Chapter 226

　　Near Exit No. 2, roughly three hundred city defense soldiers from Saint Paul surged out of the drainage channels and the river's defensive structures.

　　Their eyes were bloodshot as they fired and spread outwards, attempting to break through.

　　"Hold them back!" Wang Zheng urgently roared, "Block the exits, watch out for lone soldiers, don't let their commander slip out!"

　　The soldiers stood on the slope, using the low walls on both sides of the river as cover, constantly firing downwards.

　　Seven or eight gunners with light machine guns continuously suppressed the enemy below, but more and more enemies still poured out of the tunnel.

　　Seeing the scene before him, Wang Zheng immediately shouted, "Xiao Jiu, get me Director Jin on the comms!"

　　Xiao Jiu had been closely following Wang Zheng. Hearing this, he immediately took off the communication device he was carrying and connected to Jin Maohui.

　　"Director Jin!" Wang Zheng grabbed the communicator and yelled, "We don't have enough people here to hold Exit No. 2. Send reinforcements as soon as possible, or they're definitely going to escape!"

　　"Alright! I'll arrange for people to go there immediately!" Jin Maohui hurriedly hung up the communication.

　　"The large teams will break into smaller teams, continue to spread outwards! Those with good marksmanship, hide in the woods and don't move. Shoot the enemy soldiers who come out! Kill them directly, leave none alive!" Wang Zheng commanded while firing.

　　…

　　On the main force's side, Jin Maohui ran while shouting into the communicator, "Near the No. 2 basement, are there any other troops nearby?"

　　The staff officer quickly recalled and said, "Only Sun Wei's men, who are responsible for covering us, are nearby, about a thousand people."

　　"Immediately notify him and tell him to support Wang Zheng's troops! That exit is about to be breached!" Jin Maohui ordered decisively without thinking.

　　"Yes!" The staff officer immediately went to notify Sun Wei.

　　…

　　Near the heavy factory, Sun Wei received the communication from above. They didn't have a main attack mission, so they had been following behind the main force. On one hand, they were responsible for treating the wounded, and on the other hand, they were responsible for carrying military supplies.

　　After hanging up the communication, Sun Wei's face was anxious, and he waved his hand and shouted, "Wang Zheng's side can't hold on anymore! Quickly send people to support Wang Zheng!"

　　"Are we in the support team also going?" Sun Wu couldn't help but ask.

　　Sun Wei glared at him, his tone urgent, "It's come to this, anyone who can hold a gun has to go! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Abandon the heavy equipment, leave only a squad to guard it. Everyone else, light march, charge quickly!"

　　Urged on, Sun Wei led seven or eight hundred people to support Exit No. 2.

　　…

　　Exit No. 2.

　　The soldiers rushing out of the drainage channel were like madmen, completely disregarding casualties, charging up the gentle slope against the dense rain of bullets.

　　These people weren't from ordinary units, but were from the Saint Paul Garrison Command's direct combat regiment; in other words, they were Gustav's Imperial Guards.

　　With the nature of this type of troop, if they didn't fight desperately now, when would they?

　　"Da da da!"

　　Wang Zheng held a hot light machine gun, frantically sweeping downwards.

　　Xiao Jiu was squatting not far from Wang Zheng, also firing to cover him.

　　"Pu pu pu!"

　　Bullets crisscrossed in the air, and the soldiers on Wang Zheng's side also had blood mists erupting from their bodies, falling behind the low wall that had been riddled with bullets.

　　Many of the brothers who had been smoking together in the building just now had already fallen.

　　"Hold on! Reinforcements are coming soon!" Wang Zheng yelled at the top of his lungs, "Just one more breath, brothers!"

　　"Click!"

　　With a crisp sound, the bullets ran out. Wang Zheng immediately turned around and shouted at Xiao Jiu, "Xiao Jiu, the magazine!"

　　Xiao Jiu took off the last machine gun magazine from his body and threw it to Wang Zheng.

