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The lieutenant then realized that he had been hit by a bullet of unknown origin—it seemed that the selfless body had not been of much help in stopping the high-speed bullet, although it may have saved its life.
Now, he lay prostrate beneath the resting soldier, unable to stand any longer, feeling excruciating pain in his right leg, as if something were embedded there…
Soldiers in olive-green steel helmets had already occupied every window of the street. The roar of rifles, submachine guns, and machine guns instantly transformed into a hysterical piano symphony, as demons used blood-stained bone claws to strike each key imprisoned by souls. Before the black-clad soldiers on the street could even reach the rubble, they had already fallen in the storm of bullets, lifeless.
Clearly, the meteor that destroyed the infantry fighting vehicle earlier hadn't come a second time. In the center of the formation, the assault gun, crowded with people and bullets, began to rev its engines and reverse backward, trying to smash the burning infantry fighting vehicle.
But it seems that God has decided to sever their fate.
"Hey! Armored vehicle! The armored vehicle is burning even more fiercely!"
Before the words were even finished, the armored vehicle, which had just been supported by torches on its rear, instantly became a scorching furnace, with flames shooting out uncontrollably from every observation port!
"Oh no! Everyone, get down!"
Like a giant firework, the infantry fighting vehicle, resembling an oven, erupted in dazzling flames like a fountain, shooting into the dark night sky. The violent explosion, accompanied by a thunderous roar, pounded the ground beneath its wheels, sending sand and gravel from half the street flying into the air.
"Everyone, take cover!—"
The green-hatted men who were shooting from the windows all threw themselves onto the ground and into the corners when the sudden explosion occurred, letting the raging storm sweep through every window and every inch of the street, no longer caring about the black-clad men whose fates were unknown.
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"Cough... I f***ing..." Amidst the shockwave of the explosion, Lieutenant Lockett struggled to crawl toward an old car lying wrecked on the side of the road, and under the cover of darkness, squeezed into the narrow space under the car.
"Ah..." He gritted his teeth and struggled for a long time before finally managing to pull out the walkie-talkie.
"Locke Squadron calling command! We need backup!"
"Command center received. Please provide details!"
"We have been ambushed by enemy infantry in area L7! We have lost all our vehicles and suffered heavy casualties! We urgently need reinforcements!"
Suddenly, an ominous static noise broke through the radio waves...
"pointing (in a wisp~)...to..."
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"—Hold the line! Good luck! Over!"
This last paragraph, however, entered the officer's ears with exceptional clarity...
By the light of a sliver of light, looking out, a young man jumped off the assault gun in the center of the column and hurriedly ran into the house. A string of golden candies made several small holes at his feet.
"Ah! Damn it!" With a cry of pain, the soldier tumbled into the house right before his eyes.
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"You hit him! Tommy!"
In the distance, amidst the menacing roar of machine guns from a building, Karl, holding binoculars, followed the trajectory of the tracer bullets, observing every impact point and the unfortunate men in black who were hit.
"Ha! Try this! A warm greeting from the people of Georgia!"
"Don't fucking leave a single one behind!" Jonathan yelled from upstairs. "Everyone! Prepare to attack! Drag them out from behind cover!"
"Sir!" The sergeant turned around and saw Pat, who had just been secretly firing his sniper rifle on the roof, suddenly rushing towards him in a panic.
"Hey! Why did you come down here? Are you going to ask permission to use the restroom?!"
“Sergeant…” Pat gasped for breath, like a thief chased by the police for hundreds of meters. “Those…those birds with the searchlights, they…they’re back!”
"Don't be afraid! Go back to your position!" The sergeant pushed Pat back.
"Everyone, watch out above! We have a guest!"
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“Alright… By the Emperor…” Lieutenant Lockett, still huddled in the cramped space, pressed painfully against his wound. “Thank you for giving me a coffin lid that can stop a bullet…”
As he was talking to himself, a sharp, clear booming sound suddenly descended from mid-air outside.
"This isn't Sunderland's voice... Could it be?" He noticed a dazzling white spot of light that had somehow appeared on the ground not far from him.
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"Calling Lockett Squadron!" The roar of a loudspeaker drowned out the engine noise. "Air team is about to provide suppressive fire! Get out of line of fire immediately! Repeat! Get out of line of fire immediately!"
"OK...the helicopter's finally here!" The lieutenant breathed a sigh of relief, lay down, and placed his hands on his chest. "My funeral can be postponed..."
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"Window sills on both sides of the street! Large numbers of enemy infantry! Machine guns, prepare!—"
"Ready!"
"Fire!—"
Before the words were even finished, a streak of bullets, flashing with the fire of death, lunged at the dark window like venomous snakes. The swift, streaking trail of tracer rounds formed a shimmering chain, or perhaps a terrifying chainsaw. The walls along the street crumbled with a heart-wrenching sound, like linen being ripped apart by a knife.
"Keep firing! Don't let any enemy escape!"
