Chapter 208

Chapter 207, You are Neymar in the battlefield, right?

Allen did not dare to delay. Their current ammunition was only enough for two spare magazines for three people, and some of the bullets were not full at all.

The remaining 200 loose bullets were no different from nothing before they were loaded into the magazine.

Rushing to the second floor quickly, Sweep was still holding a gun and monitoring the yard at the back door. This was his duty as a sniper.

Allen did not disturb him. He quickly pulled out an empty magazine given to him by Sanderson from the magazine rack, and took out a handful of bullets from his pocket with his other hand, and pressed the bullets into the magazine one by one.

They were in a hurry. They had to replenish the bullets as soon as possible, otherwise when the enemy reacted and attacked fiercely, they would probably only be beaten.

Allen's movements were fast, but after all, it was not as convenient as a loader.

Generally, they would carry several fast loaders in their backpacks. Allen only needed to put all the scattered bullets on the tray of the loader and then fix the empty magazine.

Finally, he pushed the slide hard to push all the bullets into the magazine at once. The whole logistics process did not take more than a few minutes.

However, those things were on the Hummer, and he could only press them into the magazine one by one by hand.

It was very slow, but there was no other way.

The two did not speak, and they were silently doing their own work. In addition to the gunshots coming from downstairs and outside the window, there was only the click of Allen's continuous loading of bullets.

"We have to retreat, Allen, how long will it take you?"

Sanderson's voice came from the headset. Allen looked at the magazine that had just been loaded on the ground and the new magazine that had just been loaded in his hand, and sighed helplessly.

"I just finished one, I can't do it quickly without a loader!"

Sanderson and the captain looked at each other, and saw determination in each other's eyes.

"Stop it, take Sweep with you, let's retreat!"

The current situation may not be able to wait until dark. Seeing that the back door has not been attacked for a long time, and several brothers have been lost, the enemy commander simply ordered a strong attack, vowing to keep a few people here.

"Understood!"

Alan agreed, stuffed all the magazines into the magazine rack, put the scattered bullets in his hand back into his pocket, and was thinking about going forward to help Sweep downstairs.

However, the next second, he suddenly saw a round thing flying in from the corner of his eye.

"Grenade!"

Before Alan shouted a grenade, Sweep reacted first.

I saw his right hand holding the gun suddenly let go of the handle, and then stretched it to the side, just blocking the grenade's flight trajectory, and actually caught the grenade miraculously!

How dare Sweep keep this thing, he raised his hand and threw this deadly thing back out of the window.

The next second, there was a loud bang, and the fragments from the explosion splashed along the window to the ceiling, and Swepp's arm was almost damaged.

"Alan! How are you!"

The captain who heard the noise hurriedly called his teammates upstairs through the radio. He didn't want to see another partner fall in this damn place!

"Damn it, we're fine, Swepp threw the grenade out in time!"

Alan wiped the dust off his face. The grenade just now scared him.

If it weren't for Swepp's quick reaction, the two of them would probably have been killed by that ghost thing now!

The captain breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, thinking that it was good that the two of them were fine. Just as he was about to order them to go downstairs quickly, he saw a round thing flying in front of him!

The captain quickly reached out to catch it. He must not let the grenade fly into the house, otherwise he and Sanderson would be finished!

However, he was not as lucky as Swepp. The grenade flew past his fingertips and the captain caught nothing.

"Fuck!"

The captain only had time to shout this sentence, and he missed the best opportunity to catch the ball. He could only watch the grenade fly towards Sanderson beside him.

Sanderson on the side did not notice the grenade flying in at the first time. When he saw the ghost thing clearly, the grenade was almost close.

Sanderson's eyes were wide open, and he didn't care about anything else. Before the grenade landed, he kicked it sideways and kicked it out through the window again!

Boom!

But just a short distance away from the window, the time-delay fuse inside the grenade had "burned" to the end, and the shock wave and fragments caused by the explosion crossed the entire window.

"Ah!"

Sanderson screamed in pain, and a fragment hit his chest. The powerful kinetic energy pushed him backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

"Xiao Qiang!"

The captain, who was lucky enough to avoid the shrapnel attack due to his low posture, hurriedly called Sanderson who fell to the ground. At the same time, he raised the muzzle of the gun, which was slightly red, and kept firing back at the window.

"Damn, I'm fine."

Sanderson coughed twice and looked down to check his chest. Apart from the pain, he didn't see any blood spilling.

"The shrapnel hit my bulletproof plate, but fortunately it didn't penetrate, it just hurt a little."

After taking two breaths, Sanderson slowly got up. This time it was really uncomfortable. It felt like someone elbowed him and he almost couldn't breathe.

"Alan, retreat!"

There was no time to delay. Since the other side had already used grenades, it meant that the other side had been constantly capturing people alive. They had to leave the house as soon as possible!

Alan pulled Sweep's arm and put it on his shoulder, and then the two of them hurried downstairs, not daring to delay upstairs any longer.

Sanderson and the captain covered the two of them, and their rifles continued to spit out fire, constantly suppressing the enemies across the street.

Although they were not sure of the exact number of enemies, they must not let the people on the opposite side have the opportunity to throw grenades again!

Walls, windows, and doors were all targets for the two to suppress. Once they found someone dared to show his head, the two would press over with a series of bullets!

However, two fists could not beat four hands. No matter how good the two people's shooting skills were, they could not suppress all the enemy's attacks for a long time.

What's more, they didn't have much ammunition, which was not enough to support their continuous counterattack!

Fortunately, Allen and the others were quick in their movements. When the two came downstairs, Sanderson retreated to the door first. He had to be the vanguard of the team to open the way for others!

Sanderson took off the last stun grenade on his waist and planned to repeat the trick.

Unlocking the safety and pulling out the safety pin, Sanderson gave the two people behind him a look, and without shouting any countdown, he threw it out the back door when he was ready.

He was familiar with the process. Sanderson had demonstrated the same situation once before, and the result this time was no exception.

The enemy who had rushed in from the alley outside the back door had just been baptized by a round of grenades, and had more or less injuries on his body.

The few survivors had just recovered from the explosion and were about to fight back, but they were immediately shaken by the stun grenade.

The few people didn't even see what Sanderson's face looked like before he shot them one by one with a volley of bullets.