Dad kidnapped me to join the army, and the whole army asked me to be their instructor.

"Come here, come here!"

Smith ran forward while waving hard to the injured mercenary.

"Everyone come towards me! Hurry... those who want to survive, crawl faster!"

"Bring me all the weapons and ammunition!"

Many wounded soldiers in the front heard his shouts, and hope suddenly rekindled in their eyes.

Many people immediately turned around and crawled towards him.

But some injured mercenaries were bleeding too much.

Because I couldn't handle it in time, I couldn't move at this time.

He could only watch his less injured companion leave with despair in his eyes.

They all knew that when the war started, they would be in a hail of bullets.

When the time comes, both sides will become red-blooded, and neither their own people nor the people of the Yan Kingdom will take their lives seriously.

They are completely dead.

"Sir is finally back!"

"Sir, I knew you wouldn't abandon us!"

Some mercenaries limped over.

Some had their legs shot and had to crawl over.

But every mercenary was extremely excited, just like a drowning man who saw a life-saving straw.

I will definitely try my best to seize the last hope.

Smith nodded vigorously at each mercenary who came over.

Then he said some words of encouragement to them: don’t give up, we must unite, and so on.

Then, his eyes looked forward again.

The reason why he stopped here was because he no longer dared to go any further.

Years of combat experience made him realize that if he went forward, he would definitely be surrounded by people from the Yan Kingdom.

He had just noticed that when they were gathering the wounded, the encirclement of the Yan Nation people was shrinking at the same time.

The reason why he was so sure was because the Tiger Regiment accurately hit several of his men.

Based on the distance and the location of the gunfire, they must be shrinking the encirclement.

If he moved forward any further, he might even be hit.

If he is injured, even if reinforcements arrive, he may not be able to escape quickly.

So after careful consideration, Smith decided to stay where he was and let his men build trenches on the spot.

Just stay here and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

As for the remaining injured men, they can crawl back if they can. If they can't crawl back, it's their lives.

"Hurry! The commander is over there!"

"People behind, hurry up. Our commander is back to save us. We are saved!"

Many people shouted excitedly, hoping that their companions would come over quickly.

These are not stupid, they know that the boss is not just coming back to save them.

But now, the only way to survive is to stay together for warmth.

bang bang bang...

At this moment, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from behind.

Along with it, there were screams one after another.

"Help! People from the Yan Kingdom are here. Help..."

A shrill scream came.

The frightened and injured mercenaries did not dare to look back.

All he had to do was take out his third leg and crawl towards the boss with him.

The corners of Smith's eyes twitched. His judgment was indeed correct. The Yan people were shrinking the encirclement!

He was so angry that he clenched his fists and his face became even more ugly.

I have fought for so many years and fought against so many people.

I have never seen anyone as despicable, shameless and vile as the people from the Yan Kingdom.

They are hiding in the darkness. You can't hit them even if you want to, and you can't retreat even if you want to.

When I tried to hide, they kept harassing me.

Without heavy weapons and air support, Smith simply didn't know how to deal with Yan Guo's troops.

He exhaled and slowly closed his eyes.

He remembered that someone had told him before that the Yan Kingdom's army was so powerful and terrifying, and it was especially good at field battles.

Decades ago, Sam gathered armies from all over the world to fight the Yan Kingdom.

During the day, they were so aggressive that they felt like they could survive every second.

But once darkness enters, troops from all countries will fall into endless fear.

They knew that when night fell, Yanguo soldiers would appear like devils.

Blow their heads off and capture their positions.

In the past, he had thought that this was a joke and that it was impossible.

Even a few decades ago, Western troops participated in World War II and were the most experienced troops in the world.

Moreover, although the equipment at that time was much weaker than it is now, it was still much better than the rags of the Yan Kingdom.

Is this equivalent to a group of industrial countries going to fight an ancient agricultural country, only to be defeated by them in the end?

