Chapter 348 - 332 What’s Going On
Communications were restored, which meant that walkie-talkies could be used, phones could be dialed, and help could be sought.
But first, they had to get past the British.
In close combat, there’s no time for someone to make leisurely phone calls for help.
The British were fighting fiercely, the likes of which hadn’t been seen in decades. The Donkey and his four companions had to step forward to block the stairs—it was time for a face-to-face showdown, a brutal exchange to see who would falter first.
The gunfire was brief but intense. The slight numerical advantage in this kind of small-scale indoor combat was very clear. As soon as two soldiers who were only focused on charging forward came within range, the Donkey immediately opened fire.
Both sides wore bullet-proof vests and used small caliber rifles. Except for shooting at the head, hitting any other part wouldn’t instantly incapacitate the enemy—this was true for both sides.
The Donkey hit an enemy in the head, but his companion hit the enemy in the shoulder. Due to this slight difference, the shot soldier managed to return fire, sweeping bullets upwards and hitting a leg of the Donkey’s comrade.
As long as they couldn’t be killed instantly, the enemy had the opportunity to fire, and as long as they fired, casualties were inevitable.
So far, in the clashes between the War Axe Mercenary Group and the British Marine Corps, every close-range fire exchange had been accurate.
Unable to hold back, the Donkey cursed and continued forward, attempting to break the enemy’s momentum and pin them down on the first floor.