"Damn it! Dr. Jonathan, your grandson, is actually the commander of a team. Do you still want a little face?"

As the qi and blood churning between the chest and abdomen were strongly churning, when the translator spit out a big mouthful of blood from his mouth, he couldn't help but scold such a sentence.

In this guy's tone at this moment, it was filled with indescribable intense depression and anger.

As for his curse, Dr. Jonathan was not angry at all; he even took off the M1 helmet from his head and gave a hat-taking ceremony to the translator.

Seeing this, the translator felt even more depressed and almost vomited another mouthful of blood.

By the way! When the translator took the lead in rushing out from the position, he actually had a bold idea in his mind, thinking of avenging Shi Polu, his teammate.

Use your awesome Dragon Subduing Palm and call out with all your strength.

Fuck Dr. Jonathan, Uncle Sam, to death, and put it on the ground and even if it can't be lifted.

However, his idea was beautiful, but it was a little cruel in reality.

Like others on the Iwatsuki Mountain position, the translator who was injured many times in the previous battle was also affected by the two key things, food and water, and the serious lack of it.

The body has not recovered well, and now his combat effectiveness has also declined significantly.

What's even more disgusting is that when the translator waved his palms full of calluses and rushed towards Dr. Jonathan's target.

This vulgar middle-aged white man didn't care about his identity as a team commander at all. He hid among the soldiers for most of the time and carried out operations to avoid war on the translator.

What a shameless guy! It's completely more unqualified and shameless than Hu Biao's one.

Let the soldiers who were injected with chicken blood fight with them while they were allowed to fight with them.

I often take advantage of the moment when the translator is just a slap, and the old force is not yet born; I take the opportunity to rush up and attack Cold Zi.

Then, regardless of whether there is a hit or not, immediately retreat far away and wait for the next opportunity to attack.

But as a team commander, Dr. Jonathan is already a little higher than a translator in actual combat effectiveness; coupled with this kind of obscene attack method.

For a time, it can be said that the threat posed to the translator was extremely great.

So, after a short period of time, the translator slapped more than ten soldiers who rushed up to kill him and thus promoted him to raise the salary.

But Dr. Jonathan also seized an opportunity a second ago and hit his lower abdomen with an uppercut.

God knows why the strength carried on that punch is so great?

The poor translator at that time was knocked away by this hook, and after he fell heavily to the ground, he vomited a large mouthful of blood.

When you feel that your intestines, waist, lungs and other organs are twisted under the huge impact force.

Under the influence of severe pain, the translator could not get up at all, and Dr. Jonathan had already begun to make a move to pull the gun from the holster.

It can be said that he won't give him any time and he will be killed soon.

‘Ba,ba,ba~’ In a very short time, Dr. Jonathan shot out all the M1911 pistol in his hand and all 7 rounds in the magazine.

At only ten meters away, these seven bullets could be said to be without exception, all hit the translator.

However, the pain in the chest, abdomen, arms, and thighs is quite painful, but it is all not fatal.

So, the translator who was ready to cool down immediately after he was ready, became a little confused due to severe pain in his chest, abdomen and limbs.

But in a blink of an eye, when he saw Dr. Jonathan and the soldiers in his surroundings, with playful expressions on his face.

Suddenly, some huge anger arose in the heart of the translator.

Damn! This is too disgusting, because the other party obviously doesn't want to kill him so easily, but is like treating a prey that has fallen into a trap and cannot resist at all.

I plan to torture him a little bit, and not to completely solve him after I am satisfied...

In fact, this is true. Dr. Jonathan doesn't want to kill him so easily, such an opponent who seems to have no ability to fight back.

I think he is a team of Uncle Sam's family. This kind of commander who ranks in the top 10 of the system teams with hundreds of systems should be able to rank in the top 10 teams, but he actually became a commander who was barely in the hands of the team.

All the reasons are caused by guys from the Zhongzhou Team.

Because the gap in strength is a little bigger, Hu Biao and the main players of the Zhongzhou teams do not have much strength to take revenge.

But torture the team member in front of him first, he can still do it if he breathes out first.

So he was very sure just now that he could use the M1911 pistol in his hand to blow the interpreter's head with just one shot, but he didn't do that.

Hey! Just play ~

Instead, he deliberately shot the interpreter, his chest and abdomen wearing DIY body armor, or his limbs, and other non-fatal places.

