111: The only bet

"Bang bang bang!"

"Who's there!"

Rost's face suddenly changed.

The only response he received was continuous gunfire, scaring him into quickly ducking for cover.

Watching his comrades fall one by one beside him.

Rost screamed in horror, "What happened? Where did the enemy come from?"

"Quick, shoot out the lights overhead!" he ordered urgently, and the soldiers immediately complied.

The light bulbs shattered, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

Under the cover of night, the small team led by Rost quietly approached the enemy.

Relying on night vision goggles, they were confident they could launch a successful attack.

However, their hope was quickly dashed.

In an instant, a barrage of bullets like a downpour poured down, causing heavy losses to his team within seconds.

Through the night vision goggles, Rost clearly saw this scene, his face turning pale with fright.

The other side clearly also had night vision equipment, and its performance was no worse than theirs; this was his only guess.

Could it be that people from Bear Country had arrived?

This thought made Rost even more panicked, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Haha, good, good!"

Although he didn't know the exact situation, seeing Rost, who had just been arrogant, now in such a sorry state, the Captain on the ground laughed wildly.

Rost saw this, and anger flared up in his heart.

"Go to hell!" he said viciously, raising his gun and firing, the weapon hitting the Captain, and blood splattered.

However, Dudakov did not die in this round of attack; instead, because of the sudden exchange of fire, Rost dragged him aside, causing him to lose his weapon.

Although it was unclear who these newly appeared enemies were, Rost understood that they were after Dudakov.

A living Dudakov was clearly more valuable than a dead one.

Rost felt the surrounding defensive forces rapidly decreasing.

As soldiers of Eagle Country, their firepower coverage in combat was famously fierce.

Once a target was found, they would unleash ammunition and explosives without hesitation.

At this moment, the two sides seemed to have switched roles; the enemy's firepower was even fiercer than before, with countless weapons and grenades pouring down as if they cost nothing, weaving an impenetrable net of fire.

Any soldier attempting to counterattack would be mercilessly sniped, their lives instantly taken.

The enemy not only possessed advanced night vision equipment and weapons, but also accurate snipers!

Sweat dripped from Rost's forehead, falling into the dust at his feet, leaving a small pit.

"Second Squad, charge forward and eliminate them!" Rost roared.

"Reporting, Officer, Second Squad has been completely wiped out."

"Third Squad, Third Squad, charge forward!"

"Yes, Officer!"

Facing this dense rain of bullets, the Third Squad's charge was almost equivalent to suicide, but military orders were like a mountain, and they had no choice.

As soon as a few soldiers began their charge under the Captain's command, they were suppressed by the enemy's firepower.

Coupled with the accurate shooting of the marksmen, before long, the Third Squad was completely wiped out.

A stray bullet flew over Rost's head, making him jump, and he immediately cursed angrily, "Third Squad, what are you doing?"

"Reporting, Officer, Third Squad has already sacrificed themselves!"

"A bunch of useless idiots!" Rost said angrily.

Watching his comrades fall one by one around him, Rost's nerves were stretched to the breaking point.

"Give the order, send a signal to the other side, find their negotiator, and tell them we are Eagle Country troops!"

"Yes, Officer!"

A soldier took out a white cloth that had been prepared long ago, tied it to his gun, and extended it out of the trench to wave, but a grenade happened to land right beside him, burying him under the soil.

"Aren't they afraid of Eagle Country's retaliation by doing this?" Rost said angrily.

He swallowed, a hint of madness appearing in his eyes.

At this critical moment of life and death, Rost knew that if he didn't take action, only death awaited him.

He dragged Dudakov out of the trench as a hostage; this was his only gamble.

Although the weapons were still reaping lives, they seemed to intentionally avoid Rost.

The originally dense firepower gradually thinned out.

Rost's tense mood finally relaxed a little; he knew his gamble had succeeded.

"Hey, whoever you are, listen up! Stop firing immediately and drop your weapons, or I'll break this old man's leg!"

The gunfire suddenly stopped.

The surroundings instantly became silent, and the remaining soldiers peeked out in disbelief.

They actually put down their weapons?

This thought echoed in the heart of every surviving soldier.

"You few, go over and collect their weapons." Rost ordered the few remaining soldiers beside him.

If he had been any later, he might not have had any subordinates left.

"Yes, Officer." The remaining few quickly crawled out from behind cover and walked cautiously towards the entrance.

One step, two steps, three steps, just when everyone, including Rost himself, thought the crisis was resolved.

A gunshot broke the silence.

Immediately after, a string of weapons was fired from the pitch-black exit.

In an instant, several soldiers couldn't dodge in time and fell to the ground.

Facing the enemy's sudden attack, Rost was stunned for a moment, and only came back to his senses after the last subordinate fell.

"You bastards!" Rost roared angrily, completely forgetting his previous ruthlessness, as if he were the innocent party.

"Bang!" The weapon in his hand fired, hitting Dudakov's thigh, and blood splattered.

Dudakov became unstable from the intense pain and fell, which happened to expose Rost behind him. Although Rost reacted immediately, trying to pull Dudakov up as cover, a weapon was already coming towards him.

At this moment, Rost seemed to experience a long period of time, and even a hint of a smile appeared on his face.

But the next second, the immense impact of the sniper weapon blew his head apart.

The area fell silent again. Dudakov covered the wound on his thigh, enduring the pain and not making a sound.

Soon, several beams of light shone from the exit, and someone approached him.

With the help of the light, Dudakov finally saw the faces of the approaching people.

It turned out to be several Asian City faces wearing special forces uniforms.

"You can speak chinese?" Xie Biao asked in surprise.

"Hehe, I can speak a few sentences. I visited your country when I was young and have great respect for your leaders," Dudakov said, enduring the pain.

"We received orders to rescue you. Please come with us."

"Can you tell me who sent you?"

"Well, I'm afraid I can't tell you that, but I can tell you that your grandson, Kadeyafu, is also with us. Big Guy, carry him up."

"Yes, Captain!"

"Kadeyafu? He's still alive?" A glimmer of light flashed in Dudakov's eyes, and he exclaimed.

Before he could ask more questions, Big Guy had already stepped towards Dudakov, but just as he was about to help Dudakov up.

The ground suddenly began to shake violently.