must rush to the enemy's mortar position no matter what.
Stand out from the encirclement before moving into position.
"Kill me!" Wang Wei ordered domineeringly. The commando team, mixed with the wounded, formed a flawless formation and attacked the weak points of the encirclement. They still attacked like tigers and broke through bamboo.
The armed men blocking the way of the commando panicked and did not fire a few shots. The murderers who shared the same hatred rushed in front of them and had to fight hand to hand.
The melee between the enemy and the enemy is the specialty of the Blade Commando, and it also restricts the enemy's use of guns and grenades.
The top soldiers with sharp swords were selected from thousands, and all of them were masters of combat and combat. How could the people of East Turkistan block the killing moves of these murderous gods with all their strength? Most of them would fall down as soon as they met.
Wang Wei jumped up high and waved his right hand, which was like a knife, to smash the strong spine of the strong man blocking the road, and knocked the person down. His left hand was not idle, and the German P2) pistol in his hand fired rapidly, killing three people, including
A bullet almost grazed the back of Chao Xuefeng's head, killing the militant who was trying to attack Chao Xuefeng from the side and rear.
Close combat allowed the Blade team members to give full play to their well-honed combat skills, crushing the enemy with overwhelming force. Wang Wei and Chao Xuefeng looked around and saw that no one was left behind. Just rest assured and they would be able to stand out if they exerted more force.
On a hilltop three thousand meters away, the East Turkestan mortar team quietly drilled out of a tunnel. Numerous natural caves in the Hinduku Mountains and tunnels left by centuries of guerrilla warfare gave them the ability to elusive. A dozen people skillfully set up the five-door pp93 model.
60 mm caliber mortar.
The muzzle of the gun was pointed towards the melee area, with obvious disregard for the life and death of his own people.
"Our warriors in East Turkestan died for the jihad, and their souls will be blessed by God." The masked man in charge of the mortar team folded his hands on his chest and prayed with his head turned to the sky.
The loader in front of the mouth let go after hearing the order. Then the shell shot high into the sky at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, drawing a perfect parabolic trajectory and hitting the melee area. The shrapnel generated by the explosion harvested lives regardless of the enemy or friend.
Fortunately, the members of the Blades wear body armor and helmets. If they are not hit in the face or neck, their lives are generally not in danger, unlike the East Turkestan people, who are all killed.
Explosions continued one after another, and everyone on both sides fell to the ground. The disgraced Wang Wei stared at the distant mountains, gritting his teeth in hatred.
More than three thousand meters apart.
There is nothing the sniper can do, and in a state of melee, the sniper is completely useless.
Wang Wei also discovered that all the effective forces of East Turkistan were swarming towards the point, and immediately ordered "rush out!"
The others had no objections and knew that if they were besieged again, they would be in danger. They braved artillery fire, helped the wounded, and struggled to break through the encirclement.
Wei Chao Xuefeng led eight people to the rear, fighting and then retreating.
No one was left behind, but most of them were wounded. More than a dozen people were incapacitated. The marching speed was imaginable. More than two hundred people were following behind them, hundreds of meters apart. On the hilltop in the distance, the East Turkestan mortar team fine-tuned the firing angle and range.
The shells fired by the pp2) mortars that exceeded 5,000 meters were like tarsal maggots, exploding one after another around the Blade team members.
Wang Wei used up the magazine of the M4A1 carbine and replaced it with a pistol. He knew how bad the situation was. At this point, he only had one thought in his mind...fight until death.
Forty people marched three kilometers under a hail of bullets and artillery fire, and finally got out of mortar range, but at the cost of four more people.
Almost all of the thirty-six people alive were in trouble, and the more than ten people who were seriously injured would definitely die if they did not receive timely treatment. Zhao Yang, who had previously led a reconnaissance team to the Near East Turkestan Training Camp, said sadly: "I won't leave, I want to
Avenge your fallen comrades!"
"Yes, I'm not leaving!"
Twenty or thirty people spoke in unison. Wang Wei and Chao Xuefeng, who was hiding behind a rock and setting up a booby trap, looked back at the stopped team members with a sad expression and remained silent.
The two knew that they would not be able to escape with so many wounded people, unless they allowed the wounded to stand behind them to stop the enemy.
At this time, one of the wounded said: "Captain, let us injured ones stay, so that we don't have to be a burden, but we can also stop the enemy. We will die... We will die well, and we will have no regrets."
"We would like to stay."
"Captain, take your brothers who are able to leave quickly. We can't all die here."
Wang Wei looked at the enemy who was cautiously approaching a hundred meters away, and then at the wounded who looked as if they were dead. As a sharp-edged veteran who had been on dozens of overseas missions, he had never been so frustrated and sad as today. The palms and backs of his hands were full of flesh. He patted his chest before he came.
Promise the head of the base that no one will be taken back after the mission is completed.
Now... there are heavy casualties. If we leave the wounded again, we will really fail. It is better to crash to death. After thinking about it, he stared at everyone with tears in his eyes and said slowly: "If the earthen jar is not broken far from the wellhead, the soldiers will inevitably break."
I died before, today...I will definitely accompany you until the end."
"If you can't escape, then you will fight to the end." Chao Xuefeng said as he replaced his gun with the remaining magazine, leaving his wife and children behind in order to defend the dignity and honor of the military.
Of the thirty-six people, excluding the seriously injured and unconscious wounded, nearly twenty were able to fight. Each found a bunker, took out all the grenades and magazines, and prepared for the last fight.
The moment they became members of the Blades, they had imagined what would happen today and were always prepared, so they knew they would die but were fearless!
"Let's have a cigarette, Prince Yama doesn't have anything like this." Wang Wei took out the crumpled cigarette case, pulled one out and handed it to Chao Xuefeng who was lying beside him.
Chao Xuefeng took the Yuxi cigarette, sniffed it with enjoyment, lit it in his mouth, and said while smoking: "It's a good cigarette, but it's a pity that I won't have the chance to smoke it in the future."
In the distance, more than 200 East Turkestan militants were slowly pressing over. Many of them were carrying 60 rocket launchers. Several leaders were chattering to boost morale. The mortar team moved again to provide fire support for their own people.
After appreciating the close-combat style of the Sharp Blades, the people in the East Turkestan Army did not dare to get too close. They kept a distance of 70 meters and either crouched or lay down to wait.
One side stood still and waited for the mortar to be ready, while the other side did not fire randomly in order to save ammunition. The wilderness between the two mountains became quiet.
Pass! Pass! Pass!
Mortars were fired.
"Kill them..." Chao Xuefeng jumped up and rushed towards the waiting enemies. Instead of just waiting to be killed, he might as well take the initiative and kill a few more people.
Wang Wei followed Chao Xuefeng.
Others are not far behind.
This is a desperate charge, with no return.
At the critical moment, people on both sides suddenly heard the roar of helicopters coming from far away, and subconsciously looked up at the sky. Four Russian-made armed helicopters flew across the ridge with great momentum.
Shit, there are helicopters?
Zhao Yang watched the helicopter appear behind the East Turkestan armed forces and was completely desperate.
