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    Update time: 2008-08-04

    1Black!  It is still the main color in the early morning.  The fatigue after traveling for hundreds of kilometers did not drag everyone into sleep. The faces of the women sitting next to me lost all the charm they had in the past, and their waxy yellow color became a reflection of excessive fright.

    "I kind of miss the time when I was an entertainment reporter!" The moon looks particularly transparent in the pollution-free sky. You can see the winding lunar mountains above it without a telescope. The bright moonlight with mercury leaking to the ground blows the cold wind and wraps the sand.  It turned white and drifted past the car like snow under the illumination of the car lights. Miles sat on the back seat with his arms folded and looked at the quietly flowing sand outside the window.

    "Why? Because of those people?" The assassin sat in the back and lay down next to her with a gun in his arms. His feet were raised on the back of the chair in front of him. His helmet was covering his face, making people think he was sleeping.

    "No! It's for the innocence I lost." When Jerry said this, she inserted one hand into the brown hair in front of her forehead, closed her eyes through the car window above her head, and said with twitching cheeks: "After staying in Italy for two years, I  I thought I had seen the dirtiest thing in the world, but I didn't expect" At this point, she couldn't talk anymore, and she was immersed in her memories with a face full of grief.

    "Girl! What you see here is not dirty." The assassin raised the brim of his helmet and looked at the woman beside him: "That's what you saw in Washington!"

    "Then what is there here? Chaos, hunger, disease, blood, violencedeath!" Jieli picked up her camera and looked through the photos stored in the camera's hard drive from the electronic viewfinder. The more she looked at it, the worse her face became, and she burst into tears.  Slowly sliding down from the corner of the eye along the nose.

    "These are allhuman natureand the result." The assassin is not good at preaching, but it obviously does not mean that he lacks the ability to think.

    "But what is this for? Just oil? Money? This is so shameful!" Jerry's excited look makes people awe-inspiring for her empathy.

    "I remember someone just said a few hours ago: When one group attacks another, it is either to plunder the other's land or wealth, or simply to prove its superiority. There is no better reason other than that." The assassin said.  As he spoke, he hit the helmet of the female soldier Tang Tang sitting in the passenger seat with the heel of his military boots: "This sentence may not apply to the situation I just saw, but it is well deserved for some people who flew thousands of kilometers away from their hometown.  Yes. Right? Americans!"

    "I" Tangtang pushed his feet away and turned his head. Just as he was about to reply, he suddenly realized something and froze in his eyes.

    "Remember you are an American?" I watched her fall back into her seat speechless, and I understood why she was confused.

    "" Tangtang spread her hands and looked at me with a crooked face, her rolled-up eyes showing her helplessness.

    "Since you have enjoyed the glory that your nationality brings to you, you should also shoulder the responsibilities that it brings to you, even if those responsibilities will make you embarrassed and lose your life." I took off the American flag devil glue on my shoulder and pasted it to her  On the person: "I guarantee you didn't think of this when you changed nationality, right?"

    There was a brief silence in the car. After a moment of pause, I saw the circles under Tang Tang¡¯s eyes were red, mist rising from the bottom of his eyes, and his nose began to twitch.  The sharp intake of breath reminded me of the cougar the werewolf had.  But after waiting for a long time, the expected cry did not appear, but the sound of gasping continued.

    "Ghoul! You have to think of something!" The assassin stretched out his foot and kicked the back of my chair, which shocked me so much that I almost fell onto the steering wheel as I crawled forward.

    "Why?"

    "Because this is the 'fruit' of your labor! With such a bad mouth, I really don't know how you got Redback. Oh! I almost forgot, she got you." The assassin smiled evilly at  The rearview mirror made a painful expression, stretched out his neck and groaned: "Take it easy! Take it easy! It hurts!"

    Suddenly, the car was filled with obscenities, and the two women in the car who were originally in a bad mood immediately changed into embarrassed and laughing expressions.  I've heard everyone in the team imitate my "first night" live broadcast they got from the bug, but no one has ever imitated it better than the assassin. Even my half-baked Chinese English pronunciation was perfectly imitated.  .

