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Chapter 4744 The war is raging

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    A shell exploded not far from the headquarters.  The trench suddenly became tense, and shouts came from the position not far away.

    Scarface stretched his head to look outside the entrance of the shelter. There were several militia soldiers lying there. One of them was obviously dead, with his head buried in the soil.  The other was injured and was leaning on the collapsed mound of earth, his legs resting on the broken wood, and his head and neck hanging upside down under the mound.

    Several other militiamen were rescuing him.

    Outside the shelter, three soldiers were carrying injured soldiers out along the trench.  Their headquarters was well-shielded and was not discovered by the enemy or hit by artillery shells, which made people feel lucky; at the same time, everyone felt that the enemy's threat was gradually approaching.

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

    But when he saw the injured soldier and the enemy's shells pouring down, his idea of ??"rushing out" disappeared.

    "Re-reinforce our fortifications!" General Quinn changed his words.

    "Mortar shells are no problem. Their heavy artillery was destroyed by us. Otherwise, except for the reinforced concrete fortifications over there, most of the bunkers can't withstand a high-explosive grenade." Lin Rui whispered.

    Taking advantage of the sparse shells, these militiamen immediately began to work until they covered the top of the shelter with more than half a meter of soil, and the low wall covering the entrance of the shelter was also thickened.

    The enemy finally reached the position. The squad closest to the enemy was General Quinn's former trusted force, but it had been replenished after several battle losses.  There are almost only about fifty veterans left, but they still stick to the most dangerous places.

    Because the shelter was hit by a shell, the company commander died.  The person in charge now is a platoon leader.

    The charge of the enemy infantry reached the vicinity of the trench they were guarding.  The wounded soldiers had no time to bandage their wounds. All soldiers who could still hold guns were still combatants and had to return to their respective posts and continue to fire at the enemy.

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

    Scarface was scratched by shrapnel. He endured the pain and controlled the firepower of the machine gun, aiming at the enemy and shooting.  He could clearly see that the bullet he fired penetrated the body of the Orumi Federation soldier who was running towards him.

    The black soldier was tall, bald, and holding an AK47 in his hand. After being shot, he ran forward four or five steps before falling down holding his stomach.

    "Another one!" Scarface roared.  Every time he shot one, he would count them out loud.  Let the mercenaries who followed him count for him.

    An enemy was killed more than fifty meters away from him with a headshot. His whole head exploded and blood spurted out from his neck.

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

    "Really? This guy rushed within fifty meters of you." Eric mocked, "No matter what, you have to admit that I saved you. It doesn't matter if you don't admit it with your mouth. But you must admit it in your heart.  of."

    "Fart!" Scarface was furious.

    The stormtroopers of the Orumi Federation Forces were like a swarm of bees.  But it is by no means a random rush.

    "These soldiers all lowered their heads and bowed their bodies. They seemed to have received strict training. When running forward and charging, they still maintained a hierarchy. Those in front always ran in front, and those in the back always fell behind.

    One of them should be an Orumi federal officer, popping up from time to time behind a low wall, holding up the assault rifle in his hand, shooting "bang bang", shouting loudly: "Charge! Charge up! No!"  Turn back!" Several soldiers around him opened fire specifically on the soldiers who were retreating privately.

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

    The firepower of the defending militia was not weak, so the Orumi federal troops, even under the gunfire and threats of the battle supervising team, had little effect.

    Most of the soldiers rushed forward a few steps and then crouched down with their heads and faces pressed tightly to the ground to avoid incoming bullets. They also looked back from time to time to see if the people behind them were rushing up.

    Such a charging formation and speed allow the sniper to observe the enemy calmly and select important shooting targets from the enemy group.

    The Orumi federal officer put his head on the low wall again. The supervising team members beside him fired more than ten bullets in a row and gave orders:The soldiers on the ground got up and continued to charge.

    Yelena did not miss this good opportunity to blink. She clicked the trigger of the gun and a bullet flew out from the muzzle. A cloud of blood mist suddenly burst out of the officer's head.  The supervising team no longer showed up.

    Losing the control of the supervising team, these Orumi Federation got up in panic from the ground. Some turned around and ran away, some got up and fell down again, and some trembled in front of the team that fought back against them.  Shooting randomly.  Then he continued running.

    It seems that this charge was repulsed again.

    Charges like this continued many times in subsequent battles.  The enemy held six such charges in two hours.  In these few charges, the militia troops suffered considerable losses, but they were the defenders after all and had a geographical advantage.

    Not only did they hold on to their position, they even killed several low-level enemy officers.

    Lin Rui was never idle for a moment.  He had phone calls with several positions and learned about the comprehensive situation of each position.

    We even braved the enemy¡¯s crazy shooting and walked to the frontline observation post.  He talked for a few words with General Quinn and others, whose eyes were red, and then hid behind a high wall with Quinn, observing the fierce battle scene with binoculars.

    Bullets occasionally flew past their heads and ears.  It was a sunny and dark morning on the battlefield, the air was turbid and the scene was desolate.

    The enemy's charge was temporarily suspended, and it seemed that no enemy movement was seen.  All that came into view were charred walls, collapsed houses, blown-up bunkers, bullet casings scattered on the ground, and scars from many shells and bullets.

    Most of the houses here have earthen walls, which were originally red or yellow clay, but are now black and gray due to smoke and fire.  Lin Rui moved the telescope up, down, left and right repeatedly, looking for the enemy's location.

    "My place is fine so far, but I don't know what the situation is like at Hassan's place?" General Quinn couldn't help but ask.

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