The gunfire resounded through the winding valley, and then gradually subsided. Lin Rui frowned: The battle situation is developing to a side that is not conducive to them...The opportunity for both sides to attack by surprise has been lost. All that is left is hard grinding. The number of personnel and the degree of armed forces are the Achilles heel of the Anmore Liberation Organization, a guerrilla group, and they cannot continue.

Time does not wait, we must resolutely evacuate! Lin Rui gritted his teeth and braved the rain to lead the remaining team members and the guerrillas through the valley and climb up a remote hillside.

Lin Rui clings to the rock wall on the right side, always on guard for the cliff on the left side that opens a wide mouth and falls if he takes a few wrong steps. Through the bright moonlight, he vaguely saw a sparkling sea ahead. Of course there is no sea on the mountain, but a huge lake. A black guerrilla finally couldn't help but knelt to the ground and cried. Their retreat path was blocked. This is a Jedi. They have no possibility of evacuation.

"Impossible!" Lin Rui couldn't believe his eyes. "This lake can't exist. How can such a huge lake not be on the satellite map!"

Jiangan looked around and said with a wry smile, "We are too lucky, this lake did not exist. This is a flash flood caused by continuous rainfall, and then a dammed lake was formed in the depression of the hillside."

"Damn, there's no way out, are we going to die here?" Sergey sat down on the muddy ground in frustration.

"God treats you very well, so I let you take a bath temporarily." Sandro sighed.

"They're coming up!" a guerrilla shouted loudly. Before he could finish his words, he was shot and fell to the ground. Lin Rui turned the rifle swiftly and fired violently at the enemy. The militants of the secret society fell to the ground and died, their fingers still clenching the trigger of the gun tightly. A series of bullets shot out a series of sparks from the rock above Lin Rui's head.

"Go ahead and see if you can go around!" Lin Rui roared, turning his head, putting on a new magazine neatly, and moving forward.

"Some souvenirs that will make you remember Lao Tzu." Sergey also got up and shouted. Sandro and Crazy Horse, whose arm had been injured, joined their shooting ranks. The secret agency's team continued to advance along the mountain road, and the temporary line of defense formed by Sergey and others was tested again. However, under the combined offensive of Snake Eye and Yelena's sniper rifle, Sandro and Crazy Horse's assault rifle, and powerful grenades, they were quickly blocked.

The guerrillas who knew it was difficult to escape also rose to join Sandro and others' defense. However, although their resistance was firm, most of them were stragglers, and it was not a climate after all. Soon after, the secret society armed forces under the command of the Red Baron began to attack their last defensive zone. The secret society armed forces first rushed into a narrow canyon frantically, followed by a fierce battle that is inextricably difficult to solve.

The entire valley was surrounded by secret society forces, and all the weapons fired at once. Lin Rui used an assault rifle to kill the militant closest to him, and then rushed up the **** in three steps in two steps, dragging the original machine gun of Crazy Horse out of it and clamped it on the rock. Several firepower points armed by the secret agency shut up.

He yanked the gun, turned his gun to the left, and aimed it at a group of armed secret agencies at the other end. The front sight of the M249 class machine gun appeared in front of him. When it was in a straight line with the militants below, he pressed the trigger and fired, and a bright muzzle flame burst out. The secret society below was armed in a panic, lying down or using tactical actions to evade, jumping out and tumbling to avoid. But there was always someone who happened to fall into Lin Rui's line of fire and was pierced by a fierce bombardment. The secret society militant slid to the ground, the big hole pierced in his chest was still bleeding.

Lin Rui turned the muzzle again and aimed at another group of secret society armed forces. He poured a devastating rain of bullets toward the target. Finally suppressed the opponent's firepower, and the grenades fired by his teammates around him also made the secret agency armed several strong firepower speechless, which made them feel a little relieved.

As soon as he restrained this group, Jiang An warned him that the people armed with the secret society were approaching again under the hillside. Lin Rui had to switch the gun fire back and forth between the enemy troops on the ground that was flooding like a tide.

The desperate guerrilla soldiers also opened fire, and the grenade exploded. They thought that there was not much hope of alive this time, so it was better to fight to the death and end everything with a contempt of everything. The poor do not chase, and the mourning soldiers will win. Sometimes despair can make people mad, and madness is also a power.

The militants of the secret society strode towards the edge of the hillside. They poured intensive firepower on the rebels very organized. Although they were blocked for a while, they had excellent individual quality and played very tactically. Although there were some casualties, it completely suppressed the anti-government guerrillas on the hillside. Lin Rui knew this well.

The Chief of Staff of the Rebel Philo shouted: "Offensive, soldiers of Anmore!" The soldiers of the Rebel guerrilla unit concentrated their firepower on the charged secret society armed personnel. Countless bullets shot in all directions, sobbing into the surrounding rocks or the bodies of the armed personnel of the secret society. Of course, more resistance fighters were killed.

The other rebel guerrilla saw his brother falling down, and couldn't help but roar—who sounds full of pain. The black guerrilla turned around, raised his AK47 and fired. The ground was trembling, and the angry rebel guerrillas rushed up the **** and swept across the secret society below. Until he himself was hit.

In the end, he was shot several times, knelt on one knee, and raised the assault rifle in his hand with difficulty. All the bullets of the AK47 assault rifle were shot out. His own thick red blood plasma gushes out from the wound torn by the bullet. He let out a low, mournful wailing and fell into a pool of blood.

Lin Rui knelt on one knee, replaced the assault rifle in his hand with a new magazine, and scanned the surrounding enemies. "Report the situation of each group." He shouted through the communicator.

The situation of the various groups was constantly reported, and Lin Rui's expression became more solemn the more he listened, and the situation was so bad that it couldn't be worse.

There were already less than 50 members of the Anmor guerrillas, which originally had more than 300 people. And most of them were wounded, and there were corpses behind them. Just lying flat on the ground full of muddy water, they are as cold as muddy water.

"Is it really over this time?" Crazy Horse sighed with a wry smile. "Perhaps I shouldn't have come out. After I retire, I should hang out in Minnesota and become a resident of the Shang Siouan reservation."

"You can't die. We will all live." Lin Rui said in a low voice, but for the first time he discovered that he didn't have much confidence when he said this.

(End of this chapter)