    "Please - help me hold the steering wheel!" I very politely asked Tangtang to take over the driving from the side.

    "Don't help him!" The assassin sat up straight and moved his face close to Tang Tang: "If you don't help him, I will tell you the story of a twenty-year-old virgin."

    ¡°Holy shit!¡± I didn¡¯t care about safe driving, so I let go of the steering wheel and pounced on the assassin who was lurking in the back seat.  The sad atmosphere in the car was immediately dispersed by the two of us yelling and the woman screaming.

    "What the hell! Fuck"

    "Do you know how to drive? Do you want to die?" The werewolves and water ghosts in the cars following closely behind started yelling curses and making the sound of shifting gears and brakes from the radio.

      "What are you doing? Don't want to live anymore? Let me go! Let me go! There are more than 10 million landmines underground in Afghanistan. If you drive like this, if you hit one that doesn't have eyes, we'll be dead.  !" The assassin was pressed against me, holding his head and laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe. He dodged my fist and spanked him.

    "It doesn't matter! What are you afraid of? Isn't it just landmines? Are our invincible assassins scared?" I held his head and tightened it hard, but the helmet supported his arm and could not give him enough strength to cause pain, so this guy still had a look on his face.  Fight me with a smile, haha.

    "If you can, just drive north! That's the nearest minefield." The assassin's words frightened the two girls next to him. Their first reaction after discovering that the two guys in the car were abnormal was to help me.  The brakes were applied.

    "You two are sick!" This was the unanimous opinion expressed by the two women as soon as the car stopped.

    "You want to go north, come on! Afraid of you?" As I was slapping his helmet, the radio in my ear rang: "The position is calling the wolves! Answer. The position is calling the wolves! Answer." A rapid call.  The movements of several of us stopped in place.

    "Wolves received it!" The water ghost responded to the coalition's call: "What's the matter?"

    "Are you in District 17?" The operator's voice was very sweet, a bit like the lady at the telephone station.

    "That's right!"

    "An armed search team has lost contact in District 19. The military department requires all nearby units to go to support. The specific information has been sent to your individual soldier system." The sweet voice reported trouble.

    "District 19?" I was stunned because there was no coalition troops there: "Isn't it deep in the mountains? We don't have many people and we are not close to there. There are no friendly forces closer than us?"

    "Yes! A team of British Marine snipers are performing a mission nearby, but they only have one squad. We need you to go to support immediately, and other units will arrive soon."

    "Copy that! Let's get on the road now." The werewolf's voice made me change my driving route, turn around and drive toward the mountains of District 19.

    "Hi! Girl! Your accent sounds like you're from California, right? It's such a great place. I bet you like to lie on the beach in a bikini and apply lotion to tan yourself." The water ghost finished listening.  Notifications actually started picking up girls on the radio.  But what he didn't expect was that the person who responded to him was not the sweet and pleasant voice just now, but a hoarse male voice.

    "What the hell?" The man cursed in a low voice with a British accent: "Where are you, you bastard?"

    "Hey! How did my sweet girl turn into a stinky man?" The water ghost was even angrier than the other party: "Who are you, bastard?"

    "I am Captain Darren Felton of the Royal Marines." It seemed that the sweet operator had connected us to the British sniper unit in the distance.

    "I'm your dad!" The water ghost cursed on the radio and then lost his voice.  The other party wanted to yell and curse loudly, but the location probably did not allow it, so he could only try to control the volume within an appropriate range to express his anger.  But the water ghost didn't pay attention to him, leaving him alone there to curse for a long time.

    "Jerry! You are not a soldier. This "business" is too dangerous. We don't have the energy to take care of you. When we get to the foot of the mountain in a while, you can just stay in the car and wait for the support troops to come." I pointed to the distance and the distance was getting bigger and bigger.  The nearby mountain peak told the female reporter on the side: "Tangtang will stay to protect you. There is a gun behind the carriage. If you don't know how to use it, let Tangtang teach you. If anyone approaches, as long as they don't reveal their identity, they will shoot. Do you understand?"

