My surname is Stark, who changed my job to become a female big gun?

Chapter 208
Chapter 207: You are Neymar in the battlefield, right?
Allen didn't dare to delay. Their current ammunition is only enough for three people, each with two spare magazines, and some bullets in it are not full at all.

The remaining 200 or so loose bullets are no different from none before they are loaded into the magazine.

Quickly rushing up to the second floor, Sweep was still watching the yard by the back door with his gun, which was his duty as a sniper.

Allen didn't bother him, and quickly pulled out an empty magazine that Sanderson gave him from the magazine, and took out a handful of bullets from his pocket with the other hand, and pressed the bullets into the magazine one by one. inside.

Their time was short, and they had to replenish their bullets as soon as possible, otherwise, when the enemy reacted and attacked violently, they might only be beaten.

Allen's movements are fast, but after all, it is no more convenient than the loader.

Generally, they will carry several quick loaders in their backpacks. Allen only needs to place all the scattered bullets on the tray of the loader, and then fix the empty magazines.

Finally, push the slider hard to push all the bullets into the magazine at once. The whole logistics process does not need to take a few minutes at all.

However, those things are all on the Humvee, and now he can only press them into the magazine one by one with his hands.

It's slow, but there's no other way.

The two of them didn't speak, they were both silently doing their respective jobs. Apart from the sound of gunshots from downstairs and outside the window, the only sound in their ears was the sound of Allen's constant pressing of bullets.

"We have to withdraw, Alan, how long will it take for you?"

Sanderson's voice came from the earphones, Allen glanced at a magazine that had just been pressed on the ground, and the new magazine that was just less than half pressed in his hand, and sighed helplessly.

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

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

"Don't mess with it, take Swipe, let's retreat!"

In the current situation, I am afraid that it will not be dark until nightfall. Seeing that the back door has not been captured for a long time, the commander of the other side has even broken a few brothers. He simply ordered a storm and vowed to keep them here.

"understand!"

Allen promised, stuffed all the magazines into the magazine hanger, put the scattered bullets in his hand back into his pocket, and was thinking of stepping forward to help Sweep downstairs.

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

"Grenade!"

Before Allen yelled out a grenade, Sweep responded one step ahead.

I saw his right hand holding the gun suddenly let go of the handle, and then stretched to the side, just blocking the flight path of the grenade, and unexpectedly caught the grenade miraculously!

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

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

"Alan! How are you doing!"

Hearing the movement, the captain hurriedly called his teammates upstairs through the radio, he didn't want to see another partner collapsed in this damn place again!
"Damn it, we're fine, Sweep threw the grenade!"

Allen touched the dust on his face, and the grenade just now gave him a big jump.

If it wasn't for Sweipu's quick reaction, the two of them would have been killed by that ghost by now!

The captain breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and thought it was good that they were both fine, and was about to order them to go downstairs quickly, but saw a round thing flying in front of him too!
The captain hurriedly reached out to pick it up. He must not let the grenade fly into the room, otherwise he and Sanderson would have to finish the game!

However, he was not as lucky as Sweep, the grenade flew past his fingertips, and the captain missed it.

"Dry!"

Only having time to shout this sentence, the captain who missed the best opportunity to catch the ball could only watch helplessly as the grenade flew towards Sanderson beside him.

Sanderson on the side didn't notice the grenade flying in for the first time, and when he saw the ghost thing clearly, the grenade was almost approaching.

Sanderson stared wide-eyed, no matter what 21, before the grenade hit the ground, he kicked it sideways, and even kicked the grenade out along the window again!
boom!
But just after flying a short distance away from the window, the delay fuze inside the grenade had already "burned" to the end, and the shock wave and fragments from the explosion traversed the entire window.

"what!"

Sanderson let out a cry of pain, and a fragment hit him in the chest. The powerful kinetic energy pushed him backwards, and he fell hard to the ground.

"cockroach!"

Due to his low stature, the captain, who was lucky enough to escape the fragmentation attack, hurriedly called Sanderson who had fallen to the ground.

"Damn, I'm fine."

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

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

After taking a few breaths, Sanderson slowly got up. This was really uncomfortable. It felt like being elbowed by someone, and he almost didn't catch his breath.

"Alan, withdraw!"

There is no longer any delay. Since the opponent has already used the grenade, it means that the opponent has been catching people, and they must leave the house as soon as possible!

Allen took Sweep's arm and put it on his shoulders, and then the two walked downstairs quickly, not daring to delay upstairs.

Sanderson and the captain provided cover for the two of them, and the rifles in their hands breathed out fire one after another, constantly suppressing the enemies across the street.

Although they are not sure about the exact number of enemies, they must not let the people on the opposite side have another chance to throw grenades!
Walls, windows, and doors are all targets for the two to suppress. Once they find someone who dares to show their heads, the two will press down with a series of bullets!
However, two fists are no match for four hands. No matter how superb the marksmanship of two people is, they cannot suppress all the enemy's attacks for a long time.

What's more, they don't have much ammunition, which is not enough to support their continuous counterattack!
Fortunately, the two of Alan moved quickly. 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 the others!
Sanderson took off the last shock bomb from his waist, intending to repeat the same trick.

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

Sanderson has demonstrated the same situation just now, and the result this time is no exception.

The enemy who came in again from the alley outside the back door had just been baptized by a round of grenades, and they were more or less wounded.

The few surviving people had almost recovered from the explosion and were about to fight back, but they never expected to be stunned by the shock bomb again.

Several people didn't see what Sanderson's face looked like, and they were shot dead one by one by his bullets.

(End of this chapter)