Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 1580 1276: Pursuit Like a Mad Dog (Part 3)

A few pickups targeted them, and heavy machine gun bullets poured down on the sand dunes and rocks that were their cover, forcing them to keep their heads down.

Gravel and sand fell, almost burying them.

"Madn! Sons of bitches!"

A rearguard militia gritted his teeth and suddenly leaned out to fire an AT4 rocket launcher.

The rocket accurately hit the front of a pickup, turning it into a fireball.

But imdiately, more bullets rained down on them.

"Boss! We're pinned down! We can't retreat!" the deputy gunner shouted.

Jiang Feng's lips were cracked; he licked the dust from the corner of his mouth, his gaze sweeping over the ever-approaching figures of the enemy and the pickups maneuvering around them. He knew that if they didn't move now, they'd be stuck for good.

"Fire the smoke bombs, block their sight! Everyone, move towards Kiri Town, cover each other and retreat!" He gave the most difficult command.

The surviving rearguard soldiers desperately threw smoke bombs, white smoke rapidly spreading.

Under the cover of the smoke, they shot backward as they ran desperately, each step landing on the bodies of their comrades and enemies.

The shouts, gunfire, and explosions behind them pursued them relentlessly.

anwhile, on the outskirts of Kiri Town, Samir led the militia that had arrived earlier, hastily constructing a defense line using the relatively sturdy buildings at the town entrance, broken walls, and a natural low bank ford by a dried riverbed.

More dispersed soldiers and a few injured ones kept returning, bringing more tragic and desperate news from the rear.

Jiang Feng rushed into the town and found Samir, who was directing fortification works. The two n exchanged a glance, seeing endless exhaustion and gravity in each other's eyes.

"What's the situation?" Jiang Feng asked, panting heavily.

"We've lost over a third, most of the heavy weapons are gone, morale... is very low," Samir's voice was hoarse. "Can we really hold for eight hours?"

Jiang Feng looked at the dust in the distance, where 1515's pickups and a large force were approaching.

He wiped the blood and sweat off his face, his eyes turning sharp and resolute again:

"We have to hold, even if we can't! The old commander said he would co, he will co! Before I see him, even if I die, I'll take a few of the enemy's teeth with !"

He grabbed a PKM general-purpose machine gun handed over from a wounded man, checked the ammunition belt, and shouted at the surrounding, frightened militia:

"Listen up! We have nowhere to retreat! This is Kiri Town, our final stand! Think of your families, think of the hos destroyed by these madn! Whether you die like a coward shot in the back or like a man fighting to the last, the choice is yours!"

"Check your weapons, distribute the ammunition, reinforce the fortifications! Fast! They haven't given us much ti!" Samir also took the opportunity to loudly urge.

The surviving soldiers of the "Liberation Forces," driven by the instinct to survive and the last bit of courage, went madly about reinforcing the defenses with whatever they could find.

At this mont, 1515's vanguard troops, an assault team of dozens of ard pickups, charged forward to the outskirts of Kiri Town like hyenas slling blood.

Without any pause, not even conducting proper reconnaissance, the heavy machine guns on the pickups spewed long tongues of fire, and bullets like a tal storm instantly riddled the outermost few mud houses at the town entrance, sending clods flying.

The true purgatory of offense and defense had begun.