    "I can shoot!" Jieli sat up straight as she listened to the sound of the assassin and Tang Tang preparing their weapons. Her nervousness made her temporarily put aside the grief and anger caused by the tragedy she just witnessed.

    "I want to be with you." Tang Tangtong also shouted out while Jie Li was speaking: "I can fight. This is why I come here"

    "Shut up! Private. This is an order!" Although the lieutenant rank on my arm is a knight, he randomly asked for it from the military department, but unconditional obedience in the army is the truth.  So this thing gives me a lot of benefits, especially the power to order others.  Seeing Tang Tang with his mouth open and speechless, it felt so comfortable. I will definitely ask them to give me a school-level military rank next time.

    ¡°You¡¯re not an officer of our country, what are you talking about¡± Tangtang didn¡¯t dare to conflict with me head-on, but he still had the courage to nag below.

    "We are doing this for your own good, little girl!" The assassin lowered the barrel of his gun and knocked on Tang Tang's helmet and said, "You don't have a bad face. It would be bad if half of it was broken!"

    "I'm a soldier! I came to Afghanistan to fight for my country. I'm not afraid of death!" Tangtang complained to me with his eyes wide open.

      "Weird! I hit the head to talk to you, what do you think he is doing?" The assassin reached out from behind to grab Tangtang's face, forcing her to turn her head back and face him: "Did you like him?  Huh? Let me tell you, he already has a wife, and his mother-in-law is a ruthless character, and I don¡¯t dare to mess with her. But I am still a single nobleman, if you want to "fight", come to me! I can guarantee you,  I'm full of firepower."

    "I can sue you for harassment, sir!" Tangtang fiercely shook off the assassin and warned him.

    "Hey! Ghoul. He wants to sue me for harassment. Hahaha!" The assassin laughed loudly when he heard her threat, as if he had never heard such a ridiculous thing. I knew that this guy must have something more to say, so he didn't answer it.  fork.

    "You know what? Little bitch! Even if I fuck you now, who do you think will help you? My comrade or this little brown-haired girl next to me? Huh?" The assassin grabbed Tang Tang's collar and pulled him.  In front of his face, he cursed with a ferocious expression: "She dared to say anything and I did it with her. Then I killed you two and threw them in this desert. Who do you think will seek justice for you? Your country? No."  , you are not an American citizen and they have no obligation. Your commander? No, no, no, he is lying in the arms of his sweet typist*. Compatriots in the military camp? No, your skin color is different in the military camp.  It¡¯s enough to check with your hands, most of them are from Japan Now tell me, who can help you?,"

    "I" The assassin's words hit the most vulnerable link in Tangtang's heart, and his will was instantly defeated. His originally angry eyes turned into fear, and he did not dare to meet the assassin's fierce eyes, "That's enough! Assassin.  Stop making trouble with her!" The assassin's sophistication is beyond what a rookie like Tang Tang can handle. If she continues to listen to this, she will have a nervous breakdown.

    "Jiri! What are you so anxious about? No matter which government she lived under in the past, she is no longer Chinese now." The assassin was talking enthusiastically. It is not just the butcher's hobby to tap into the fear in other people's hearts.

    "She and I still share the same origin." At this point, I looked at the pale little girl next to me: "We are both descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties."

    ¡°I am a Taiwanese, so I don¡¯t necessarily admit this.¡±

    "Fart! You are the bastard who has forgotten his ancestors. Bah!" After hearing this, Tangtang suddenly turned his head and spat on the assassin's face. His flickering eyes were as bright as  Rising sun.

