It can be said that the surroundings of the entrance to the beaver community area are the most intense place in the entire battlefield. The soldiers in this area, who were ordered to defend the entrance, quickly gathered and formed a defensive formation, suppressing the enemies and preventing them from advancing.
A large number of rebels suddenly emerged, all with red eyes, desperately pushing forward and rushing to both sides of the entrance gate, regardless of their lives, in order to continue advancing.
Moreover, with bombs on their bodies, they ran forward desperately, getting as close as possible to the entrance groups, and launched an almost suicidal charge.
"Advance, don't let them get closer!"
In the last defensive line of the beaver community, Reginald held onto the railing tightly, looked at the large number of enemies coming from a distance with an extremely tense expression, and shouted at people trying to give coherent orders in this situation.
How did this happen? Why are they attacking them? Where did these people come from?
Countless questions spun in Reginald's mind, but the tragic situation around him did not allow him to think too much, so he could only leave these questions in the back of his mind for now.
Boom!
At this moment, Reginald suddenly heard the roar of trucks behind the rebel crowd in front, and then two military trucks appeared before his eyes.
Under his incredulous gaze, those trucks completely crushed all their enemies and continued to advance at high speed.
"They're on our side!"
Seeing this situation, Reginald's eyes were full of joy. With these two military trucks causing problems for the enemy crowd, this would give them more time to take control.
But before he could be happy for too long, the smile on his face froze.
Reginald was horrified to discover that after the two military trucks ran over the rebels, they rushed towards the fence gate.
"Stop those trucks, don't let them come!"
With no time to think about it, he immediately called on others to shoot wildly at the military truck, trying to prevent it from advancing.
But the people in the military truck seemed to be crazy, hiding under the seats like a rabbit in its burrow. Despite the bullets raining down on them, they ran forward anyway.
Bang!
The fences were smashed by military trucks, and the defense line that the forces had just organized behind the fences was also instantly destroyed.
Just as the soldiers of the beaver community were about to shoot, they were hit by a large amount of supplies thrown from the truck and did not attack immediately. When they were shooting, the two military trucks had already run a certain distance away.
No matter how they shot, it was useless, and they could only watch as the two trucks rushed out of the isolation area gate.
The defensive point that the beaver community had just organized was immediately destroyed, and the rebel army, like sharks smelling blood, became even more agitated, as if victory was imminent.
On the other hand, the beaver community was in chaos, and the defensive line began to retreat step by step. Fortunately, there were officers in the team who commanded it in time, so they managed to hold the defense line again by virtue of the few people they had.
And just at that moment, something was seen approaching from the sky at great speed, and in that moment two objects flew towards the enemies of the beaver community. Under the incredulous gaze of everyone, two missiles headed towards the crowd of enemies who were killing innocents and suddenly exploded.
Boom! Boom!
"Everyone take cover!"
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Outside the beaver community zone.
Jack struggled to sit up from under the seat, shook his body to shake off the shards of glass that fell on him, and a strong wind entered the car from the windowless frame.
Suddenly a sharp pain came from his back, he reached out to touch his back, felt a burst of moisture in his palm, pulled it out and looked down, it was actually covered in blood.
Jack turned his head and took a look, and discovered that the back of his seat was densely covered with bullet holes. If he had not taken cover, possibly the armor of his combat suit would not have been able to protect him and he would have died.
Then he looked at Emma and the other soldier, who were still obediently hiding beside him, and said, "It's okay, everyone get up."
There was no extra damage to them, and Jack's voice was heard again. Emma slowly raised her head and looked around.
Everything about the hail of bullets frightened her to the ground, this type of situation on the battlefield was something she had never experienced before.
"Is...is everything okay...?"
An unknown man also stood up, looking at the seats and body of the military truck full of bullet holes, he also patted his chest with persistent fear in his heart.
After confirming that both of them were okay, Jack unconsciously looked at the rearview mirror outside the truck, wanting to see what had happened to the other truck.
It's just that the rearview mirror outside the car had already been shattered, so he couldn't see the rear, so he had no choice but to stick his head out.
When the truck behind saw Jack poking his head out, it turned on the headlights several times, then raised a hand urgently and made an Ok gesture.
Seeing the military truck driving behind and receiving the signal without any problem, Jack immediately felt relieved and threw his head back to drive seriously.
The military truck quickly moved along the main road, but did not advance much before turning directly onto the small road at a fork.
Although they have successfully exited the beaver community area, they are still in the danger zone after all, and they still need to contact their squad as soon as possible.
After all, they were on an operation and the explosions a moment ago should have been drone air support. Therefore, sending a report as soon as possible is necessary.
They didn't rush, but parked the two trucks on an isolated road, got out of the truck, and entered a nearby small office building.
It's not that they don't want to leave here, but they must know that possibly things around are too dangerous to move for now. They must be very careful and for now Jack only sent the soldier to make contact with the squad that was waiting for them.
In addition, Emma's injury cannot withstand the next trip and the wound must be treated first.
A group of people entered the office building through the side door. Jack handed a gauze he found in the car to one person and asked them to help Emma remove the bullet and bandage the wound.
He then asked others to search the office building and led the soldier back to the truck, saying, "I need you to return to the squad as soon as possible, report what happened, and wait."
"No problem, leave it to me."
Looking at the two trucks riddled with bullets, the soldier patted his chest to calm himself down and then walked towards the front of the truck.
Jack walked towards the back of the truck and looked inside the compartment. Soon he saw that the interior was incomparably messy, and the packed boxes were stacked sideways. Originally, the back was still full when they left, but now it was directly reduced by half.
Reaching out and rummaging through it, Jack quickly found some simple maintenance tools and handed them to the soldier.
He then took some empty boxes and filled them with food, and then carried the boxes to the office building.
Just as Jack was climbing up that building, in the distance, the sound of several trucks was heard. He quickly ran to the window, hid, and observed the situation outside.
Dozens of military trucks were seen advancing on the main road next to them, heading towards the beaver community area.
At the back of the convoy, many heavily armed men followed them, jogging and walking to keep pace, lined up in two by two, without an end in sight.
"Who are these people?"
As Jack was observing the convoy, a man named Luis approached him at some point and said with a sigh, "They are from the support bases, they must be heading towards the base to support the attack."
"Then, that community you belong to is very strong..."
"Well, sort of, but in the end there is always a power struggle that prevents us from prospering together, damn idiots..."