This world is really strange. Who would have thought that a random person they saved on the way was actually the son of the guerrilla leader.
After the greetings, Snedal took the lead and said: "Thank you for saving my child. I heard that you are here to find the pilot. Are you Americans?"
Owen nodded, acknowledging his identity. He took out a photo, pointed at the person on it and said, "It's him we are looking for..."
The person in the photo was none other than Chris. Snedahl looked at the photo and said, "I'm sorry, you guys are too late. He's already gone..."
"Gone? In which direction?"
Owen had actually felt it in his heart. He had secretly looked at the identifier just now, and the identifier flashed, but the signal disappeared in a flash, indicating that Chris had been very close to him, but he was dragged on the battlefield at that time.
Then the signal disappeared again.
"Sorry, it was too confusing just now, and I don't know. Bull is the best soldier here. I asked him to escort the pilot away..."
Snedahl was embarrassed to say that he just thought his group was going to be doomed, so he had the pilot sent away.
Owen pondered for a long time, this was not going to work. If there were any traces of the pilot's actions before, now there were no clues at all. The guerrilla might have taken him anywhere, but there was no contact information.
"Snedar, what should we do? They are about to attack..."
A soldier ran over in embarrassment, with blood stains on his body. The fighting continued in the other direction. The two tanks were advancing in an orderly and slow manner just like Owen and his team before. A large number of soldiers followed the tanks.
From behind, I popped my head to look around from time to time.
"The organizers are holding them back while the rest prepare to retreat..."
Snedal made a decision, and the soldiers took the order and left, while the rest began to pack up their equipment and take away everything they could.
"Bullseye, go help them buy some time..."
Owen gave the order, and Swagger followed the order. The guerrillas' tactical quality was really unsatisfactory. Apart from leaving corpses on the ground, they did not hinder the tank's advance for even a minute.
Herman hoped that Irving and the others could create another miracle, but Irving knew that was impossible. Before, it was because of the tank failure, and they were still able to hide from the tank. Now, despite the fact that there is one less tank, they can grab it with the infantry surrounding them.
Tanks are simply looking for death.
Just because you can't capture the tank doesn't mean you can't delay their progress.
With a soft "pop" sound, the bullet fired from the grass accurately hit the machine gunner on the tank, and the gunfire stopped abruptly. Then came the second shot, and the shooter on the other tank was also sniped.
Seeing that Omega's men killed the two shooters with the strongest firepower in one move, Snedal's eyes lit up, but before he could speak, Owen urged: "Retreat, hurry up, we can't delay long.
time……"
After hearing Owen's words, the light in Snedar's eyes dimmed, and Owen ignored him, calling for Omega's men to retreat with the guerrillas.
"Man, you are so good..."
Seeing Swagger coming back with a gun, Fred went up to him and gave him an exaggerated hug. Just as he was about to say something, he received Owen's order to retreat. He was holding back his words.
Suddenly, the crowd burst into cheers, the guerrillas shouted something in Croatian, and they hugged each other in celebration.
"what happened?"
Omega's group was confused, but Snedal looked happy. Seeing that Owen and the others didn't understand, Snedal explained in English: "It's Portman. Your people just killed Portman..."
Owen looked at Swag, and the others also looked at Swag. What a coincidence, he just killed two machine gunners casually, and one of them was actually one of the two dogs Herman asked them to kill.
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Feeling the gazes of his companions, Swag shrugged helplessly: "I really don't know, I just want to be a machine gunner..."
Okay, the blind cat bumped into a dead mouse, but they finally fulfilled their promise.
The impact of Portman's being killed by a sniper was huge. After all, he was General Bourbon's right-hand subordinate, and was responsible for commanding Bourbon's personal guard. The enemy panicked, and the tank stopped advancing and stopped in place, with the turret pointing towards anyone.
They fired at places they thought were suspicious, and the rumble of cannons resounded all around.
Taking advantage of this destruction, the guerrillas quickly retreated from the direction where Owen and the others had been. Relying on their familiarity with the terrain, they quickly disappeared into the wilderness.
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In the wilderness, two figures were running fast. Bull and Chris ran all the way, not daring to stop for a moment, because a sniper was chasing them.
"Pfft~~puff~~"
The bullets kept chasing them, hitting the tree trunk nearby and making a muffled sound. Bull had been hiding with Chris in various places. He was an excellent guerrilla fighter with rich experience and knew how to deal with it in the woods.
sniper rifle, so we can keep the pilot alive until now.
The sound of gunfire in the distance could no longer be heard. Sasha took aim, and the muzzle of the gun moved with the silhouette of the people in the distance. He found an opportunity and decisively pulled the trigger.
"Puff" was heard twice, but the bullets were empty one after another.
Those two men were too cunning. They didn't move in a straight line at all, and all kinds of reverse thinking caused Sasha to miss several shots in a row.
Seeing the two running further and further away, Sasha stopped aiming and chased through the woods with his gun, his blue sportswear jumping among the trees.
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On the other side, Omega assisted the guerrillas in evacuating to a mountain col, and the team temporarily rested. During the retreat, the team temporarily divided into several groups and dispersed to various places, just to confuse the enemy and make them unable to pursue them.
"Thank you for your generous help..."
The panting Snedar expressed his gratitude. If it weren't for Irving and the others, the guerrillas might have been wiped out, let alone being able to withdraw. Although it's hard to say how many people will survive in the final teams, there are seeds.
There is hope.
On the other side, He-Man and Minato came up to thank Omega and apologize at the same time.
"You have done what you promised, and I will definitely help you find the pilot. I promise..."
"Yes, my team members and I will help you. Later I will send my people out to find out the news. Don't worry, we will soon find out their whereabouts..."
Snedal also helped, he really wanted to help. Omega had done so much for them, but they had nothing to repay each other.
"No, don't do this for now, I need you to do me another favor..."
Owen looked like he had a plan in mind, but several consecutive misses made him understand that continuing to search like this was not the answer.
"What's the rush?"
Both Snedahl and his son were a little curious and looked at each other.
Owen put on a mysterious expression: "That's it..."