Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

"Stop reading, idiot." Asuka said unhappily.

The battles over the years had taught her that when the situation was bad, she had to make full use of her cover, maintain a certain shooting frequency, conserve ammunition, and keep moving quickly.

Being in a delirious state like Xiao Si Luhui might very likely kill himself.

"Get moving!" she urged.

To survive on the battlefield, you need to have quick reactions and a cool head, just like Suzune and Raphael are doing now.

They continued to move forward along the street, crossing each other at each intersection to cover each other. At this time, Lingyin, who was acting as a scout, carefully observed the large-scale movements in front of her and scanned the target in front of her with the muzzle of her gun.

Raphael, who was beside Lingyin, was on guard against the safety of the high-rise space on the left side of the road.

On the other side, the Russians were also trying their best to advance quickly.

Yuri Ilyich Ulyanov not only has to provide covering fire for his teammates, but also has to perform the job of an excellent bomb disposal expert most of the time: carefully scan the ground at close range to find control wires and pressure switches.

This tenacious team fought together as one and soon successfully crossed a distance of about 500 meters.

Few of the enemies who were holding weapons to stop them lived to see this scene.

They turned a corner, avoiding the most intense fighting area. This SSO special forces team dressed in BEAR garb.

Just as they were about to reach the designated location, they saw a four-man team covering the caltrop spikes of the fence with thick blankets.

When one of them climbed over, the words "USEC" reflected on his arm due to the sunlight appeared in the eyes of several people.

This was definitely done on purpose for them to see, Yuri thought, and then raised his hand and fired a volley of bullets forward.

The other side showed no sign of weakness and immediately stopped their preparations to climb over the wall. The returning fire poured down on them like a moderate rain.

As they got closer to the embassy, ​​Yuri noticed that something seemed to be smoldering silently on the street.

A large black dot with a diameter of about 1 meter can be clearly seen on the outer wall of the house, which looks like the mark left by a rocket.

The captain was two meters away, firing at the obstacle on the opposite side of the road; another team member was firing back with an M249 light machine gun at the target in the same direction.

Yuri shook his head and squatted behind the car wheel, looking around, hoping to avoid this unnecessary stalemate and attrition war.

At this moment, a strong pungent smell rushed towards him. Yuri looked over curiously and found that the source of the smell was a motionless person sitting on the ground - dead.

The uniform on his body reminded him that this man must have been a policeman in his lifetime.

Both of his legs were missing, and the stumps were badly burned. The rest of his body was wrapped in bandages—it was obvious that someone had tried to stop the bleeding.

Unfortunately, there is no way to save the situation.

Bullets continued to hit the bunker, and the swish sound made Yuri shrink his head.

He recognized the weapons and bullet caliber used by his opponent. The US military had only officially equipped the 10 series weapons for 6.8 years.

However, all the team members remained calm and focused, as their usual training had taught them how to deal with the situation at this time.

However, their weapons are somewhat disadvantaged in terms of power and range.

AK101/2 and M249 constitute the direct firepower of the team. A lot of throwing explosives were wasted in the previous battle with the third party, and the situation with grenades was similar.

It seems that they have no choice but to withdraw from this contact. Yuri found that at the current distance, their equipment was at a disadvantage.

Suddenly, Captain Ivan shouted.

"Yuri, do you see your house at 4 o'clock?!"

Yuri looked over immediately and responded loudly: "I saw it."

Chapter 39 Disposal (Two in One)

"Get inside the house!"

Yuri nodded, and Mikhail moved to his side, raised his hand and squeezed Yuri's shoulder hard, reminding him that they were ready.

"I'm ready..." Yuri began to say, and patted his companion's hand on his shoulder. At this moment, three or four grenades exploded in front of the bunker.

The enemy's throwing of explosives seemed endless, with no consideration for the subsequent battle. Seeing this, Yuri thought that the team that only cared about the current situation never had a good ending.

This was only the first batch. About ten more grenades were thrown, followed by 40mm American low-pressure grenades. The bombing continued like this for four or five minutes.

