The moment the blood spurted out, the feeling of depression in Tang Guoming's heart suddenly relaxed, and the scene that seemed a little blurry in front of him gradually became clear, and even the buzzing sound in his ears gradually faded.

After trying to move his arms a few times, Tang Guoming supported himself hard, crawled towards Baolei who was lying on the ground with his hands and feet. Before Tang Guoming could climb to Baolei's side, Baolei, who had originally fallen on the ground with his back, struggled to sit up, reached out to cover the wound that was constantly spitting out of his jaw.

Without caring about the situation behind him, Tang Guoming looked at Bao Lei, who had obviously not recovered his mind and had just reached out to stop the bleeding with instinctive actions. He rushed to Bao Lei, who was sitting on the ground, and slapped Bao Lei, who was sitting on the ground, and lay down on his back again.

He reached out and grabbed the first aid kit with him from his waist. Tang Guoming reached out and pulled Bao Lei away the slap he covered on the wound to check the wound, while shouting in Bao Lei's ear: "Don't move around! What is your combat code?"

He looked at Tang Guoming with a blank look. Bao Lei, who was pressed hard on the ground by Tang Guoming, hesitated for a while, and then hesitated in a daze: "Thunder...Thunder God..."

Accompanied by Bao Lei's actions of opening his mouth to answer, a stream of Yin Hong's blood had already surged out of Bao Lei's mouth. He saw that the wound penetrated from Bao Lei's jaw into the mouth, and then the iron piece that almost cut Bao Lei's tongue into two halves, Tang Guoming quickly took out a can of hemostatic gel from the first aid kit and sprayed it on Bao Lei's penetration wound without saying anything.

After the light green hemostatic gel came into contact with blood, it quickly formed a ball of gel with tiny foam, blocking the wound tightly. The painkiller mixed in the hemostatic gel also played a role in an instant, allowing Bao Lei, who was originally so painful that his muscles were trembling unconsciously, to quickly calm down.

He pulled Bao Lei to a corner of the street, Tang Guoming pulled out the self-defense pistol from Bao Lei's leg holster and loaded it and stuffed it into Bao Lei's hand. Then he shouted at Bao Lei's eyes, who was still a little distracted, and said, "Stay here and don't move, protect yourself!"

Seeing Bao Lei nodding at him slowly and slowly clenching the handle of the automatic pistol with his right hand, Tang Guoming turned around and leaned against the corner of the wall and observed the movements on the street according to the gun.

Obviously, it was because the hidden angle happened to be within the range of the bomb's killing. Pan Guan did not seem to have any harm. At this moment, the gun was dodging several gunmen from the other end of the street and fighting fire. Not far from Pan Guan's side, Halbala, who was holding an m60 machine gun, also relied on the wreckage of a concrete roadblock, and stopped and fired at several gunmen who were approaching.

Gu Weisu's figure was gone on the street that was blown away. But the unique sharp gunshot sound of the sniper rifle in Gu Weisu's hand was always making a crisp sound like a timpani drum on the battlefield!

Quickly pounced on Harbala, Tang Guoming fired a long shot at a gunman who kept leaping towards him, and shouted loudly at Harbala: "Where is the opposite?"

The m60 machine gun controlled by his hand kept roaring, and Harbala shouted loudly: "The firepower is equipped with the m-gun clan weapon and a single-soldier grenade launcher. A machine gun group and two snipers were arranged at the commanding heights. The liver killed the machine gun group and one of the snipers, and was hunting for the second one!"

After hearing Harbala's response and looking at the tactical actions made by several gunmen who alternately covered their positions, Tang Guoming immediately knew: "We and those Americans thought of going together!"

Looking down to avoid the rain of bullets, Harbala shouted loudly while changing the links: "How did they know we would go this way back to the Pink Charlie Hotel?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Guoming and Harbala were shocked and exclaimed in unison: "Pink Charlie Hotel!"

Without any hesitation, Tang Guoming quickly pressed the button on the communicator, and the shouting sounds were already a little tearing: "Fu Xiaofei, inform you of your situation!"

There was no Fu Xiaofei's response in the communicator as Tang Guoming thought. Instead, there was a strong electromagnetic interference whistling. After releasing his finger pressed on the communicator, Tang Guoming's face turned pale. He turned around and called a series of combat sign language in the direction of the sound of the sniper rifle guns: "Cover us to advance quickly and go to the meeting place!"

The gunshots of the sniper rifle became increasingly dense after Tang Guoming made a series of tactical sign languages. After seven sniper rifles sounded, a gunman who was leaping towards the direction where Tang Guoming and others was, fell to the ground as if he was struck by lightning. The blood splashed out from the wounds that were as big as a bowl on his chest almost broke out more than one meter high!

Seeing that Gu Weisu had begun to open up a passage for him, Harbala suddenly flattened the gun and began to suppress and shoot at several gunmen who were dodging on the streets. While Harbala was shooting, Pan Guan, who also saw the tactical sign language produced by Tang Guoming, suddenly jumped up and arched his waist to attack several gunmen who were unable to lift their heads because of the machine gun.

Almost as Pan Guan was moving, Tang Guoming suddenly discovered that in the area where the two sides exchanged fire, there were several hunched black young men lying on both sides of the street. The torn linen cloth on the two black young men had been thrown aside, and the DIY steel ball bomb bound on their naked bodies was in sight!

A tiger pounced suddenly, and Tang Guoming rushed to Pan Guan's side with several arrows, pressing Pan Guan, who was rushing to the ground: "There is a trap!"

Just a little stunned, Pan Guan also observed the black young men who were shivering on the corner of the street and had already helped the DIY steel ball bombs: "When did Americans learn this way of fighting? These have always been suicide bombs used by those low-end African mercenaries and terrorists. They completely ignored the rules of the war?"

With a gloomy face, Tang Guoming responded anxiously: "Like us, they have no national background now, everything they do is mercenary behavior. The so-called rules of engagement are bullshit for them!"

As he finished speaking, a violent explosion suddenly came from the porch of the Pink Charlie Hotel. As the explosion sounded, the exaggerated porch of the Pink Charlie Hotel collapsed. The smoke and dust stirred up like a yellow dragon, rolling straight along the street!

Without waiting for the anxious Tang Guoming to issue any orders again, the gunshots of the sniper rifle had already sounded from behind Tang Guoming and others. With the sound of the gunshots of the sniper rifle one after another, several body-bound bombs shrank on both sides of the street, and the black young men who had just blocked Tang Guoming and others to the path to the pink Charlie Hotel were immediately blown into fireballs!

Behind the broken flesh and blood falling from the air like raindrops, Tang Guoming and Pan Guan jumped up, and fired alternately according to the guns, and rushed towards a few gunmen who were blocking the streets. Behind Tang Guoming and Pan Guan, Harbala supported Bao Lei, who was unable to move on his own, and the m60 machine gun that had smoked in the barrel of the gun fiercely began to shoot...
Chapter completed!