    "Haha!" I looked at the assassin with a face full of disbelief and laughed: "Man, the sense of national belonging is not within the scope of politics. It flows in our blood and is imprinted in each other's souls. It cannot be changed no matter when or where it is.  . Even if you were the enemy of the entire Arab world, didn¡¯t you Jews eventually take back the land where your ancestors were born? How did you explain it to the world back then. Have you forgotten?¡±

    "The ancestors are calling us home. I have a good memory" The assassin lost his interest in making fun of people when he said this.  Touching the old-fashioned military badge with a six-pointed star on his chest: "The Jewish people have suffered too much injustice and cruelty over the past two thousand years. If it weren't for the cohesion of the race, I'm afraid we would have been exterminated."

    ¡°So are we!¡± I smiled and pointed at Tangtang and myself.

    "All surviving races are!" Jerry Miles, who had been speechless, suddenly interrupted: "The races without centripetal force have been wiped out. Think about the group of Afghans who just saw each other in the desert.  , It¡¯s really pitiful, deplorable, and pathetic!¡±

    "Most of those people are volunteers from foreign countries, Indonesians, Malays, Chinese, Russians, and Pakistanis. They think they are driving away the invaders. You can think of it this way, if it makes you feel better."

    "Maybe!" The female reporter began to be absent-minded again.

    Before the car reached the foot of the dark mountain, the sound of a helicopter's rotation could already be heard in the distance.  It sounded like it was hovering not far away, but under the cover of the night, only a dark shadow could be seen.

    "They came very fast!" As the assassin finished his words, a rocket net hit his face like a fireball falling from the sky.  At first, I thought it was the indicator light of the plane. When I discovered that there was still smoke behind the red butt, a fire net had already exploded next to our car.

    Sitting in the car, I only had time to feel a burst of yellow sand hitting my face, and first heard the sound of sand grains and shrapnel hitting the windshield.  Then there was the sound of shattering glass and twisted steel.  Before the cold wind could blow into the cab, I felt the front of the car being lifted up violently. I leaned back and the two front wheels were lifted off the ground. The bullet belt on my chest was heavy on my chest, and my knees were knocked heavily.  I slid under the steering wheel. Although I was wearing winter military trousers, the excruciating pain in my bones still forced me to break into a cold sweat.

    The explosion ended in an instant. The desert returned to calm, making people mistakenly think that it was just an occasional strong wind. Only the huge body of the still-golden body remained slightly.I stood upside down for a moment with wonderful balance, and then suddenly fell on my side in the desert. Without a seat belt, I rolled over the huge center console of the Hummer and fell heavily on Tang Tang in the passenger seat.  Heavily armed, I weighed 100 kilograms plus my own weight. I hit the thin and slender Tangtang so hard that he groaned and died.

    After my head hit the metal support frame in the car, the helmet protected my head from being damaged, but I heard a soft snap from the bones in my neck.  I was shocked!  Subconsciously, regardless of the situation I was in, I struggled to swing my limbs and flutter.  When I felt the pain from my limbs hitting hard objects, the terrifying word "paralysis!" flowed out of my body along with the sweat.

    "What's going on?" I took out my gun and shot through the car window above my head, then pulled up the window and climbed out of the car cabin.  When he stood up from the sand, an old-fashioned Mi-24 helicopter fell headfirst onto the sand not far away.

    "What's going on?" The fireball ignited by the violent explosion illuminated the way forward where the light was lost.

    "What the hell is going on? What the hell?" My voice trailed off, and the werewolf behind me who had just climbed out of the sand uttered the same curse.

    "Did the helicopter that shot us fall down?" The water ghost stood up from the burning military vehicle, his face covered with sand.

    "Take cover! Build a defense line!" The werewolf interrupted everyone's guesses and shouted: "Is anyone injured?"

    When I escaped, I didn¡¯t have time to grab a spear. I quickly hid behind a small sand dune and faced the dark night with my pistol in hand.  Because I also found a few black figures in the distance moving in our direction.

    "I'm fine!" I checked myself first: "I just lost my gun and helmet."

    "Me too!" The assassin was trying to help Jie Li escape from the overturned car.

