I don’t know how many rocks were hit on my body, and the helmet received more than a dozen blows.

At least he had a steel helmet, otherwise his head would have been smashed like a Saqima.

My whole body hurt so much that I almost fell apart, and my hand hurt so much that I couldn't hold the gun.

In my ears, I could hear gunfire, explosions, Mongolian curses, and even incomprehensible curses.

As soon as his eyesight dimmed, a figure jumped over his head.

Wearing a brown military uniform and black leather boots.

It's fucking Israeli!

Hugjiril tried hard to grab the gun, but couldn't even move his fingers.

The soldiers of the Mongolian battalion who were able to move around were resisting desperately.

Attacking them were not only humans but also dogs.

Dogs can run much faster than humans, and the distance between throwing grenades at each other is almost within the blink of an eye.

While some dogs were shot by Mongol battalion soldiers, those soldiers were also picked off by Israeli and British snipers behind the wall.

Hugjiril watched as his correspondent was bitten to the ground by several dogs, and the correspondent screamed and howled in pain.

But the louder he screamed, the more excited those beasts bitten.

While letting out a low-pitched roar to protect his food, he tore his body apart with sharp teeth.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded amidst the bite of a group of dogs, and Hugjiril's head and face were covered with blood.

"Bastard...!" Hugjiril opened his mouth and cursed.

But even though he tried his best, he still couldn't make a sound.

There is no obvious opening or closing of the mouth!

The Israeli who crossed Hugjiril glanced at Hugjiril and ignored him.

Right next to Hugjirel, he squatted down and shot at the soldiers of the Mongolian battalion next to him.

Smoking bullet casings fell one by one next to Hugjiril!

The rifles they used were actually imitation Aka rifles.

Continuously pulling the trigger sent hot bullets into the bodies of the soldiers in the Mongolian camp.

Every bone in Hugjiril's body was broken, and there was no place in his body that could move. He was no different from a dead person.

He could only see the Israeli soldier shooting wildly, but he didn't see anyone shooting at him.

There were constant howls around me, and those screams were extremely sad.

You don't need to guess to know that it is those wolf dogs that are biting the soldiers of the Mongolian camp.

Wild dogs on the grassland are a scourge, and these things are sometimes more ferocious than wolves.

Isolated herdsmen and livestock are attacked, often leaving only a pile of bones.

It's over!

The position is about to be breached this time!

The Mongolian camp, which had never been defeated, was about to be completely destroyed this time.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was the sound of cannon.

Hugjirel turned his head with all his strength!

The tracks of the three tanks "squeaked" as they ran over the broken bricks.

The tank gun on the tank was spitting out thick smoke like a demon.

The 12.7mm machine gun on the top of the turret was burning orange, and bullet casings fell on the turret like rain.

Tank! The tank is coming!

Both the men and dogs on the position were beaten to pieces by the 12.7mm machine gun.

From time to time, bullets hit the tank's armor, sending out sparks.

Some people even threw flower balls to lure dogs towards the tank, and the dogs carrying explosive bags rushed towards the tank like crazy.

"Kill these beasts...!" Hugjiril was finally able to speak out.

The Israeli soldier squatting next to him was startled and turned his gun like lightning.

He pulled the trigger on Hugjiril’s head!

"Bang!" A 12.7 mm bullet directly blew out the Israeli soldier's head!

Leaning forward, he still pulled the trigger!

A bullet hit Hugjiril two inches above his head!

The 12.7mm bullet was full of kinetic energy, and the brain matter exploded all over Hugjiril's head and face.

The corpse fell in front of Hugjirel, with blood pouring from his chest.

His hands and feet trembled twice unconsciously.

"Boom!" There was a huge explosion, and the heavy tank was overturned by the blast of air.

A giant dog carrying an explosive pack went straight under the tank.

Hugjiril was a little desperate. The Israelis didn't know how many dogs they had. If they could blow up one dog, they could blow up the second one.

Three tanks…

In the smoke, a group of guys wearing black clothes rushed out from behind the tank.

These guys were holding Aka rifles in their hands and carrying another type of gun they had never seen before on their backs.

What's surprising is that these people actually have big beards.

"Chechen camp!" Hugjiril remembered a legend spread among the army.

Chechnya went to war, not a blade of grass grew!

This is a group of real butchers, everything that stands in front of them will be torn into pieces by them.

Even dogs on the street need to be slapped twice.

From Belgorod to Voronezh, these people caused a series of horrific tragedies.

The Ming army rarely massacred prisoners because the prisoners could be sold for money.

This money is a huge source of income for the Ming army.

But these people are different, they only care about the enemy's heads.

Because their military success is based on the number of heads.

Many times, they fought with the enemy's head in hand.

Legend has it that someone opened the backpack of a Chechen soldier and found that it was filled with three human heads.

The dense bullets knocked everyone in Israel off their feet.

Those bearded Chechen soldiers charged like ancient ferocious beasts.

They roared and roared.

The Akha rifle in his hand kept spitting out tongues of fire, knocking down one Israeli after another.

The Israelis on the other side were quite capable, and no one flinched when they encountered this group of fierce men.

Many people charged the Chechens with bayonets attached!

Within ten meters, both sides tacitly gave up the grenades.

The Chechens even threw away their Akha rifles!

Just when the Israelis thought there was going to be a hand-to-hand battle.

The Chechen took another gun off his back!

I have never seen this type of gun before. The caliber is terrifyingly large. It seems to be larger than a 12.7mm heavy machine gun.

There was a sliding handle under the barrel, and the Chechens pulled the handle.

"Bang!" It was just a shot, and the Israeli soldier who was at the front, with his bayonet already thrust into the chest of the Chechen, suddenly flew backwards.

Holy shit!

What the fuck is this, so powerful?
Chapter completed!