A shell exploded not far from the headquarters. There was a sudden nervousness in the trenches, and shouts came from a position not far away.

Scarface stretched out his head to look outside the gate of the shelter. There were several militia soldiers lying there, one of whom was obviously dead, his head buried in the mud. The other was injured and leaned back on the collapsed mound, with two legs resting on the broken wood, and his head and neck hanging upside down under the mound.

Several other militiamen are rescuing him.

Outside the shelter, three soldiers were carrying the wounded soldiers along the trenches. Their headquarters was well covered, and they were not found by the enemy or hit by a shell, which made people feel lucky; at the same time, everyone felt that the threat of the enemy was gradually approaching.

"We can't just sit here and be beaten, we have to find a way to attack." General Quinn wanted to command his men, rushed out of the trenches, and fight with the enemy.

But seeing the injured soldier and the enemy's shells pouring down again, his idea of ​​"rushing out" disappeared.

"Reinforce our fortifications!" General Quinn changed his words.

"Mortar shells, there is nothing wrong. Their heavy artillery was destroyed by us. Otherwise, a high-explosive grenade, except for the reinforced concrete fortifications over there, can resist most of the bunkers." Lin Rui whispered.

Riding on the sparse artillery shells, these militiamen immediately began to work until they put more than half a meter of mud on the top of the shelter, and the low wall at the entrance of the shelter was thickened.

The enemy finally reached the position, and the closest squad to the enemy was the confidant unit before General Quinn, but it was replenished after several battle losses. There were almost fifty veterans left, but they still clung to the most dangerous places.

The company commander died because of a shell in the shelter. The commander now is a platoon leader.

The charge of the enemy infantry arrived near the trenches they were guarding. The wounded soldiers have no time to bandage their wounds. All soldiers who can still hold guns are still combatants and must return to their positions and continue to fire at the enemy.

On the other side is the position of the mercenaries. Their condition is slightly better, but there are also many casualties.

Scarface was scratched by shrapnel, enduring the pain, controlling the firepower of the machine gun, and shooting at the enemy. He could see clearly that the bullet he shot penetrated into the body of the Orumi Federation soldier who was running in front of him.

The black soldier was tall, with his head bare, and an AK47 in his hand. After being shot, he ran forward four or five steps before falling down with his belly.

"It's another one!" Scarface roared. Every time he shoots one, he will count out loudly. Let these mercenaries following him help him count.

An enemy was killed. He was shot with a headshot just over fifty meters away. The entire head burst, and blood sprayed from his neck.

Scarface knew at a glance that it was a sniper. He immediately cursed in the communication channel, "Damn, Eric. I don't need your help."

"Really? This guy rushed to you within fifty meters." Eric mocked. "Anyway, you have to admit that I saved you. It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. But you must admit it in your heart. of."

"Fart!" Scar's face was annoyed.

The stormtroopers of the Orumi Federal Forces are like swarms. But it is by no means chaotic.

All of these soldiers bowed their heads and bowed. They seemed to have received strict training. When running forward and charging, they still maintained a hierarchy. The ones who were in the front always ran ahead and those who were behind were always behind.

One of them was supposed to be a federal officer from Orumi. Behind a low wall, he popped up from time to time, raised his assault rifle in his hand, and fired "bang, bang," and shouted: "Fight! Go on! No! Look back!" Several soldiers beside him fired at the soldiers who had retreated privately.

"The supervising team is on. These guys are ruthless." Sergey whispered.

The firepower of the defending militia was not weak, causing the Orumi Federation forces to have little effect even under the gunshots and threats of the supervising team.

Most of the soldiers rushed in a few steps, then leaned down, their heads and faces pressed tightly to the ground, avoiding the oncoming bullets. They turned their heads from time to time to see if the people behind were rushing up.

The formation and speed of such a charge enable the sniper to observe the enemy calmly and choose important targets from the enemy group.

The Orumi Federation officer exposed his head to the low wall again. The warden beside him fired more than ten rounds in a row, and ordered the soldiers who had fallen on the ground to get up and continue to charge.

Yelena didn't let this good opportunity of blinking be missed, and buckled the trigger, a bullet flew out of the muzzle, and a cloud of blood mist burst out of the officer's head. The supervising team no longer showed up.

Lost the control of the supervising team, these Orumi federations didn’t know how to get up from the ground in a panic, some turned around and ran, some got up and fell down, and some trembled against the counterattack team. Random shooting. Then continue to run.

This charge seemed to have been repelled again.

Charges like this continued many times in subsequent battles. The enemy made six such charges in two hours. In these few assaults, the militia has suffered considerable losses, but after all, it is the defender and has a geographical advantage.

Not only did they hold onto their positions, they even killed several grassroots officers of the enemy army.

Lin Rui was not idle for a moment. He and several positions were informed about the overall situation of each position by telephone.

He also braved the enemy's frenzied fire and walked to the frontline observation post. He talked a few words with Quinn and the others whose eyes were red, and then hid behind a high wall with Quinn, watching the fierce battle scene with binoculars.

Bullets occasionally flew over their heads and ears. In the morning on a dark battlefield, the air was muddy and the scene was desolate.

The enemy's charge was temporarily suspended, as if no enemy's movement was seen. All that came into my eyes were some scorched walls, collapsed houses, bombed bunkers, shattered bullet shells, and many scars from shells and bullets.

Most of the houses here are earthen walls, originally red or yellow clay color, but now they are smoked into black and gray by smoke and fire. Lin Rui moved the telescope repeatedly up and down, left and right, looking for the enemy's position.

"I'm okay right now, but I don't know what is going on with Hassan?" General Quinn couldn't help asking.