    "I was slightly injured, but it doesn't matter!" The water ghost looked at the military vehicle with only its chassis left beside him, and touched the backpack and large pieces of military uniform that were blown away by the car fragments. I could see his back through the firelight.  A strip of skin was also cut off, and black and red blood flowed into his belt while gasping: "But a reporter and two American soldiers in the car with me are dead."

    "Unload the TOW missile from the car!" The werewolf had a machine gun and a telescope in his hand: "We have a 'playmate'!"

    I quickly ran to the military vehicle lying on the ground, opened the fasteners, and unloaded the TOW anti-tank missile from the launch tower. I carried it on my shoulders and ran back to the sand dune where I was originally hiding.

    "The Taliban still have helicopters?" I lay on the ground and opened the infrared observation scope of the TAO type. In the distance, several unknown tanks were marching in formation into the mountains, and three of them had already turned around and headed towards me in a glyph pattern.

    "I heard that there are five old-fashioned Mi-25 helicopters." The water ghost ignored the small piece of skin on his back, ran over with a "Javelin" anti-tank missile, and lay down in the sand pit below and to my left.

    "Ha! We are so lucky. We have a one-fifth chance of being hit by us among the tens of thousands of troops. We should really buy lottery tickets." I opened the individual soldier bracket of the TOW anti-tank workstation and lifted it heavy  The launch department set up: "However, what I don't know is how could this thing fall down for no reason?"

    "The Mi-25s exported by Russia only have mounting brackets and no combat equipment. The rocket launchers on these aircraft are self-installed. The tail smoke that is still clearly visible in this night is definitely a heavy rocket, but this type of heavy rocket  Only experienced pilots will use rockets. Because the thick smoke produced by the rockets when they fly out will wrap around the fuselage, causing the engine to inhale exhaust gas and stop." Tang Tang finally climbed out of the car window, and the assassin crouched  After opening the car door, he took out the anti-armor weapon from the trunk and threw it to Jieli, who was below, and asked her to pass it on to other soldiers: "Obviously the pilot on this plane is not very experienced."

    "Listen! These tanks will open fire as soon as they enter the range, and immediately move their positions after shooting. Others spread out to maintain cover, otherwise they can kill us all with one shot." The werewolf took the "javelin" dragged by the assassin.  Said after the heavy missile.

    "Boom!" There was a sound of gunfire. One of the more advanced main battle tanks that looked a bit like the T72m took the lead in firing from 3 kilometers away, while the other T54 and T62 with poor performance continued to advance intermittently.  The time lag between hearing the gunfire and the shell hitting the ground is the scariest moment, because you don't know where the damn shell is going to land.  This feeling of fear will give people the illusion that the air around them is turbulent, as if invisible iron blocks are moving away from the air and flying towards you.  This illusion only deepened the horror. It wasn't until the explosion was accompanied by screams that the heart that was in the throat fell back into the stomach.  I was still lucky this time. The shell hit the area illuminated by the burning military vehicle. An American soldier who had just struggled to get out of the Humvee that was on its back was smashed from behind by the blasted car door before he could take two steps.  He lifted his upper body, and his feet ran one meter away before jumping out.He fell to the sand with a thump, steaming all alone.

    "Don't look at your missile, look at the target." The werewolf's voice reminded me: "The Tao 2 is an old-fashioned missile with infrared semi-active guidance. You have to use the sight to aim at the target to hit it."

    Hearing his words, I remembered what I mentioned in the textbook before, and quickly adjusted the guidance sight back to the T72 that was glowing in the distance. At this time, the projectile had been spinning in the air for a long time before dragging its tail and flying towards the target.  A flash of fire!  The T72m was hit in the front. The main battle tank without reactive armor was hit by a heavy anti-tank missile that could penetrate 500 mm, and its whole body was on fire like a matchbox exploded by a firecracker and scattered in all directions.

    American soldiers in World War II once said that facing the steel monster tanks, no matter how strong the soldier was, he could only lie down and tremble.  Compared to that time, we should feel lucky because we have the dragon-slaying sword in our hands.  Maybe vulnerability is not sharp, but it makes us no longer feel insignificant!

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