"Chef!!"
Song Heping's heart suddenly contracted.
But at this moment he had no strength to spare!
He had no time to check if the Chef was dead or alive.
The enemy's pickup truck had taken advantage of the chaos to move closer, and the heavy machine gun's fire made stones fly in his area, preventing him from lifting his head!
Worse yet, seven or eight militants had taken advantage of the drop in firepower after a human bomb explosion to howl and leap into the outermost fortifications, engaging the last few defenders in brutal hand-to-hand and close-range gun battles!
The dull sound of bayonets piercing flesh, the terrifying crack of rifle butts smashing bones, the shrill screams of the dying, the furious roars of the fighters...
Instantly turned this small ruin into the most primitive blood-and-guts grinder!
The final line of defense was on the verge of collapse, threatening to break down at any moment!
Song Heping's eyes had turned blood-red.
