I work as a mercenary in northern Myanmar.

Chapter 563 Running out of ammunition and food
On the other side, inside the city of Raqqa.

Yang Shu, with blood all over his face, was holding an HK416 and leaning against a half-collapsed wall. In front of him were the few remaining Dongfeng Corps members.

In the previous hour-long battle, almost all the defensive forces, including 300 Tiger Corps members, police forces, and the Raqqa City garrison, had been exhausted. Now the resistance force in the city did not exceed 100 people at most.

The Dongfeng Corps also suffered heavy losses. The members scattered in various companies of the Tiger Corps were almost wiped out. Only a few people led their teams to retreat successfully, while those who did not have time to retreat all died on this battlefield that "did not belong to them".

Yang Shu couldn't say he was very sad about the result.

After all, he himself was a mercenary of the lowest level. When he was in the Lion Corps, his life was even more fearful than it is now.

For him, being able to survive until now was a blessing. Putting himself in other people's shoes, he also felt that the mercenaries who died here were not that regrettable. At best, they were just unlucky.

Therefore, his mentality was extremely stable, and even in the most extreme situation, his calm thinking was not affected in any way.

After taking a few breaths, he spoke to the team members around him:
"The latest news is that the border defense camp failed to stop it."

"Our reconnaissance team covered their arrival at Avazilat, buying them 20 minutes to deploy their defenses."

"But they didn't even last 10 minutes."

"After the tanks fired the first shot, the soldiers in the border defense camp, who had little fighting spirit to begin with, began to flee."

"The Turkish armored battalion was not threatened at all. They killed most of the active targets and dispersed all the border guards who were still able to resist, but they did not take any prisoners."

"Now, they are moving rapidly towards Raqqa and are expected to reach the outskirts of the city in half an hour at the latest."

"By then, we can say that we have absolutely no chance."

"We can't hold out for two hours. We have to consider retreating."

"clear."

Hearing his words, everyone nodded in approval.

In fact, the battle has come to this point. Even the newbie who is the least sensitive to the battle situation should have seen the "doomed to failure" outcome.

Therefore, no one expressed doubt about Yang Shu's decision to "retreat".

The only thing they care about is this:
How to withdraw and where to withdraw?

After a brief silence, someone spoke up:
"We have to withdraw, but in this situation, we don't know where to go."

"The enemy has taken control of large areas in the north and east of Raqqa and has begun to infiltrate the south."

"Right now, their speed is not fast, that's because the intensity of the conflict has just dropped, and they need some time to react."

“But after a few minutes at most, they will be able to see the changes and easily determine that we are no longer able to resist.”

"By then, they will inevitably abandon their steady and cautious strategy and start to detour to the south, blocking our retreat route."

"If we want to leave, we have to cross the Euphrates River. If they deploy a defensive force along the river, they can seal us off with just two heavy machine guns."

"How do we get there? Fight our way through?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes were fixed on Yang Shu, waiting for his answer.

Yang Shu thought for a moment, then nodded and said:
"You are right. Evacuating from the south side is absolutely not feasible."

"Our enemies are not stupid - they are the smartest fighters in the entire world."

"It is impossible for them not to consider interception. It is more likely that the special forces that carried out the decapitation operation against us are already waiting on the banks of the Euphrates River."

"Didn't you notice that after the beheading, they never showed up again?"

"This is very abnormal. If something is abnormal, there must be something wrong. We can't gamble our lives on their stupidity."

"If we want to leave, we can only go from the northwest side."

"There, the enemy's blockade is relatively loose, and we still have hope of breaking through."

"Check your gear—how much ammunition do you have?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone fumbled for the ammunition on their bodies and placed them all in front of them.

After a brief inventory, Yang Shu sighed and said:
"11 rifle magazines and two machine gun magazines."

"Six grenades and a bazooka." "Pistol. Forget it."

"There are seven of us in total, and this little ammunition is not enough for a single charge."

"Even if we rush out, we won't be able to support the subsequent evacuation. We can only surrender."

"We are really out of ammunition now. Is there any way to get some ammunition?"

As soon as this question was asked, everyone looked at each other in confusion.

In fact, Yang Shu also knows the answer to this question.
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If they could really get ammunition supplies in the fierce conflict, would everyone now be left with less than the basic amount of ammunition?

The real battlefield is not a game. It is impossible to keep getting ammunition replenishment by turning on automatic pickup.

If one insists on taking the spoils, the most likely outcome will be an increase in meaningless casualties.

Thinking of this, Yang Shu finally couldn't help but sigh.

He knew that what he was facing now was truly the most serious predicament since he joined the Dongfeng Corps.

In the past, many of their battles could be considered "dangerous", but from any perspective, they could not be considered "embarrassing".

There is enough ammunition, advanced equipment, and tactical suppression. The only disadvantage may be the personnel disadvantage.

It is undeniable that such a smooth battle gave Yang Shu a certain illusion, that is, as long as the combat qualities are strong enough, there will always be hope of breaking the deadlock at any time and in any scenario.

But in fact, the battle of Raqqa completely shattered his inherent thinking.

He could say with a clear conscience that he had really put to the best use what he had learned in the Dongfeng Corps.

Infiltrate, guerrilla warfare, sneak attack, create local advantages, make full use of your equipment, trust your comrades, and strive for victory at all costs.
However, even if he did all of this, the final result would only delay the time of "complete failure" by a few minutes.

Under the real gap in strength, every struggle of mine seemed so powerless.

Yang Shu looked around, and at that moment, a thought that had not appeared in two years flashed through his mind.

surrender.

But he didn't even need to think about it, his instinct alone completely denied the idea.

Two years of victory had instilled in him a sense of pride that ran deep into his bones.

Vaguely, he had a vague but unbreakable idea.

That is, as a member of the Dongfeng Corps, he can die but cannot surrender.

Yang Shu tightened his grip on the gun and picked up the magazine on the ground.

Then, he ordered:

"Distribute the ammunition."

"Everyone, follow me to break out to the northwest."

"If we survive this time, we will go back to Pubei to enjoy our lives; if we don't survive..."

"boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Before Yang Shu could finish his words, a violent explosion sounded from the sky.

Everyone lay down subconsciously, but a few seconds later, they discovered a fact that surprised them extremely.

The artillery fire did not fall within the city.

The first few shells were indeed not very accurate, but all the subsequent shells began to extend towards the northeast of Raqqa City!

That's not enemy fire.
It's Suhail's!
Yang Shu jumped up and shouted an order:
"Everyone, get ready for battle!"

"Seize the commanding heights to the east, occupy the advantageous terrain, and guide the Allied forces to attack!"

(End of this chapter)