Chapter 4510
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It was easy to imagine the psychological pressure of staying with a criminal who had been killed.
Number 19's elbow was in a pool of blood. The blood seeped through the camouflage fabric, and Number 19 could feel how thick and sticky the blood was.
The 30 "trainees" who entered the village each had their own battle positions. They completed the encirclement and provided cover and support for their comrades who were fighting in the depth of the village.
Number 26, Number 18, and Number 16 were guarding the battlefield where the firepower was the most concentrated. Xia Jinyuan, who led the troops to support him, charged forward with a grim face. The three trainees who were fighting with him felt their hearts beating like drums. The more they fought, the braver they became. The more they fought, the less afraid they were before.
"Number 18, position!"
His voice was cold and sharp through the earpiece, and Number 18 immediately responded and told him the position.
"How are the other three doing?" Xia Jinyuan asked again.
He had no way of contacting Ye Chien, Bai He, and Zhi Que, so he could only get the information from Number 18 and the other two.
Number 26 replied, "Qing Niao took care of two firing points and covered Zhi Que and Bai He to fight in the depth of the village. Number 18, Number 16, and I will cover the rear. Although the firepower is concentrated, it's all within a controllable range."
Knowing that it was their first time fighting abroad, Ye Chien and the other two didn't dare to let them attack together. They only needed to guard the rear and not let the three of them fall behind, which would give the criminals an opportunity to attack.
Xia Jinyuan looked in the direction and felt a little relieved. It wasn't far away.
Gunshots kept echoing in the sky. The experienced veterans of the Snowfield Brigade slowly gathered all the criminals in one direction, away from the safe area.
Mobile warfare in another country was a big deal, especially when it was done without the knowledge of the other country. It had to be solved as soon as possible.
Xia Jinyuan, G3, and K7 came from the left while the trainees attacked from the right. They went straight for the mud house where the leader was, who hadn't shown up yet.
Inside the mud house, the leader, who was about 40 years old, was wearing a small black hat and a local traditional costume. He was sitting on a luxurious woolen carpet with his eyes closed as he listened to the gunshots outside. There was no panic on his face.
He kept mumbling, but no one knew what he was talking about. The outlaw in front of him, who was also wearing the traditional attire of Kystean, was also mumbling.
When the gunshots became more and more intense, the leader raised his hand. His voice sounded like it came from a cold and gloomy old well. "Go, our brave warriors."
The two kneeling men prostrated themselves once again, as if they had just completed some kind of baptism. It was clearly a solemn movement, but it carried a chilling hostility.
As they got up, red dots flashed in their wide traditional clothes. Those were suicide bombs.
The two of them got up and walked out. They didn't walk outside but instead walked towards a flat roofed house. They went in and didn't come out again.
This was an earthen house with a pointed roof and a dome. Although the walls were mottled and full of holes, it was the largest private house in the entire village. There were also high earthen walls around it. People outside couldn't see inside, and people inside couldn't see outside either.
There were people guarding all four walls. Because they occupied the high walls, Ye Chien and the rest were having a hard time with their attacks. They couldn't break through after a few strong attacks. Now that reinforcements had arrived, the three of them could temporarily retreat.
"Let's take a break. Our brothers are here."
Zhi Que knelt beside Ye Chien. He was sweating profusely. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, so his arms were sweaty too. However, the more he wiped, the more sweat there was. In the end, he lifted his shirt to reveal his muscular waist and wiped the sweat away.
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