This will not kill the opponent directly, but with the power of the 0.45-caliber pistol bullet, each shot can make the poor translator's face distorted in pain.

The above scene fell into Jonathan's eyes, which made him feel indescribable.

It seems that all the depression I suffered in the previous mission was vented at this moment.

So, after quickly finishing the bullets in the magazine, Dr. Jonathan could quickly replace it with a new magazine, but after exiting the magazine, he slowly pressed it into it.

Why? Because he believes that such an action and process can make the other party bear more mental pressure before death.

Isn't this! The translator at that time looked around instinctively, hoping that someone would support him; or give him a shot and he could get rid of himself.

As a result, after a few quick glances around, my heart was cold.

Because on the battlefield today, he seems to be the last person on the position, and even the two-meter member of the Maozi team has been killed in battle under the siege.

At first glance, several members of the opponent's team were now like wild dogs snatching food, fighting for the two Russian teams, even the system equipment on Shi Polu and Bazi, as well as other spoils.

The translator immediately felt what real despair was.

Even during this process, he clearly saw a white man with curly hair, excitedly took out a pack of sand cigarettes from Bazi's pocket and stuffed them into his pocket.

Such a desperate behavior did not make him happy.

He wasn't afraid at all when he died! The translator who had participated in so many missions can be regarded as a veteran of the Zhongzhou team.

If you use the fingers of both hands to calculate the number of times you have died in various postures, you will definitely be a little dissatisfied; but if you use the fingers of one hand to calculate the number, it is definitely not enough.

It can be said that in terms of death, the translator has rich experience.

When I encountered this kind of thing, I felt that it was just that and I wouldn’t be too scared.

But the strong feeling of dying like now, or the feeling of being so depressed that he could not even die almost made him go crazy on the spot.

The question is, what can he do now?

Under the severe internal injuries in the body, all the limbs of the body were penetrated; it can be said that the translator just wanted to pull out the dagger on his thigh, and he could not even give him a single knife.

Just when such a translator even wanted to try the legendary operation method of biting his tongue and committing suicide, a voice of a rough man like an angel began to ring in his ears.

That was the Motorola Walkie-Talk that had been hanging on his left shoulder, which was a bit heavy.

Suddenly, the voice of Bacon, the teammate, began to say:

"Hey, hey, call the Yanyueshan position. I am the artillery support team here. I am the captain bacon; are there any living people on the position? What can I do for you?"

"Fire at me, hurry up, little red guy, hurry up and fire at me~"

With the last little strength in his chest and abdomen, the bacon roared so wildly.

*******

"Target Iwatsuki Mountain Highlands, fire the gun~"

When the translator, a teammate, came from his ears, almost using his last energy and shouted at him like this in his mouth.

Following the sound, two gunshots of "bang, bang~".

Then, at the other end of the walkie-talkie, no sound came over.

This made bacon, which had rich combat experience, come up with some situations similar to the facts in his mind almost instantly:

All the personnel on this side were dead on the Yanyue Mountain position.

Suddenly, Bagu's heart became angry like never before, and shouted at the group of two sword artillery soldiers under his command with all their might.

Even after yelling, he added another sentence to his mouth:

"Blow me hard and kill those little red guys; no! Fight those Western devils to death and say they are little red guys, they are insulting this word~"

And under the roar of bacon, the artillery squad under his command immediately took action.

In fact, after the battle began, under observation with a telescope, Bacon vaguely discovered the Iwatsuki Mountain Highlands. The situation this time was not good.

So I had already put it in my hands in advance, with a total of 3.5 107mm rocket launchers.

Based on the coordinates I had obtained long ago, I aimed at the Iwatsuki Mountain Highland.

Therefore, under the command of bacon, a 107mm rocket that was 42 times in three seconds was smashed toward the Iwatsuki Mountain Highlands.

Ten seconds later, when the last rocket flew out of the barrel.

Bacon didn't care about the shelling. The specific result of the battle was so loud that he started roaring loudly: "Hurry, hurry, hurry, evacuate immediately according to the original plan~"

In such an order, Willis Jeep quickly dragged a 107mm rocket launcher.

There are also the scene of members of the relevant artillery squad retreating desperately, which was staged here again.

The reason for this is that it is because the Guo army has mastered absolute air superiority.

Every time the small artillery unit of Bacon and others escaped from the cover of air defense firepower and took the initiative to attack, it was actually a huge adventure.
To be continued...