No sooner had Onizuka's words fallen than the sound of fierce gunfire rang out around him.
At this moment, although there were still a small number of people alive, almost all of them were lingering, and those who could still hold a gun were not even one tenth of them.
Moreover, even if they could still hold their guns, their bodies had suffered considerable damage in the blast, so how could they have any capacity to fight on any scale at this point?
What's more, Hamid's soldiers were poorly trained, but very damaged in battle.
They knew that they were poorly trained and weak, but they also knew that their opponents were now wounded tigers, so they didn't even go straight for the kill, but engaged in all kinds of fire suppression from a long distance away.
In addition to the intense bullets, many soldiers with stronger arms began to throw grenades frantically at the position where the first echelon was, not giving the other side a chance to wrangle at close range at all.
This method of attack, which consumed the opponent to death, was extremely practical, and not only did it further hit the enemy hard, but also caused little damage to his side.
At that moment, several grenades exploded next to Onizuka, causing him, who was already on the verge of death, to lose his breath completely.
Hearing the gunshots and explosions over there, Jerold almost collapsed.
He immediately switched channels and shouted to the government army commander, "My soldiers have been ambushed, tell your soldiers to launch an attack! Hurry!"
When the other side heard this, they blurted out, "If your men haven't destroyed the other side's fortifications, we won't rush up and die!"
Jerold's eyes were red as he roared, "If you don't help me, I'll shoot you in the face!"
The other side said disdainfully, "If you have the ability to do so, why don't you go and save your men yourself? To ask me to use my men's lives to help you save them is a daydream!"
"You," Jerold almost spat out a mouthful of old blood and cursed through clenched teeth, "you're f*cking tired of living! I'll protest to your superiors right now! You'll be waiting to be court-martialed!"
"Sick." The other party didn't bother to pay him any mind and simply hung up the phone.
Although Jerold was furious to the core, he knew very well in his heart that it was too late for him to do anything now.
There was no way he could do anything more to bring back his living brothers.
It was even likely that none of those 1,000 brothers would be left alive.
At this moment, the shouting and killing sounds coming from the communicator were getting closer and closer.
Jerold knew that Hamid's soldiers had already rushed up and started the final closing.
This was also proof that his own soldiers had been killed and wounded, and were likely to have been wiped out.
The gunfire then grew closer and thinner, and when he could clearly hear the sound of footsteps, the gunfire had stopped completely.
At this moment, Jerold had clearly realised that all of these 1,000 elites had died in battle, and none of them had been spared!