The gunfire in the combat area of ​​the Third Squadron was slowly becoming thinner, and the bayonet slowly poked out of the jungle.

At this moment, gunfire sounded in the area where the Fifth Squadron is located in the distance. From the communication channel, more than 400 Vietnamese rebels were attacking our troops, trying to rescue the more than 300 Vietnamese rebels in front of them who had already died.

Unfortunately, the Vietnamese rebels' ability to obtain information on the battlefield is much lower than that of the Hurricane Special Forces.

They didn't know that in fact, the surrounded Vietnamese rebels had almost wiped out, and it was meaningless to rescue them again. Instead, their rescue caused the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade to open a pocket again and surrounded the troops who came to rescue, allowing them to follow in the footsteps of the previous encirclement and annihilation of the Vietnamese rebels.

However, these situations have little to do with the Third Squadron. At this time, the bayonet's face was full of reluctance, because during this encirclement and annihilation operation, the comrades of the Third Squadron were mixed with the enemy, causing the casualties of the Third Squadron to become extremely serious, which made the enemy in front of the Bayonet hate it.

"Do you want to run away? Even if I agree, can the comrades who died in our squadron agree?"

In front of me was a frontier machine gun position that was temporarily built when the enemy was defending, and there were three people.

The machine gunner was obviously reimbursed at the first time and lay there. Another one rolled aside, pressed the grass and spread out his limbs. One hand was holding a Type 56 submachine gun that we helped more than ten years ago that was exactly the same as in his hand.

Another guy was wearing a bandage on his head, sitting next to the machine gunner, pillowing on the machine gun, ak-47 on his legs, and blood was emitting from his chest.

He looked around, and there was a grass in all over the fields, and he could not see anything, but in fact, with the intuition of a bayonet hunter, he saw a blood stain extending forward. If he read it correctly, a group of Vietnamese rebels gathered in this direction just now and protruded in this direction.

The bayonet remembers that the bloodstain should be an important figure in the Vietnamese rebels. A group of Vietnamese rebels took this person away regardless of their own efforts, and they left several corpses for this.

"No matter who it is, I will definitely catch you!"

The bayonet snorted coldly. The latest task that the third squadron has received is to eliminate the remaining enemies here. That is because the captain Wen Feng saw that they were hurt too much, so he made such a task, which made their third squadron not have a big battle and was hurt so much. The bayonet really hated the Vietnamese rebels in front of him.

"Three soldiers come next to me, act with me, and the enemy will flee in one direction!"

"I understand! I'll do it!"

"And me!"

“…”

Under the command of the bayonet, the responses of several soldiers sounded from the communication channel of the Third Squadron. The soldiers spontaneously made the best choice based on their locations and moved forward from several directions to the position where the bayonet was concerned.

"The enemy has wounded people, so they should not go far, but will they be there? Maybe they just hid here and didn't leave!"

The bayonet led the three soldiers to chase them all the way. They moved very quickly. Under the continuous battle, although it was raining in the sky, sweat and rain were sandwiched together. Coupled with their physical exhaustion, they made their foreheads sweaty.

"Discover the enemy!"

“Position 323,214!”

"There is a hole in the ground, and there are sounds inside! It seems that there are many people!"

"If an enemy shoots, be careful!"

"what to do?"

"Use grenade!"

"clear!"

After searching continuously, after nearly ten minutes, I didn't see anyone. The bayonet felt something was wrong. He felt that the enemy could not run so fast no matter what, so he asked these soldiers to search back and forth. Everyone went to a hillside and reconnaissed along the hillside on the hillside. Unexpectedly, they really found a problem.

A warrior opened the grass and found a cave of a wild beast. There was a vague sound inside. The warrior rushed out to observe. A bullet suddenly fired, almost brushing the warrior's forehead and flew out. In shock, the warrior issued an alarm. The bayonet was experienced and immediately reminded the warrior in the communication.

The soldiers were very agile and immediately pulled the gun in their hands, then took a step forward, pulled a handleless grenade, and deliberately let him stay in his hands for a while, and then threw it into the cave.

The grenade rolled in round and a scream came from the cave. Then there was a loud bang, followed by a loud bang.

