The sound of cannon sounded the signal to charge.

General attack!

"Some people say that we are a fighting nation..."

Arpav, the commander-in-chief of the Russian Front, straightened his beret, threw the helmet in his hand to the ground, and then pulled out his pistol.

As a former signal flag colonel, Alpav had the highest military rank, so he was selected as the commander-in-chief of the Russian Front.

Although Alpav joined Solar System with a monthly salary of 60,000 US dollars, now, he is not a senior employee of Solar System Company, he is not a mercenary of Solar System Company, he is not the person in charge of the Yemen branch of Solar System Company, he is a member of the Russian Front Army

commander.

Even Alpav could not recognize his subordinates because they originally belonged to different departments and different troops.

But now, they all have only one identity. They are Russian front troops. In the battle that determines the fate of mankind, they will fight as Russians.

"Let's really fight to the end!"

Alpav turned around and looked at the soldiers he led, and then he said loudly: "I have nothing to say. You all fight on your own, try to cause more chaos to the enemy, and try to live as long as possible. Everyone, nice to meet you.

you."

The combat uniforms are different, and the weapons are slightly different. Although it is the last battle, the military appearance of the Russian front army is still uneven.

Alpav smiled at the person in front of him, nodded, then turned around and raised his pistol.

Taking a deep breath, Alpav shouted: "Ula!"

"Ula!"

"Ula."

"Ula!"

Alpav lowered his gun and ran at the front.

"Ula..."

A group of Russian special forces, once the best and still the best, charged the enemy's defenses using World War I tactics.

Of course, you can't just rush forward and die, because the role of the Russian front troops is not as simple as rushing forward to show your bravery and then dying.

Why does Gongyang treat the most elite special forces as cannon fodder? Because special forces have stronger individual combat capabilities than ordinary infantry.

The ram needs a gap that it can break into. It doesn't expect there to be any space, it just wants a tiny gap.

We are all the same, we are all betting our lives on an extremely slim hope.

The biggest role of these special forces is to enter Jibuti as much as possible and create chaos for the enemy as much as possible, so that the enemy has to allocate more troops to pursue, intercept and destroy them.

The more the enemy's attention is distracted, the greater the opportunity for Satan, so the Rams need special forces who can still have strong destructive power even if there is only one person left, that's all.

The cuckold's body was covered with machine gun bullets, and he was accompanied by a machine gun sub-shooter whom he had never met before. Because the cuckold was recovering from his serious injury, he didn't even have time to join the solar system or get familiar with the people in the solar system.

The reason why the assistant machine gun shooter is an assistant shooter is because he has always been an assistant shooter before, but the main shooter he was partnered with just died in the battle, so he who was supposed to be a machine gun shooter naturally became the assistant shooter for the cuckold with better combat effectiveness.

.

"Follow me!"

The enemy occupies a large city, so it is impossible for the enemy to surround Jibuti with a human wall.

The defense of this kind of city is very simple, especially in the apocalypse, when there is almost no, no, no one has the ability to pose a threat to Jibuti, then the cleaners who occupy Jibuti will not be able to arrange Jibuti

's impregnable.

There is absolutely no need for the cleaners to run Kitti as a World War II urban fortress.

There are some fortifications and some newly built bunkers on the outskirts of the city, but in view of the population shortage caused by the apocalypse and the scarcity of labor, there are very few newly built bunkers, and they are mainly temporary fortifications built with sandbags and trenches.

The commander-in-chief of the Russian Front threw away his steel helmet and put on a beret with a signal flag.

The cuckold didn't wear a helmet at all.

The Russian front army's formation is still compressed and concentrated, that's because they haven't dispersed yet.

The cuckold lay on the ground. He aimed his machine gun at a position about a thousand meters away and started shooting. He wanted to suppress the enemy's machine gun fire first, and then leave the rest to others.

An attack fire team stopped, deployed the anti-tank missiles on its back, and then opened fire. The bunker a thousand meters away exploded in response. Then, several rocket launchers fired in a salvo, and the machine gun positions in the front were engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

Cloud bombs are not very easy to use when attacking positions in open terrain and cannot exert their full power, but they are not impossible to use.

You must preserve your strength and not be wiped out by the enemy quickly, so your attitude must be firm, but your tactics must be flexible.

You can die generously, but you must survive as long as possible.

But for machine gun shooters, now is not the time to think about this.

The cuckold must prevent others from occupying favorable shooting positions faster, so that his comrades can enter the city and start street battles with the enemy.

The ability of street fighting is the advantage of these special forces.

The cuckold finished shooting a bullet chain, and the enemy infantry was quickly pouring out, organized into companies and platoons, rushing from their stations in the city to the edge of the city to resist the attack of the solar system.

The enemy is unprofessional, the enemy is really unprofessional.

The cuckold who already knew the cleaners came to the conclusion that the enemy was good at plotting. It was really impressive that the enemy could pull up such a large team in secret, but when it came time to fight, they couldn't.

"Troubleshooting team! Come here and knock down that house with me!"

The cuckold was experienced. He selected a house where he wanted to capture and occupied that house as a strong machine gun firepower point.

The cuckold put the machine gun on the corner, and he quickly fired the entire bullet chain, regardless of the rapid consumption of bullets and the barrel of the gun that was starting to turn red.

"Replace bombs..."

The deputy shooter who was already supposed to get a new ammunition belt did not follow up in time. The cuckold yelled angrily, and then he saw his deputy shooter out of the corner of his eye.

Holding the bullet chain, he lay face down on the ground. There was a huge hole on his head, right next to the cuckold's feet.

The cuckold didn't shout anymore. He lowered the muzzle of the gun, opened the receiver cover himself, stuffed one end of the bullet chain wrapped around him into the receiver, buckled it, and then shook his body to shake off the bullet chain.

This set of movements was very smooth and the cuckold was already familiar with it, because he was already familiar with the deputy shooter dying beside him.

"Ah! Ah..."

The cuckold finished shooting an extended bullet chain with three hundred rounds of ammunition. The barrel of the gun was red, and the bullet chain wrapped around his body was gone.

"Ula..."

The machine gun stopped roaring, the green hat roared, and then the comrades hiding behind him jumped out one after another.

"Ula!"
Chapter completed!