Chapter 1850: Control procrastination

"The transport convoy was attacked?" Renierev said slowly, his tone of voice seemed to be a bit slower than others, but fortunately he usually didn't speak much.
"Yes, they sent a distress signal, we have to rush to support. The strategist asks you to take someone to the rescue first, we will rush over immediately after we handle the matter here." The secret agency's militant whispered . But even he felt a little uncomfortable with this man named Renélev.
This person is a bit special, as if his presence will make others feel uneasy. His eyes are lifeless, and his face is almost always painted with camouflage paint. This desert camouflage suit on the body is the so-called auspicious suit. It is generally equipped by a sniper and can simulate branches and leaves, weeds, stones, etc. It can play a good camouflage effect in different natural environments.
After listening to the secret society militants, Renélev nodded and stood up and said, "Yes, you do yours, and I do mine." He turned around with the gun on his back. He speaks slowly, but he walks strangely fast.
Maklovsky opened the curtains from a room in the town and looked out. A convoy of about a dozen people had already hurried out of the town, raising a dust on the dirt road outside. "he's gone?"
"Yes," the secret society militant whispered, "with the others."
Maklovsky checked his watch, turned and said, "The person who told us to clean up, we will leave in an hour."
"Go and support them?"
"Go and clean up the mess for them." Maqlovsky said calmly, "If I guessed correctly. That swamp land will be the place where the death of the Caucasus is buried."
The secret society militants changed their expressions, bowed their heads in silence, and dared not say a word.
On the side of the road, the fighting continued. This was a strange battle. It stands to reason that this was not an encounter, but an ambush, but the battle lasted more than an hour, and there were few casualties on both sides. Except for the first and last two vehicles that were destroyed by the bombing, the convoy did not have much casualties, but the exchange of fire between the two sides was not small.
The o2 team ambushing on the hillside stopped for a while after a while, anyway, as long as they trapped the team, their goal was achieved. Because the team is not their goal, Renélev, who came to support, is their goal.
However, their conscious control of the attacking rhythm was misinterpreted by the secret society. The head of the secret agency’s transport convoy identified this as an armed force. Moreover, it is believed that these militants do not want to attack the convoy, but that their combat effectiveness is too poor, resulting in their weak attack and insufficient follow-up power.
The convoy commander of the secret agency made a decisive decision and issued an order to break through. The front row members of the team were appointed as the commando team because they were almost fully staffed and hardly affected. So they rushed out all the way, trying to use the cars in front to forcefully drive the destroyed vehicle. After clearing the roadblocks for the convoy behind, other convoy members also started their vehicles, firing shots to cover them, and continuing to approach forward.
"Boss, they seem to want to break through. They are starting the vehicle and squeezing away the destroyed car in front. Once they rush out of the gap, they will successfully break through." Crazy Horse whispered while strengthening the firepower below. "What should we do now?"
"Snake Eye, we have to find a way to stop their car." Lin Rui pressed the communication headset and said loudly, "Get them for me."
Snake's eyes solemnly understood, and his face was tightly pressed against the butt. Fire continuously!
"Boom bang bang!!!" The cars headed below tilted suddenly, the tires on one side were all blown out, and the car body tilted to one side. The vehicle itself was advancing, trying to drive the car in front of it. The wheels on this side were destroyed and the front was blocked again. The car body tilted involuntarily and became horizontal on the road. The roads that were not so spacious were blocked tightly.
"Sniper!" shouted the armed personnel of the secret agency below. With the explosion of a few more grenades, their voices were suppressed. After the success of the o2 team members, the secret society-armed convoy was caught in a dilemma.
Lin Rui observed with the telescope, and then whispered, "Good job. Now they don't want to move the place for now. The reconnaissance team turned to the west and watched their reinforcements."
"Understood!" Sergey and Sandro replied on the wireless channel.
Lin Rui looked down at the situation below, and said in a low voice, "Be careful, these people are desperate and will surely fight back. It is very possible to assemble and initiate a charge. As long as we guard against them, our goal will be complete. Achieved."
Lin Rui's prediction was not bad at all. After a few minutes, the battle started again. At first, the number of gunshots could be heard, and then it sounded like a gust of wind and thunder. In short, the world suddenly became chaotic. Up.
Bullets rained down on the convoy below, and these secret agencies rushed up. But after leaving the convoy, they had no bunkers at first. The trees or stones on the roadside became their fortifications. Later, the pits exploded by the grenades became their bunkers.
Several armed personnel of the secret society jumped from this pit to that pit, and the guns in his hands blasted the hillside. While shooting, he shouted: Hit - hit me hard. Later, he could not hear the machine gun fire. When he turned his head to look, the machine gunner beside him was already lying there still.
The Secret Service militant ran over and pushed his companion, but he felt something sticky in his hand. He knew that it was blood. He couldn't control much. He wanted to make the machine gun sound and crush the enemy on the hillside. Go down. The machine gun rang in his arms.
Every inch of the ground on the ground was hot, even the air burned his throat, the body of the machine gun burned off the skin of his hand, and his ears buzzed with nothing but explosions and gunfire.
These secret society members were blushing. In the flames, he saw the enemy on the hillside vaguely, but there were only a few figures. He swept the muzzle over. During this period, he did not know how many magazines he changed, the positions on both sides. At first he was able to take a look at it, the flames on both sides were also blazing, but now he can no longer take care of other places, only the enemy in front of him.
Fighting, killing, I don't know how long it took, the position suddenly fell silent, and there was no sound, only his machine gun was still ringing. He stopped and listened quietly. His ear drums were still humming. It was a sequelae after a great battle. He had encountered it before, and it would be better after a while.
But so far, he hasn't seen a person who attacked them. Instead, the bodies of several companions were lying around. The moment he was hit, he couldn't help but feel cold. He seemed to understand that these people on the mountain were definitely not armed people.
But when these secret society militants understood, their offensive was completely contained.