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"How long is it until dawn?"

"There are eight hours left."

"There are only eight hours left..."

After pushing the two houses forward again, Ryan's partner asked him the time now.

Both were silent for a moment, and the command vehicle asked them to pick up all the wounded soldiers left before seven o'clock.

Because once dawn is over, they are likely to encounter shelling again.

The Ministry of National Defense has already told them that the federal artillery has already begun to be loaded and will arrive at the front line in no more than a week, but how do you guard this **** week?

To guard with flesh and blood?

People have guns in their hands, and they are not prepared for this at all.

Therefore, at 7:30 at the latest, the entire line will shrink and then retreat, leaving the main battlefield of the city.

The idea of ​​the command vehicle is to move the main battlefield from the city, which is obviously more advantageous to the enemy, to the outskirts.

They even caused some soldiers who were not so seriously injured to start digging trenches in the field, planning to fight a battle of positions.

As long as they can delay the arrival of supplies and artillery, they will be able to take the city.

In other words, after eight hours, regardless of whether they can advance to the location where they were attacked in the morning, they must evacuate.

The two rested for a while, and Ryan took a mirror and observed the situation outside through the reflection of the mirror.

He found this mirror in this room. It is more appropriate to use a mirror than the crazy approach of poking out his head directly.

His sniper companion is also observing in the mirror.

The flares in the sky are slowly falling, the light it brings is getting darker and darker, and everything becomes extremely dark again.

After the darkness fell, the two took advantage of the faint night light, ran quickly on the street, and entered the next building.

As soon as they entered the building, the two picked up their rifles and began to search the room. They had already encountered two or three rooms with hidden enemies on the road.

Every movement was quick and careful, and this time they came across a closed door again.

It looks like it should be a bedroom or the like, with the door tightly closed. At this time, Ryan is no longer innocent like when he first arrived in Marillo.

He will no longer think about whether there are people in this room, and if there are people, whether these people are innocent civilians or armed men with weapons.

At this time, any strangers who appeared around him, he had subconsciously regarded them as enemies.

Ryan took a fragmentation grenade from his body, held it in his hand, and stood by the door, his partner on the other side.

The two cooperated very tacitly.

His partner gently held the doorknob, twisted it slightly, then nodded, and then slammed the door open.

Immediately after the fragmentation grenade in Ryan's hand was thrown in, neither of them had the desire to look inside. About three or four seconds later, there was a loud noise.

On the wall facing the door, there were three more dented craters, one of which was missing a fragment about the size of a pinky fingernail.

The two entered the room one after the other, the flashlight in their hands illuminates the room very brightly.

An adult male in the corner was seriously injured and was still struggling with his life. Ryan walked over, raised his gun calmly, and ended his life.

The man's body has been trembling, he has no strength to support his body, but he is still trying to hide something.

A few seconds later, there was a slight weeping sound.

Ryan pushed aside the man's body and saw a child, curled up in the corner.

In the darkness, there was an unspeakable silence and despair in his eyes looking at the two, as well as...heavenly hatred.

Even the light of hatred eventually covered everything else!

"You go out..." Ryan's partner said, he knew that Ryan couldn't make it.

Ryan was silent for a while, and left the room silently, then the sound of a pistol sounded in the room, twice in a row.

According to the habit of the Federal Army, one shot for the head and one shot for the heart.

After a while, his partner walked out of the room, both of them as if nothing had happened.

In fact, they all know that without the protection of their family, this child may be worse than dead if he lives in this chaotic place.

There is nothing justice about their behavior, maybe very evil, but everyone has their own reasons for doing so.

Just like Ryan, what he is thinking about now is to bring back those comrades who need help.

The whole house was cleaned up again, without anyone, they came to the window again, looking at the fluorescent hour hand and second hand on the watch, waiting for the light to come again!

The progress of street fighting is very slow and meticulous. Almost the entire city and every street has countless such cooperations in alternate reconnaissance.

They keep pushing forward, although slowly, but always forward.

At this time, in the command vehicle on the outskirts of the city, the faces of the commanders have not looked good since morning.

The advancing speed is too slow.

There is a straight line distance of about four kilometers from here to the temple. Considering the layout and construction of the city, the actual distance may be farther.

Almost six or seven hours have passed since the whole afternoon, and they only advanced a little more than two kilometers.