Rumors, absolute rumors.

But now he believed it, he was utterly convinced.

Decades later, rabbits are still as scary as ever.

When night falls, they are the masters of the night.

You can't see where they are, but they are everywhere.

Maybe they are integrated with the darkness, tearing apart space at any time, and can give him a knife.

Suddenly, Smith felt a cold chill on his neck, which made his scalp numb with fear, and every nerve in his body tensed up.

He quickly touched his neck with his hand and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was an illusion. Fortunately, it was an illusion. My neck is fine...

"Sir, do you want to continue digging?"

one of his men asked loudly.

Smith quickly turned his head.

Following his instructions, his men had dug a large hole in the sand.

The wounded soldiers were responsible for digging in the middle, while the uninjured soldiers were responsible for digging in the open areas.

In a short time, they had dug an oval hole with a diameter of more than 20 meters and a depth of one meter.

"Dig, keep digging!" Smith said coldly.

The subordinates made a sad face and said miserably: "That's almost enough, everyone can ambush here..."

"Idiot!" Smith said angrily: "We are in the light, the enemy is in the dark, and they are distributed in all directions, and we don't know what weapons they have!"

"What if they suddenly appear out of nowhere and attack us with grenades after they get close, do you think a large number of us will be killed?"

The subordinate's eyes twitched, and he asked in fear: "Sir, it's not that evil, is it? As long as we stay on both sides, they shouldn't be able to get close..."

"idiot!"

Smith was furious: "At this point, you can still say such stupid things!"

His saliva sprayed all over the other person's face.

The other men were also stunned subconsciously. They all stopped what they were doing and turned around to look over.

Smith glared at the idiot, then looked at the others and said, "Before, I made a very stupid mistake, that is, I seriously underestimated the fighting power of the Yanguo people!"

"You have also seen that retribution will come soon!"

"So many of us have died, and now we are beaten and huddled here like dogs. This is the price of underestimating the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom!"

"If we continue to underestimate them and take chances, I can guarantee that by the time the reinforcements arrive, this hole will have been buried, and we will all be buried in it!"

"There will be a monument erected on it, and it says, This is the cemetery of a group of arrogant and stupid people!"

All the mercenaries looked serious.

Although Smith's words didn't sit well with them, they absolutely agreed.

Along the way just now, people from the Yan Kingdom were appearing and disappearing, and the dragon was nowhere to be seen.

They fired so many bullets and grenades all around.

The rifle grenades are almost gone.

But the Yanguo people seemed to have suffered no loss at all.

On the contrary, the number of their people became smaller and smaller.

Now there are only about 40 of them that are not injured and truly intact.

Before dawn, as long as the Yan people were still around them, anything could happen.

Even those people may suddenly come out like marmots in front of the position and shoot at them.

"Those who want to live, those who want to go home, those who want to sleep with women, those who want to spend all your money, come to me and dig them up!"

Smith yelled: "Twice as deep and twice as long!"

"Only by spreading out and avoiding being hit by their concentrated firepower can anyone survive!"

"I can't guarantee that everyone can leave, but at least those who leave alive can help collect the bodies of fallen brothers and send letters back to your relatives! Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

Everyone nodded vigorously and immediately began to wave the weapon shovels in their hands.

Some even took out two daggers and dug sand pits frantically.

bang bang bang...

bang bang bang...

Gunshots and screams kept coming from behind.

Every time a gunshot rang out, the mercenaries shuddered.

Every time the screams came, their hearts felt as uncomfortable as a cat scratching a dog.

Because they knew that the comrade who was lagging behind was shot dead by the Yanguo people.

Now, the Yanguo people were approaching them step by step, like ghosts demanding their lives.

"Come on, you bastards!" Smith took a deep breath and looked at the place where the gunfire came from with cold eyes.

"Don't think that we in Blackwater are all idiots! We are all veterans who have been on the battlefield. Let's see today who can survive to the end!"