The detonation was successful, and the huge series of explosions overwhelmed the fierce guns and cannons in the distance. As soon as the explosion stopped, the bayonet rushed up the hillside quickly. Fire flashed on the hillside, and then a stream of white smoke emerged. He saw a soldier poking his head out in front of the cave, but what the bayonet and the soldiers did not expect was that this would stab the hornet's nest in a flash.

A shaking sound jumped out of the cave, and the soldiers subconsciously swept the guns. The shaking enemy fell to the ground without having time to hum, but then the bayonet heard several whizzing sounds, and then the footsteps became more and more obvious, and four or five figures seemed to be moving in the jungle at the same time.

There are so many enemies here? The bayonet shouted in surprise: "Who? Be careful!"

Before he finished speaking, the bullets of the submachine gun swept over and rushed towards the soldiers in the distance. Fortunately, when the bayonet screamed, he quickly flashed and the bullets hit the ground where he was just standing, causing the bullets to fly.

"Damn it, there are still a bunch of enemies who are still operating in an organized manner!"

The bayonet immediately turned red. He raised his gun and pointed the edges at the places where the bullets were fired just now, but at this moment, the gun was also aimed at his direction.

"Be careful, there are enemies!"

"Note, it seems that we were ambushed, there was a team of enemies... a team of enemies..."

Baekabad didn't know if the other two soldiers had encountered the enemy, so he quickly issued a warning in the death channel. Then a big tree flashed behind his body, and the bullet hit the tree with a pounding distance. Because the distance was too close, a bullet actually passed through a piece of the trunk and hit his shoulder, which immediately made blood flow from his shoulder.

"Attack, there are about four to five enemies! Detour on both sides, pay attention to cover!"

The enemy was coming very fiercely, and the bullets of the submachine gun almost burst into rushing over, making the bayonets lie down on the ground and unable to raise their heads. The enemy shouted and rushed over in a fan shape. Only the grass in front of them was rustling, and the enemy was getting closer and closer, forcing Yang Hongyu to retreat. While he retreated, he also issued orders to combat to other soldiers.

Da da da da da! The bayonet retreated and shot. Under the enemy's firepower, he could no longer straighten his back.

Several Vietnamese rebels shouted and rushed over from the left, front and right sides. The bayonet reacted quickly and suddenly withdrew the gun and threw out three grenades at the fastest speed. Two of them were grabbed by him and threw them out. The handleless grenade exploded in a series of 10 to 12 meters. He lay tightly on the ground, not daring to look up at all.

Amid the series of explosions, there were serial screams of falling to the ground. But there were still enemies who were not killed. From the upper right of his, bullets from the submachine gun kept hitting him less than a foot away. Obviously, the grass was dense, the sight was not good, the shooting was blind, and the angle was not right at all.

From the gunshots, he felt that there was only one Vietnamese rebel left, so he felt relieved. He had already used an assault rifle in his hand, and now he was preparing to counterattack with a fierce fire in the direction of the gunshots in the grass.

But he only fired two bullets and was empty again! The bayonet quickly reached out to touch the magazine in his pocket. What made him feel a little depressed was that he had fought with the enemy so fiercely that he actually found that the magazine was empty. Fortunately, he touched the grenade behind him again, so he raised his hand and threw it out.

The grenade threw it out with a whizzing sound and rolled onto the only enemy. The Vietnamese rebel seemed to be slightly injured in the beginning of the explosion, but the Vietnamese rebels reacted quickly. In this case, he knew that he would immediately withdraw his gun and stop shooting, and jumped toward the bayonet.

In just a moment, the enemy rushed to him. The guy's face was covered in blood, shaking his head violently, and blinking his eyes. It turned out that the blood was confused by his eyes. It might be that the shrapnel of the grenade hit the upper part of his eyes just now, but this guy was very tenacious and brave and not afraid of death. He was crazy and was going to work hard.

There must be a bayonet on the assault rifle of the bayonet, but he didn't have time to fuck the gun in his hand and squatted up. In desperation, he squatted naked and squatted suddenly, rushed up, and then hugged the man, hugged him in the waist, and pushed him hard.