Every step is very slow. To ensure safety, they must ensure that there are no enemies in the house they have searched.

This led to their apparently insufficient number of soldiers, so the speed could only become slower.

In other words, if the situation is very good, and there is not much resistance and exchange of fire like the first half, they may have the opportunity to bring back their comrades who have been lost in the temple and near the temple.

But this is obviously unrealistic.

The further you go, the more difficult it is to advance. It is very possible that the speed of advancing will be reduced from 100 meters to ten meters, or even five meters!

The sudden sound of a telegram made everyone stunned. In the middle of the night, why would anyone send a telegram?

Perhaps it was the news from the Ministry of Defense. Soon the telegrapher parsed out the code, which made them somewhat incomprehensible-clear a 500-meter straight runway as soon as possible, and add lighting on both sides of the runway to show the width and angle!

Finally, I added an emergency, with the password of the Ministry of National Defense. This is indeed a message sent from the country.

The commanders don't know much, but they have already guessed that it might have something to do with the aircraft.

Some of the remaining people are organized and choose a place to start work. When office workers do one thing at the same time, things that seem difficult will become simpler.

At about 3:30 in the evening, the runway was completely cleared. Although there were still some irregularities, everyone did not rest, but continued to repair.

The sky gradually lit up, and the eastern sky was white, expelling the darkness of the night, and the stars were retreating. That was a sign that the sun of the king of stars was about to appear.

The gunfire in the city has become denser, it may be that the front line has accelerated the speed of advancement, and they have also come into contact with more enemies.

Street fighting is very anxious. The anxious place is that you don't know if the person you flashed by the window of the house opposite you for ten seconds is still hiding in that room or has gone to other places.

If you don't know, you have to test carefully, every metre of advancement is very difficult for everyone.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and Ryan's heart is constantly sinking. It's far from the temple...

He looked towards the temple in the distance. There was still about seven or eight hundred meters away, but it was such a short seven or eight hundred meters that he had almost no chance to go.

It was already 6 o'clock in the morning, and there was still about an hour left for the evacuation. At the current speed, there was no way to advance, let alone take those people and leave quickly.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter. Although it is getting late in the winter morning, people who have been fighting overnight can already see the surrounding things blurry without the need for flares.

With the constantly lit gun flames and flashing figures, Ryan realized how bold they were and how troublesome they were!

Almost all enemies were facing him, and the gunshots were more intense than an hour ago. It was at this time that he realized that the opponent might have been resting last night, and they began to participate in the battle with full energy.

Ryan is also very tired and sleepy, but he has never thought about going to bed and can't sleep!

In such a place where bullets would fly towards him anytime, anywhere, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

His body, his instinct also tell him, don't sleep, once you sleep, you may fall asleep forever.

But the people on the opposite side have no burden to sleep at all!

What kind of people are we fighting with?

Puff puff shots made Ryan lower his head, and several bullet holes appeared on the wall behind him. Now let alone pushing forward a hundred meters, it is impossible to even cross this street!

A kind of sadness, a kind of despair, seemed to begin to diffuse, and at this moment, Ryan suddenly froze.

There was a sharp whistle outside, which was a bit harsh, and it made people panic.

The next second Ryan slammed his dazed partner to the ground. The next second, a silent explosion exploded on the street, and then there was an explosion in his ears!

Shelling!

Ryan knew that sound, and he heard it often when he was in the navy.

The navies on the fleet called this sound "Reaper's whistle", to describe its terrible place!

It's shelling!

The earth is shaking, and the whole world seems to be collapsing~lightnovelpub.net~ The end has come!

When shooting artillery, I never felt how terrible the artillery was. Only when I became a target, can I understand how small people are in the face of war!

At the end of the first round of shelling, the voice of the correspondent of the communication team suddenly sounded around——

"The command requires us to retreat immediately, repeat, the command requires us to retreat immediately!"

"The enemy's shelling time was earlier than we expected. We cannot continue to advance without fire cover. We must evacuate here!"

At this time, Ryan fell into a state of dazedness.

I spent a whole night of work and did a lot of things against my wishes, and the result was... this?

It was also at this moment that a voice he had never heard before came.

Buzzing...

It's like mosquitoes are flying around in your ears?