Captain Ivan tried his best to raise his voice to be louder than the noise. He didn't plan to do anything else and just wanted to leave this damn place first.

The enemy is really rich. Yuri touched the small bag of throwing objects worn on his waist belt. Only one of the four had something left.

It was a functional projectile that couldn't kill anyone, but it could only create opportunities for them to break through when they were moving indoors.

The enemy today is completely different from the previous armed men.

"Smoke bomb!" Someone shouted, and then two smoke bombs flew out of the bunker.

After the smoke covered nearly half of the street, the BEAR team covered each other and evacuated.

When the last two left the bunker, the whole world suddenly lost its light. Maybe someone threw a grenade on their heads, or maybe a 40mm grenade flew over.

In short, it is certain that the enemy is well aware of the BEAR team's every move and all tactical processes, and thus cunningly set a trap.

They knew that with insufficient manpower, a direct confrontation would not gain them any advantage, so they resorted to using explosives.

This time they made the right choice and took advantage of BEAR's tight logistics.

At that time, the enemies were just hiding somewhere, and they only needed to rush over to kill them, or suppress them with rhythmic high-threat point shooting to create a safe passage.

Those people are basically cowards who have neither organization nor fighting power.

Fighting a path through their defensive positions was certainly tense and dangerous, but it was nothing compared to having to fight the enemies in front of them who were using 6.8 caliber full-power bullets.

After just a few minutes of medium-range contact, Yuri could already taste the militant atmosphere in the air.

Not only did he feel it, but the others in the team also felt it deeply.

One careless move and you lose everything.

When moving between abandoned vehicles and obstacles, one must not only provide fire support to one's companions and create opportunities for them to move, but also always keep the muzzle of the gun pointed upwards - always pointing to the sky, with the end of the muzzle like an invisible silk thread tied to a hydrogen balloon that is desperately climbing upwards.

The only thing that Yuri felt fortunate about was that no one here seemed to know how to make bombs. In the past, when performing missions in Syria, most of the Russian soldiers who died were killed by improvised explosive devices.

The enemy would bury shell fragments, unexploded shells, and aerial bombs in inconspicuous locations, and then connect them with hidden fuses.

The level of terrorists in West Asia is no less than that of terrorist organizations active in Iraq and Afghanistan. They will deliberately dig up sewers to let sewage flow onto the dusty streets, and then use the rancid mud to cover up fuses or cables.

Some people will hide bombs underwater, which increases the difficulty of the Russian bomb disposal team's work, especially the difficulty of detection and investigation at night.

Those terrorist bombers would also set up trigger lines with fish hooks on them. Once they caught someone's clothes or boots, the bomb would immediately detonate, sending a dozen unlucky people nearby to heaven on the spot.

Yuri felt that it was too easy to just fight with a gun. Although it was still full of risks, a slight confusion in the mind could cost one's life.

The effect of 6.8 bullets on people is similar to that of small-caliber bullets such as 556/545, and its lethality to the flesh cannot be underestimated. The side that penetrates creates a small hole, and the side that flies out takes away a huge piece of flesh and blood.

However, the situation in Frankfurt seems to be moving closer to a war zone environment, with a trend of skyrocketing all the way.

He rushed into the chosen small building, and before he turned around to cover other comrades, he found a box of 9mm bullets placed next to the pot of green plants at his feet.

It's like the city is like Syria, with stolen weapons everywhere. Syria is a place where you can find some in any place you can imagine.

If you take a wrong step, you will either be blown into pieces with a loud "bang", or you will hear a crisp "pop" and turn into a limp corpse.

If they messed up accidentally, the next thing that would await them would be the scene of their comrades clearing the bodies from the sea, and the transport plane's list would have an extra item called "Cargo-200" - the weight of the bodies plus the coffins.

As Mikhail shouted "the last one" at the door of the building, the fierce gunfire finally dissipated.

Everyone retreated.

It was a pointless gunfight, with both sides firing back and forth and explosives flying everywhere, but neither side was able to kill anyone.

Captain Ivan stood on the other side of the corridor, gesturing to his deputy.