However, the Vietnamese rebels rushed down from the hillside. The bayonet was sitting up and exerting force was weak. If he was put into the Vietnamese rebels, he could not hold on and was thrown to the ground in an instant.

The two of them happened to be on the mountainside. Both of them could not hold their bodies, and they rolled down from the hillside. The Vietnamese rebels seemed to be tall and big, and they were as tall as the bayonet. They hugged each other tightly, rolling down while trying to control their opponents. No one paid attention to them. They rolled down from the mountainside and got to the bottom of the mountain.

As they hummed and roared, they were basically on the verge of life and death. Both of them took out their strength to compete. They fell down the road and didn't know how many holes they had scraped and how many bags they had on their heads. They rolled to the bottom of the mountain, but neither of them had any care about the injuries they had on their bodies. As soon as they reached the bottom of the mountain, they tried their best to fight their lives.

Baekaboo was dizzy in his mind, but once his instinct as a warrior stepped onto the ground, he immediately kicked his left leg and then held the enemy's chest tightly with his hands. He wanted to pile up the enemy in front of him when he fell.

The heavy breathing sound came from the nostrils of the two people. The Vietnamese rebels were not showing any weakness at all. The guy was suddenly attacked by a bayonet. Although he was in a hurry, he bent down and hugged it with both hands. He also tightly clamped the bayonet's waist, trying to stand him upside down and fall.

Although this guy was injured on his head, it did not affect the stability of the lower plate at all. The bayonet fought hard to get breastfeeding, and the dragonfly shook the pillar and was always withstood him. But it was not easy for the guy to stand him upside down. Both of them agreed and insisted on going to the first thought, so they were stuck in a stalemate.

Even if the bayonet is usually born as a mountain hunter, he is naturally not strong enough. Unfortunately, he was shot in the shoulder just now, which made him a little unable to use it, and he was able to resist the Vietnamese rebels for a while.

The Vietnamese rebels were also quite tenacious. They suddenly tried hard and wanted to overturn the bayonet. Although the bayonet was red, they kept fighting with his efforts. The two of them suddenly used their reckless efforts, like a pair of wrestlers. The two represented two hostile countries, and were wrestling competitions without runners in this life-and-death battle, fighting desperately.

Gradually, the stalemate changed and the power changed inclinedly.

Due to injuries on the shoulder, the bayonet found that the right hand could not be exerted after a long time, so it was lifted up bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit.

At this time, the bayonet's right head and face were tightly pressed against the right waist of the Vietnamese rebels, staring at the ground. He should have seen the fighting dagger tied to the right calf of the Vietnamese rebels, but perhaps he saw it, but he didn't react and didn't think about using it. He just insisted on falling and pushing him down. Now that he couldn't beat him and was about to lose, he couldn't help panic. As soon as he panic, the original tactics changed immediately. He held the enemy's left hand and stretched down.

At this moment, he was immediately raised and his butt was facing the sky.

The bayonet struggled, and his feet flicked in the air.

The Vietnamese rebels held him and tried to move forward with no purpose. They only took two steps. The bayonet held the dagger with his left hand and stabbed him from the bend of his knee from behind, and then suddenly pulled it out. The Vietnamese rebel screamed, let go of his hand, and jumped to the side with one leg and avoided it. The right leg was dragged diagonally.

Here the bayonet hit the ground first, and his forehead hit the grass with a thud. With a chubby sound, the entire frontman had a close contact with the ground. When he got up, his nose was crooked and tears came out. He tried to open his nostrils, handed the dagger to his right hand, and then stabbed the general forward towards the Vietnamese army.

Because the bayonet was the key point of the legs and feet, and it was hard and hard, and it was very deep, which meant that one of the legs of the Vietnamese rebels had been destroyed. Now he stabbed it very quickly, so where could the enemy avoid it?

The moment the dagger was stabbed into his chest and abdomen, the bayonet only saw the Vietnamese rebels arching their waists and shrinking back, holding his hand tightly with both hands, and exerting force towards him, trying to reduce the force of the dagger stabbing in. He saw his bloody face full of horror, despair and pain, and the face that was the same as us was twisted, and the eyes showed an extremely pleading light, staring at him tightly.