The searchlight under the fuselage slowly rose, moving along with the dazzling ammunition belt. Looking out the helicopter window, amidst the terrifying roar of the chainsaw, nothing but flying debris and dust lay silently on the ground.
"Alright, that's easy." Hommel, perched on the Eurasian Falcon, released the machine gun button with a sense of relief.
"Well done," the driver in the front seat smiled slightly. "Stretch your fingers first; there are still rioters with toy guns in that building over there."
The helicopter slowly turned around, its belly searchlights illuminating the walls and streets like brushes, leaving behind only blood and devastation in their wake.
The burning armored vehicle on the road stood like a bonfire amidst the rubble and steel bars, the intense flames like a bucket of paint splashed onto every brick and tile.
Just as the nose of the plane overlapped with the direction of the street, a metal pipe, doused with firelight, slowly emerged from the window on their right and suddenly became incredibly conspicuous. The dark opening of the pipe abruptly caught the corner of Hommel's eye!
"Rocket launcher!" Hommel instinctively, by sheer accident, called out the name "Iron Pipe." "Climb backwards to avoid it! Quickly!"
The pilot seemed to share a brain with Hommel; before he could even finish uttering a syllable, his hands yanked the control stick into his coat like a thief snatching something. The helicopter instantly tilted backward like an unbalanced seesaw, leaving the two of them with a comet-shaped star with an arch drawn on its nose.
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"I'm saying...when are you going to be gentler with your lever pulls..."
A hand emerged from the front driver's seat and snapped its fingers crisply.
"Of course, when you want to die!"
With that, the chainsaw roared once more in a flash, mercilessly hacking the building below, which had been trying to take lives, to pieces.
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"What kind of strange bird is that? The bullets can't even scratch it..." An uneasy atmosphere began to spread throughout the building directly in front of us.
"Karl! Tommy! Get away from the machine guns!" Sergeant Jonathan, who had just sprinted up to the roof and then rushed back down, started yelling down again. "Everyone out of the windows! Cease fire!"
"what?"
"Boss, what are you up to now?"
"Are we just going to abandon our brothers over there?"
"Keep your voice down! Everyone, come here!" Jonathan leaned his submachine gun to the side, clapping his hands to summon his men.
"Fighting like that won't work. Now I'll tell you my idea for dealing with this plane..."
It seems everyone is quite interested in the illustrations I edited myself. So, after a while, I'll see what everyone's feedback and decide whether to dedicate a separate post to explaining how I made those illustrations, haha.
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Section 13, Chapter 7: The War of the Rats (Part 1)
"Command Center calling E.Falcon, Lancer Squadron is approaching your position from the K7 direction."
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"Hey? What's that noise coming from that building up ahead? Did they run away?"
"Get closer and check every window."
The helicopter, riddled with bullet holes, swayed and approached the battered building. Its single, indifferent eye lazily rose, surveying the wrecked floors in each window. Like a prison guard searching for any trace of an escaped convict.
Behind a tattered wall, a group of cuckolds were now cowering on the ground like turtles.
"Hey, Corporal, the sergeant told us all to hide in the corner. What's going on?"
"How would I know? You should ask him... Anyway, he told us to hide here and then went upstairs by himself."
"What? The sergeant went upstairs again?"
"Yeah, they said they were going to go with Pat to 'blind' the plane."
“‘Blind’ the plane? Fine, this is the last time he’ll act recklessly in his life, and he’s not taking us with him…”
"Ha, this is the fourth time I've heard you say 'the sergeant's last act of fooling around'."
"Shut your mouth! If the sergeant really dies, I'll shove the spent bullet casings up your ass!"
"Alright, stop fooling around! You're probably hoping that damn bird hears us and sends us all to chat with God about ass-plugging, aren't you?"
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"Pat!" On the other side, Jonathan tiptoed into the stairwell and met the soldiers hiding there. "Ready?"
Pat nodded.
"But, sir... I'm still a little scared..."
"What promise did you just make to me?"
"I……"
"Do I need to repeat this old saying: 'My men have always been courageous and responsible, not cowardly sissies'?"
Watching the sergeant leave, Pat's brow relaxed a little. He didn't say anything more, wiped his mouth, pressed the sniper rifle to his chest, and slowly crawled up the stairs towards the roof.
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"Have we been staying here for too long...?"
"Uh...you didn't spot the enemy either..."
"If I had noticed, you would have run out of bullets by now..."
"Tsk...it's more annoying to chirp than a mouse, but it slips away faster than a mouse..."
"Forget it, I'll just stay here and wait for Lancer Squadron to arrive. I want to rest for a bit..."
"Hey!"
Just as Hormel was about to doze off, he was suddenly startled by his partner in the front row.
"Top floor... oh no, the floor below the top floor, I saw something flash past the window!"
"Where? Where? I can't see it."
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"Uh... are you sure?" Hommel looked displeased. "Just say you don't want me to doze off..."
"If I lie to you, I won't get my medal!" The guy in the front row looked genuinely angry. "Keep an eye on things!"