Yuri nodded, stepped down from his guard position by the door, and turned to walk in. There was a large pool of blood on the floor between them.

A deep red mark led directly from there to the room where Captain Ivan was staying. Apparently something had been dragged in from there.

Following the blood trail and passing through a thick smoke, Yuri found another pool of blood a few meters away, as well as some black spots with a strong pungent smell.

There was also a G36 with the pistol grip removed on the ground, and the device welded on the muzzle indicated that it was a civilian model.

Perhaps because he felt that he still had some distance to go in the room, he took a step forward, but unexpectedly he was tripped slightly by something lying under his feet.

It was one of our own: Ilya Abramovich. The moment Yuri bumped into him, Ilya instinctively let out a wail.

His right leg was completely disabled; shrapnel shredded his knee. Although his right leg was still connected from top to bottom, he could no longer stand up.

A column of white smoke seemed to be rising from him.

For Ilya, the adventure ends here. This is not Syria, nor is it Russia, and there is no medical assistance.

In Frankfurt, they were identified as members of the BEAR Combat Encounter Raider Regiment, not as combat personnel under the jurisdiction of Special Operations Command.

Not far from him sat another man, Roman Alexeevich Stolypin, whose feet were being applied with ointment by two of his teammates, causing him to scream.

This was the only help the team's medic could offer. After applying the ointment, he spread some hemostatic ingredients and finally gave Roman an injection of painkillers.

They have all received basic trauma first aid training and know which injuries they can treat themselves and which injuries will be useless even if they are treated.

Roman and Elijah's injuries were both very troublesome. They were not fatal, but they made them unable to continue fighting.

They had to assign extra people to look after them, which gave Ivan a headache.

Other BEAR teams were mostly based in the suburbs. They not only trained refugees from Eastern Europe, teaching them how to use weapons and how to loot supplies from others, but they also had their sights set on the huge research institute built in the forest.

Downtown? The chaos in the downtown area is just a cover.

Yuri took out his tactical PAD and checked the briefing. He found that he was wrong, and there was also an independent office of the Neuroscience Research Institute in the city.

The commander behind the scenes placed more emphasis on large-scale research facilities in the suburbs and temporarily gave up the office space in the city.

Yuri looked around and found that everyone had some minor injuries.

Mikhail, for example, had a grenade fragment pierce his arm;

Captain Ivan's forehead was cracked and bleeding continuously, but luckily the blood vessels more than a few millimeters away were not broken.

If a blood vessel is broken, the captain will have to experience the pain of emergency battlefield surgical hemostasis.

Thinking of this, Yuri touched his head first, then checked his hands and feet, and finally touched his torso from front to back. Good thing there was no damage at all.

"What's next, Ivan?" he whispered. "Are we still going to the embassy?"

"There is no choice."

"You still want to go after all this?"

Ivan nodded in confirmation.

"What about Roman and Elijah?"

"Move them somewhere else and give the coordinates to the other teams."

“They’re going to die.”

"Half and half won't necessarily mean death," Ivan replied.

Yuri had never felt for a moment that Ivan was so cold and indifferent to his injured companion.

He met Ivan's gaze and savored it, trying to find any other emotion in it, like pity or guilt.

This may be the reason why Yuri had no chance to get a recommendation, while Ivan had been recommended for training as a warrant officer.

"Move them away," Ivan finally decided, "then we'll come back here and try to enter from a position they haven't noticed."

"Are you really going to do this?"

“Yes, we must!”

"Why? Moving the wounded out at a time like this would mean letting them die."

"If we don't move, we will all die together."

Ivan glanced out the window at the sky.

"Yuri, listen carefully. Only if we complete the mission assigned by the headquarters, that is, get the designated items from inside, will they arrange an evacuation plan for us.

If we all stop and watch Roman and Elijah suffer, and give away a high-value item to our enemies for nothing, we will be giving up everyone's life, understand?"

"Just sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labor!"

After a minute of silence, Yuri moved. He and others unfolded the portable folding stretcher and lifted up the two guys with serious leg injuries.