After waiting for a while, no explosion sounded this time, Yang Yi and Zhang Yong climbed up the roadbed at the same time.

The enemy fired orderly on the roof of the building, or to be precise, a resumption of the gun.

Yang Yi crawled back again, then Zhang Yong quickly stepped back and crawled down, and said in a deep voice: "It's over, it's completely over, no one can escape, Fark!"

Zhang Yong suddenly said angrily: "Is there anyone fighting like this? This is someone else's territory. If you arrange two spies at will, you will know that a large convoy is coming. The life of the mercenary is still there! Farke! As long as there are a few sentinels, we have discovered our actions long ago, and this is simply a death sentence."

After a breath of relief, Zhang Yong continued to angrily: "These big Russians are not fucking things! The boss is not even a fucking thing. They are all bastards! It's so fucking cruel, you ancestors!"

Except for Zhang Yong, no one was interested in speaking. Only Zhang Yong kept scolding and scolding everywhere.

It’s not that Yang Yi and the others don’t want to run, but that they really can’t run anymore, because although they only ran over a distance of more than 300 meters, they all ran at a sprint of 100 meters, and were still fully armed, and they overdraw all their potential and played their life.

Therefore, the intention to escape is very urgent, but if you don’t take a break, Yang Yi and the others will really not be able to run.

After resting for two minutes, although his legs were still trembling, Yang Yi felt that his legs were back, and his lungs were breathing again, and he felt like he was like a fire.

While gasping, Yang Yi said tremblingly: "Stop scolding, keep running."

Jetero whispered: "Don't, we're probably safe and can't run now."

After saying that, Jetero handed his rifle to Yang Yi and whispered: "I can't just go back like this. If I stay here, I will definitely die. As long as Djokovic is still there, I will never stay here. I have to leave. I must leave! Man, do a favor and give me a shot!"

"ah?"

Jetero looked at his body, then reached out and poked his thigh, and said viciously: "Shot here!"

Zhang Yong whispered: "You are stupid! How can you run if you get shot in the leg? Are we going to carry you? And how dangerous is the kicking of your legs? You are using a rifle. You want to lose a piece of meat, use a pistol!"

Jetero whispered: "I can't leave if my injury is mild! The enemy uses ak, and I must use ak too!"

Brian said in a deep voice: "Shoot the shoulder and the edge of the ribs. It's nothing to do when you look serious. If you get shot twice, you will definitely be able to leave!"

Jetero looked almost crying, and he said tremblingly: "But I'm wearing a bulletproof vest..."

"Take off the bulletproof vest, just say we took off the bulletproof vest when checking your injuries. Believe me, it's better than being shot in your leg, don't waste time!"

Jetero closed his eyes, let him lie back, and then lie in a large shape and gritted his teeth and said, "Come on!"

Yang Yi raised his rifle, and Jetero suddenly said, "My man, hit it right! Don't hit it wrong..."

Yang Yi put down his gun and said, "I..."

Brian quickly climbed to Yang Yi's side, took the ak74 rifle, and then he retreated and whispered: "You can't get too close, gunpowder residue will spray on people. If you are careful to check, you can find that it is a close-range shot. He is wearing a bulletproof vest and cannot hit the edge of the ribs, otherwise the effect will look better."

Jetero said with a sad face: "Can you stop talking?"

"Don't move!"

After Brian said something, he shot and the bullet passed through Jetero's shoulder.

"Oh!"

Jetero screamed in pain, then he suddenly sat up, then looked at his left shoulder where he was shot, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "Enough! I think it's enough!"

Brian said in a deep voice: "How can such a minor injury get you out of the battlefield? Lying down and don't move, otherwise it may blow your stomach."

Jetero lay back on the ground, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, and said anxiously: "Hurry up!"

Brian shot and the bullet hit Jetero in the right chest.

Blood suddenly poured out, and Yang Yi looked at the position of the bullet hole as if it was on the lungs, so he was frightened.

"I...Fake! You hit his lung!"

Jetero suddenly sat up, then he looked down at his chest and said in extreme panic: "What? What's the joke? Oh, Shet! You beat me to death!"

"Shut up!"

Brian said in a deep voice: "You can't die!"

Yang Yi quickly climbed over and checked Jetero's injuries. The bullet seemed to hit his right chest. The wound looked terrifying, but in fact the bullet rubbed the front of his chest diagonally, but it only plowed out a bloody groove.

Zhang Yong kept staring at the enemy's movements, and he said anxiously: "Someone has come out, they either want to whip the corpse or come to us."

Yang Yi gave Brian a thumbs up, then pulled Jetero and said anxiously: "Let's withdraw quickly!"

"Oh, it hurts!"

Yang Yi pulled Jetero's injured arm and he said anxiously: "Okay! Run!"

After another two minutes of delay, Yang Yi and Chris set up Jetero, and several people bent over and ran quickly towards the position they were when they came.

The enemy no longer shelled, and they may not be very interested in chasing a few fish that missed the net. After all, judging from the level that Yang Yi and the others showed tonight, it is obvious that the fish are of the miscellaneous fish. Maybe it is possible that the enemy will not bother chasing them.

From beginning to end, Brian fired two shots from the Trident, and Jetero was still shooting.

No matter how bad he refused to say bad things about his boss, Jetero couldn't help it at this time. Seeing hundreds of people being treated like cannon fodder, Djokovic, a very irresponsible boss fool, follow him.

"Fake! This bastard, so many people died like this! It's worthless, idiot, Fake! I'm not playing anymore, I'm going to recover from my injuries, bye bye, Ukraine, Fake!"

After turning a corner, it was basically completely safe. Yang Yi and the others slowed down. Jetero, who was cursing just now, suddenly seemed to be dying, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

When Yang Yi and the others returned to the parking position, Xiao Djokovic and the others had been waiting in the car, and the cars were all starting.

To put it another way, Djokovic didn't even send a car to pick up Jetero.

Seeing Jetero dragged back in a carriage, Djokovic stretched out his head from the car window and shouted: "What's going on?"

Jetero was dragged to Djokovic's car, and then he said dyingly: "Go away! There is an ambush here, it's all over, retreat quickly!"

"You... go! Go quickly!"

Little Djokovic waved his hand, and his driver immediately knocked the accelerator and drove out.

Djokovic started to leave, and then he poked his head out again and shouted at Jetero: "Get out quickly! Follow up! You have to go to the hospital..."
Chapter completed!