"Chef!!"
Song Heping's heart suddenly tightened.
But at this moment, he has no strength to spare!
There's no time to check whether Chef is dead or alive.
The enemy's pick-up has taken advantage of the chaos to charge closer, the heavy machine gun's firepower causing rocks to fly in his area, making it impossible to lift his head!
Even worse, seven or eight armed militants, seizing the opportunity of reduced firepower after the suicide bomber explosion, have already leapt into the outermost barricade, engaging in direct bayonet fighting and close-quarters gunbattle with the last few defenders!
The dull thud of bayonets piercing flesh, the terrifying crack of gunstocks shattering bones, the horrible wails of the dying, the frenzied roars of fighters...
Instantly transformed this little ruin into the most primitive massacre!
The final defense is crumbling, it could collapse completely at any moment!
Song Heping's eyes have turned blood-red.