The bayonet stabs forward with force, and the enemy pushes backward with force.

One thorn, one push, one thorn, one push.

Looking at the painful expression on the face of the Vietnamese rebels and the pleading light in their eyes, the bayonet opened and smiled. Although the dagger could not penetrate it with force and retreated, it would not be possible to lose confidence in victory at this time, there would inevitably be no hope of winning.

The more the bayonet smiled, his face was covered with mud or blood. At this time, he didn't feel it, but it made his face look particularly ferocious at night, and the Vietnamese rebels felt more and more panic.

Although the two of them were deadlocked and their four hands were held together, the balance gradually changed, and the bayonet slowly took the initiative. The two stood face to face, holding each other tightly with four hands, one step forward and one step backward, one step backward and one step forward, like urging drink.

The painful twist on the Vietnamese rebels' face became more and more terrifying, and the death light in their eyes became more and more intense. Seeing the enemy's appearance, the bayonet was revitalized and tried its best. With a roar, he pulled his hand out of his hand and took two steps back.

The Vietnamese rebels covered their chests in great pain, slowly moved into the grass behind with one foot, and slowly fell down.

"Report the situation!"

At this time, Baekabad looked at everything in front of him, but he had no time to care about the severe pain on his shoulders and head. He fought with the enemy for a while, but the two soldiers around him did not make him feel extremely worried.

But something that caused the bayonet to be extremely headache happened. When he was trying to turn on the phone, he found a noise of electric current coming from inside. He could not contact the soldiers. The phone seemed to have broken down when he and the Vietnamese rebels fell from the mountain.

"Damn it seems that I have to climb up and take a look!"

The bayonet was gasping for breath and looked at the mountainside in the distance. He didn't expect that he and the Vietnamese rebels had just rolled down and fell at least fifty meters. He gasped for a while, kicked the enemy's body away, took his weapon in his hand, picked up the ammunition in the grass on the ground, and he had to climb back to the mountainside alone.

When he climbed up the hillside, all the bodies of the Vietnamese army that rushed out of the dense forest to die were found. They were blown up by him with a grenade. There were four pieces in total, and they were covered in blood.

He found a slender hollow sniper rifle next to a corpse, which was also an svd sniper rifle. It seemed that these Soviets were really supporting Vietnam's rebels without any room.

The bayonet picked up the gun and looked at it. It was very good. It was perfect and it was not broken at all. He had touched this kind of gun and had also fired live ammunition. After all, there was no room for training the soldiers of the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade. Although his bayonet's sniper gun technique was not particularly good, so he could not enter the sniper squadron, but compared with the soldiers of the sniper squadron, the sniper ability of the bayonet was much stronger than that of the ordinary people.

The ak47 in his hand had no bullets at first. The bayonet found four magazines from these enemies. Finally, he looked at the sniper rifle. After thinking about it, he decided to carry it on his back. Now his communication device is broken and he is chasing the enemy again. He is fighting alone. Maybe this gun will be used at that time.

"Where are other comrades going? There are quite a few Vietnamese rebels just now, so they are not in danger!"

When he came up from the bottom of the mountain, he couldn't see his original comrades when he came up, so the bayonet was a little anxious. He searched and walked towards the place where the warrior discovered the enemy's cave at the beginning. He remembered that the warrior finally avoided the enemy's attack with his reminder. Is the warrior still there? It should be fine, right? He asked in surprise, but always felt a little uneasy.

The feeling of anxiety was always entangled with bayonets. He always felt that these enemies were appearing too suddenly. He had just chased after three soldiers for more than ten minutes. There should be two hills, but why are there so many of these enemies left? Are these enemies really they started to break up? Or is another wave of enemies coming? They actually have outside the reconnaissance range of our Eighth Squadron? Why has there been no report from the Eighth Squadron soldiers?

"not good!"

When he arrived at the entrance of the cave, the bayonet saw blood. At the same time, he also saw a Keraf helmet. The Keraf helmet was found in the cave. In this cave, he saw a body of a Vietnamese army and this helmet.
To be continued...