Chapter 120

"Rush!"

Bahram began to sprint with all his strength and had no time to look around.

It was completely dark, and every dark corner in front of him seemed to see a flash from the muzzle of the gun.

The only good thing is that the machine gun hasn't been set up yet. Maybe it's too nervous after being approached. The two boys are playing with the support hard.

"Run to death!"

Bahram shouted to his men and put all the power he could use on his legs to get the fastest speed.

His muscles became hot, and cold wind poured into his lungs, making them feel as if they were burning.

Bullets from the others fell around him, but hit nothing.

There was no pain or strong impact. Someone suddenly shouted. He didn't care to tell who was shot. If he stopped at this time, he would die.

"Keep running!"

He roared and rushed at each other as hard as he could.

Finally, the machine gun was set up, the muzzle of the gun was sprayed with torrents, and the bullet rain stirred the earth.

But Bahram had come close enough. He crossed the firing range of the machine gun. He couldn't stop. At the same time, a sliding shovel fell sideways to the ground while a man pointed a gun at him.

When he looked up, he just saw Homer stabbing his dagger into the attacker's chest.

When the other party kept screaming, the gold medal thug of the gang raised the man with his empty hand, smashed at the panicked people who wanted to drag away the machine gun, and pulled out the knife in an instant, so that the man's cry stopped abruptly.

The gunshot announced that another enemy left in the bunker was destroyed. Robin was not only accurate in throwing his knife, but also particularly accurate in shooting.

After a while, the firepower point that had plagued them for a long time was completely removed.

"Come on! Come on up!"

Bahram hurriedly called the following team members to a safer height, but there was only a heavy gasp in the walkie talkie.

He immediately climbed to the edge of the bunker and saw that others were struggling to climb up, but two new bodies were lying in the gravel with blood, and one of them was still moving.

It's Ford.

Bahram's eyes saw his injured player lying outside and immediately wanted to run to save the other party, but his wrist was caught by haomo's powerful hand.

"Don't do anything stupid."

The other side lowered his voice and said:

"I can feel that there are many guns pointing here in the jungle... Do you know a tactic that uses the injured to attract the rescuers into the trap. I was hit once, and my face was almost split."

Homer pointed to the shallow scar on his forehead.

"Homer was right."

Robin made a rare comment.

"If you run out for less than ten seconds, you will be sieved by bullets. I can't lose anyone anymore. Think about it."

"But he's not dead yet."

Bahram said between his clenched teeth, still struggling to get up.

Perhaps after hearing this, Ford endured the terrible pain on his body, propped himself up and knelt on one knee.

Then he made a gesture in the direction of Bahram. This gesture is a common gesture used by the Star Army, and the meaning is also very simple.

He took over the command.

It was enough to attract the attention of the gunmen in the jungle.

They shot another shower of bullets, and Ford's body trembled as it was torn apart by the impact of the bullet, and then fell forward into the bloody gravel.

Finally, the only two people were lucky to climb up the edge of the bunker, meet with Bahram, and bring a blood stained signal gun and three signal bombs.

Bahram roared. He grabbed his gun, his face flushed and his eyes protruded.

"Where are they? I'll kill them, I'll kill them all!"

Haomo grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close nose to nose.

"Calm down, Bahram, now you're the captain! Your responsibility is great -"

Halfway through Homer's words, he stopped.

He heard the voice of giving orders from the other end of the jungle, which was a little far from here. Unless the previous attackers in the jungle were so big that they dispersed their troops, there was only one possibility.

More attackers are gathering.

They are now like a bleeding animal, falling into a river full of piranhas.

"Everybody, clean up here. Let's retreat to the stronghold."

Homer whispered and let Bahram go.

The team immediately took their places, touched the bodies of the dead on the ground, took away all the ammunition and materials, some followed haomo to the northeast corner of the stronghold, and the rest followed Bahram with machine guns to the northwest corner.

At this time, some panic can be heard in the stronghold.

When the only remaining people appeared in sight, haomo waited for a while and let them approach. It was obvious that they were ready to leave the stronghold.

This is a very smart move. After losing the cover of machine guns, they can't hold here with their weapons. It's better to give up decisively and find a safe place to hibernate. Maybe there will be a turn for the better in the next few days.

However, they did not expect that Bahram and his party were so bold that they directly touched the vicinity of the stronghold without any warning.

At this time, it was completely dark.

After the men had moved away from all the strong shelters they could easily reach, haomo ordered to fire.

Bright flames erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullets flew to the fuzzy shapes.

The scream filled the air, and the people who did not die immediately wailed in pain.

Three other figures dragged the people on the ground to the other side.

"Let them go."

Bahram ordered and took another targeted look at haomo.

"We are here to test, not to kill. They have failed. Don't torture them, and we can't waste time."

With that, he went back to the west entrance of the stronghold. There was an iron door, which was not thick. It opened as soon as he pushed it.

Bahram lit the flashlight and found that it was almost empty, only some straw mats, and there was a smoking campfire in the middle of the house, which was undoubtedly caused by the previous "residents".

Now it's cheaper for them.

"It's safe inside."

After checking upstairs, he found that it was also empty, but after several observation ports could see the movement around, Bahram called the people into the stronghold.

Then they closed the door and lit a bonfire.

At present, there are six people in the team. Bahram arranged two people as a group to take turns on duty on the second floor at night, use a flashlight as a searchlight, set up a machine gun and observe the movement around at any time.

Fortunately, the distributed flashlights are military grade. Even if you drive them for a few days, you don't have to worry about running out of power in the future.

After a day of tension and torture, these boys finally had time to breathe. While eating, they silently licked their wounds