　　"Charge!"

　　"Aaaaah!"

　　Just as Wang Zheng was changing the magazine, a deafening roar suddenly came from the riverbed below.

　　Two rows of garrison soldiers with tactical packs on their chests, eyes bloodshot, formed a human wall and charged up the slope desperately.

　　"Fire!" Wang Zheng, having reloaded the magazine, roared with bulging eyes, "Shoot them down!"

　　"Da da da!"

　　The soldiers pulled the trigger, unleashing the bullets in their guns!

　　A large number of city defense soldiers fell on the gentle slope, their corpses forming a connected mass.

　　Under the cover of the human wall, seven or eight flamethrower soldiers carrying fuel tanks emerged below. They held flamethrowers, spraying out billowing flames onto the slope!

　　In the blink of an eye, several soldiers were set on fire, screaming and falling to the ground.

　　"Careful!" Xiao Jiu directly pressed Wang Zheng's head down, lying on the ground.

　　The flamethrower soldiers suppressed Wang Zheng and the others, continuing to advance slowly up the slope.

　　"Stun grenades!" Wang Zheng roared, and at the same time, he took off the grenades hanging on his chest and threw them outwards!

　　"Bang bang bang!"

　　More than a dozen stun grenades were thrown down, and the dazzling white light temporarily blinded them, so they could only continue to spray fire based on their feeling.

　　Taking advantage of this gap, Wang Zheng picked up the machine gun and launched another attack with the soldiers!

　　"Da da da!"

　　The flamethrower soldiers were constantly shot down and fell on the hillside.

　　"Click!"

　　With another crisp sound, Wang Zheng's magazine ran out again, so he turned his head and shouted at Xiao Jiu, "Magazine!"

　　Xiao Jiu was covered in sweat. He glanced around and saw that a machine gunner's corpse next to him still had a magazine hanging on it. So he hurriedly bent down, ran over, and reached out to take the magazine from the other person's chest.

　　At this moment, a sniper hiding in the pipe aimed at the fuel tank on the back of a flamethrower soldier lying on the slope.

　　"Bang!"

　　"Boom!"

　　A bullet accurately hit the fuel tank, followed by a violent fireball, and the flames quickly spread in the air, splashing around like blooming flowers.

　　Several soldiers were ignited by the flames and rolled down the slope, wailing. And Xiao Jiu, who had just taken off the magazine and was about to return, also had a ball of flame fall on his body.

　　The fire instantly ignited on Xiao Jiu's body, and in the blink of an eye, it devoured the outline of his body.

　　"Xiao Jiu!" Wang Zheng turned his head and roared.

　　"Ah!!"

　　Xiao Jiu screamed and ran in the opposite direction from Wang Zheng, tripped, and fell to the ground with a thud.

　　Wang Zheng stood there, watching helplessly as the flames devoured Xiao Jiu, but he was powerless, because this kind of fire couldn't be extinguished at all.

　　"...I...I...I'm leaving...!" Xiao Jiu lay on the ground, pulled out his pistol with his burning hand, held it against his temple, and directly pulled the trigger.

　　"Bang!"

　　The bullet pierced Xiao Jiu's head, the wind roared around him, and the flames continued to burn his body…

　　…

　　On the side of Exit No. 1, more armored vehicles and city defense soldiers were constantly coming out of the tunnel!

　　"Da da da!"

　　Bullets continued to fire in all directions, instantly knocking down several soldiers.

　　Hou Guoyu became anxious and shouted at Lao Hei near the stairwell, "Come back quickly! The tunnel entrance is open, don't worry about that side!"

　　"Cover! Pay attention to cover!" Lao Hei shouted at the surrounding soldiers, "Shoot directionally on the outside, block the exits!..."

　　"Bang!"

　　A gunshot pierced Lao Hei's left leg.

　　"Damn!"

　　Lao Hei lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.