PFC End of Chapter 55
End of Chapter 55
Artyom immediately raised his gun and opened fire into the smoke.
"Click." The stolen rifle only had a dozen or so bullets, and it was empty in an instant.
"My turn!" Roman grabbed his rifle and fired three shots at the two enemy soldiers who had just shown their heads, knocking one down. Then his thigh suddenly jolted.
"Ugh!" Roman groaned as a stray bullet grazed the outside of his thigh, tearing away a patch of flesh.
Taking advantage of a lull in Roman's firing, Artyom rushed towards another corpse to snatch a weapon.
Suddenly, a bayonet shot out from the shadows, slicing open Artyom's tactical uniform on his left arm and leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash.
Artyom drew his pistol and fired two shots into the man's chest.
Just then, Roman's rifle clicked empty again.
A Ukrainian soldier crawled out from a blind spot under the vehicle, pointing his gun directly at Artyom, who was grabbing for weapons, while another soldier aimed at Roman, who had run out of ammunition.
Roman's eyes widened, and he was about to pounce on her for a hand-to-hand fight.
"puff!"
"puff!"
The enemy soldier who was aiming at Roman had his helmet shatter instantly;
The enemy soldier, who was about to shoot Artyom, had a large hole ripped through his chest and fell backward.
[Kill 2 enemy soldiers, reward 200 points!]
It was Lu Ye, who had just cleared the western defense line, who saved the two men on the eastern side from their predicament.
Artyom seized the opportunity to throw his last grenade into the dissipating smoke.
The two then quickly retreated.
"The east side is safe!" Lu Ye said in the channel.
But they had no time to catch their breath; the armored vehicles in front had already crashed into the wreckage of the first row of carriages!
What followed was the machine guns on the armored vehicles firing wildly at the second row of carriages.
"Charge!"
Under the cover of the armored vehicles, the enemy infantrymen leaped over the wreckage, preparing to jump directly into the front of the second row of carriages.
"Die, you son of a bitch!"
Ruslan, who was lying under the second row of cars, had been waiting for this moment.
He pulled the trigger of the PKP machine gun, tilting the muzzle slightly upwards, and fired wildly at the enemy soldiers who had just jumped over the wreckage of the train car!
"Da da da da da!"
Blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Four or five infantrymen in mid-air had their legs severed by machine gun fire and crashed onto the rubble with screams.
The machine gunner in the armored vehicle spotted Ruslan underneath the vehicle and prepared to aim at his position.
Moreover, the enemy troops following closely behind completely ignored the wounded, blindly suppressing Ruslan under the vehicle while continuing to charge forward.
"Thump!"
Yuri fired his last 40mm high-explosive grenade, which exploded in front of the armored vehicle, slightly slowing the enemy's advance.
"I'm out of high-explosive grenades!" Yuri casually ripped two smoke grenades off his tactical vest, pulled out the pins, and threw them in front of him.
Thick white smoke instantly filled the space between the two rows of carriages.
"Contract the defenses! Everyone! Retreat into our target carriage! Let them in!" Yuri roared in the channel.
This was an extremely dangerous but also extremely wise decision.
They retreated into the target carriage area (a high-value carriage carrying NATO military aid), and their defensive space was compressed to the limit.
But once the enemy forces rush in, the distance between the two sides will be reduced to a dozen meters or even a few meters.
At this distance, the machine guns and cannons on the armored vehicle become completely useless.
If they dare to open fire, they will blow their own infantry and reinforcements to smithereens.
"Lu! Get down!"
"Roman, give me a hand!"
The enemy machine gun fire had positioned Lu Ye on the other side of the vehicle's roof. He leaped off the edge, landing and rolling on the ground.
Roman and Artyom, one on each side, supported Ruslan, whose thigh was injured, and dragged his burly body back quickly.
Yuri and Eugene used the smoke as cover to retreat step by step, their gun barrels fixed on the white smoke ahead.
The six men retreated to the back of the second row of freight cars.
There are a total of 8 steel containers here, arranged in 2 rows, containing NATO military aid.
The aisle between the two rows of containers is narrow, allowing only two people to walk side by side.
The contraction of their defensive lines left them with no way out, but it also prevented the enemy from exploiting their numerical advantage.
"They're coming in!" Eugene said, pressing himself against the edge of the container.
The remaining dozen or so enemy assault team members crossed the second row of carriages and charged into the area with their rifles at the ready.
CQB (Close Quarters Battle) erupts instantly.
At this distance, sniper rifles and machine guns become ineffective.
Lu Ye threw SVCh behind him and drew his pistol from the outside of his thigh; Ruslan leaned against the container, holding his pistol in one hand; Yuri, Eugene, Artyom, and Roman formed a cross-cover formation.
"One o'clock! Engage the enemy!"
Yuri ducked out at an angle, fired a short burst of rifle fire, and killed a Ukrainian soldier who had just peeked out. He then immediately retreated back into cover.
"Clang! Clang!" The bullets hit the metal sheet where he had just been standing, ricocheting in all directions.
"Cover!" Eugene peered out from below Yuri and fired in a low stance.
"Click!" Yuri's rifle missed.
"Reload!" Yuri roared, quickly retreating and raising his weapon to a high position in front of his chest.
Artyom immediately stepped forward to fill Yuri's spot: "I'll take it!"
He fired the rifle he had captured.
The space was too small, and bullets bounced wildly between the steel containers.
Every second, metal shards and ricochets grazed their bodies.
Lu Ye stood close behind him, gripping the gun with both hands.
An enemy soldier tried to crawl through the gap between the carriages, his helmet just peeking out.
"Bang! Bang!"
Lu Ye fired two quick shots.
[Kill 1 enemy, reward 100 points!]
Even after several enemy soldiers fell, their offensive continued relentlessly.
Yuri's thigh was lacerated by a ricocheting bullet, Eugene's shoulder was bleeding, and Roman and Artyom were covered in wounds and bloodstains of all sizes.
These dozen or so enemy soldiers were clearly launching an attack with the intention of mutual destruction.
Suddenly, the remaining infantrymen began shouting and yelling, taking turns providing cover as they frantically retreated.
"They retreated?" Roman gasped for breath, holding up a bloodstained dagger.
There's no need for an answer at all.
"BOOM!!"
A deafening roar came from the direction of the eastern defensive line of Kalinovka!
The earth was trembling.
Yuri leaned against the shipping container, listening to the chaotic enemy communications channels through his earpiece, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.
three minutes.
Major Vorov's armored company launched an attack on Kalinovka from the east, just as the countdown was about to end.
"Safe." Lu Ye put down his pistol, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and sat down against the metal sheet.
Yuri wiped the cold sweat and blood from his face and looked around at his comrades.
Ruslan leaned against the box, panting heavily; the bandage on his left leg was soaked with blood.
Artyom's knife wound on his left arm showed the skin and flesh torn open;
Roman had a gash on the outside of his thigh, and his face was covered in blood;
Eugene clutched his shoulder, wincing in pain.
Although Lu Ye was not shot, the continuous tactical evasion and rolling on the roof of the car had left his infrared ghillie suit in tatters, and his elbows and knees were covered in bloody scratches.
Everyone was wounded, and they had almost run out of ammunition, but no one fell.
Yuri grinned, revealing his blood-stained teeth.
"Well done, guys. We survived."