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    Update time: 2008-08-04

    "Yo ho!" Looking at the natural enemies of the infantry and the steel fortress exploding in the distance, several American soldiers lying behind the sand dunes couldn't help cheering.  After all, the legend that tanks are the natural enemies of infantry has been deeply imprinted in the hearts of every army soldier. If you see anything smoking behind your butt, run away. This is a sacred truth that a small group of infantrymen believe in.  Now, after personally experiencing the difference between life and death caused by the technological gap, the hope of survival has been rekindled in my heart.

    "Move quickly! Move the position! You bastard!" After staying in the wolf pack for a long time, I was really not used to seeing someone on the battlefield who was slower than me. I had to reach out and grab the life-saving device on the shoulder of the female soldier next to me.  He took the belt and dragged the cheering "Sweet Girl" away from the exposed launch point.

    Before I could even take two steps, the slight earthquake caused by the running of the heavy convoy stopped. I knew that this meant that there was not much time left to escape, so I kicked the ground harder and harder, hoping that I could leap away from where I was.  .  The soft sand makes people feel like running on chewing gum, and it is impossible to run fast with a launch station carrying 100 kilograms.  Even so, Tangtang, who was carrying a big bag, was still five meters behind me.

    "Bang! Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sand dune that was hidden just now was penetrated by the cannonball, and huge waves of sand mixed with thick smoke swept from behind.  Ignoring the weapon on my shoulder, I dropped the burden and fell headlong into the sand.  The waves of sand blew over my back and hugged the outer edge of the helmet, pulling me forward desperately. The helmet strap on my chin was strangled above my Adam's apple, cutting off the airway. I couldn't breathe because of the suffocation, as if someone was picking at the edge of the helmet and trying to kill me.  Like it was pulled off the neck.

    Continuous shelling exploded all around, the air waves got higher and higher, and the helmet tightened tighter and tighter. The strong lack of oxygen made me feel that my face was numb and swollen. I didn¡¯t need to look in the mirror to guess what my face must be now.  "Purple air comes from the east", which is extremely "auspicious".  The bombardment of just tens of seconds lasted as long as centuries, and it would never end.  The will that originally thought that I could survive this period became more and more loose, and my fingers began to desperately dig at the helmet strap, trying to untie this fatal thing.  After it was finally untied, before I could catch my breath, the shock wave penetrated the loosened seam of the helmet again, carrying it high into the sky like a kite.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:?????????????????????????:?????????????????????????????????????? out of the mood to use it at this time, but it is really what I am thinking at the moment, especially after the sand and gravel scraped my exposed scalp like a knife.

    "Where's the air support?" I cursed loudly on the radio: "The Taliban's planes have arrived, and they haven't arrived yet? Fuck!"

    "Bah! How the hell did I know!" It sounded like the werewolf was also in the miserable state of being buried in the yellow sand: "I can even see what Hades's underworld looks like."

    The American soldiers who called just now have no voice now. No one is happy about destroying a few old rickety vehicles just now. They all dig their heads into the sand like ostriches, as if a thin layer of sand can resist the deadly attack.  Like a cannonball.

    "The Americans did not warn that we had such a large convoy here." The assassin's voice was intermittent, as if there was a problem with the radio communication: "The Americans what are those more than a thousand satellites doing?  use¡­¡­"

    "Attention! Assassin. Attention! Assassin. Check your communication equipment, check your communication equipment. I can't hear you clearly." I pressed the vibrating microphone on my throat and shouted, checking my own while shouting.  Waistband radio receiver.  I couldn't figure out whether his equipment was broken or mine was broken.

    "Damn!" The assassin's voice disappeared for a moment in the sound of artillery, and then reappeared clearly on the channel: "Brothers! The satellite transmission radio didn't have time to get off the car, and it looks like it has become cannon fodder. Let's move the individual radio from  Change the passive mode to active mode!"

    "Fuck! In this case, our communication range will be limited to thirty kilometers?" After I switched the radio from passive to active mode, everyone's voices began to become clearer.

    Just after I adjusted the radio, the tank's gunfire unexpectedly stopped. I was worried that the other party would start to advance here after stopping the gunfire, so I took Tangtang's telescope lying next to me and quickly climbed to the top of the slope, stretching his head into the distance.  I looked around, but ordinary telescopes without night vision and thermal imaging could see nothing except a few red dots.  Broken stuff!  I cursed in my heart and rolled back down the slope. After searching on the sand for a long time, I found the ceramic launch station that had been buried over the top by the sand.  When I struggled to drag it to the top of the slope and set it up to look again, the tank in the distance on the opposite side had already turned its head and driven away quickly along the ruts of the convoy.  In the night, only four destroyed old tanks were left, smoking and "moaning" in the distance.

    "What's going on? These bastards actually ran away?" I saw that the werewolf had just reloaded the anti-tank missile, and before he had time to set it up, he was equally incredible after hearing my words and rushed up the sand dunes with his telescope.

    "It's simply incredible??Believe it!  "The werewolf sat back on the sand and looked back at the burning convoy behind him: "We escaped death here!  "

    "That's right! God bless you, God Odin! It almost killed me just now. Why are we so unlucky? We actually encountered the Taliban's family?" Thor emerged from the sand carrying a thin American soldier.  He casually threw him to the ground and sat there paralyzed.

    "How strange! If they charge over, we can only knock out two more tanks. With so many of them, it will be easy for them to defeat us. Look at the ghoul guy, he doesn't even have a long gun. Does he plan to kill us with a pistol?  A heavy tank battalion?" The assassin approached from the darkness in the distance with his gun in hand.  When I came to the convoy, I looked at the burning military vehicles and the poor Mk23 in my hand, shook my head and smiled.

    "Indeed!" I looked at the pistol in my hand and awkwardly stuffed it back into the holster and wiped the sand from my face: "These people ran away before I started to be afraid of dying in battle! Is there someone chasing them from behind?  ?¡±

    "It doesn't look like it!" The werewolf has been observing this strange and incomprehensible phenomenon.  It took him a long time to confirm that the other party had indeed left, but he still did not want to turn his back to the enemy's front line which was no longer empty.

    Now that we are out of danger, the first priority now is to get a gun for ourselves.  Fortunately, my own car was only overturned by the shell. Although half of it was missing, the rear butt was still there.  I ran to the half of the rear bucket with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Most of the things inside were gone. Among the weapons pressed under the car, only the barrel of the TAC-50 was still straight.  In this case I can only say lucky!

    "Are we suffering heavy casualties?" I packed up my weapons and then started to pay attention to the lives of those American soldiers.

    "It's all here!" The water ghost's face was covered in blood but there were no wounds. It seemed that the "passengers" in the same car with him had "naturally decomposed".  I counted the people in front of me, and except for four American soldiers whose names I couldn¡¯t name, they were all acquaintances.

    "There are only ten and a half left of twenty-one, which is pretty good under the circumstances!" I patted Tang Tang, who was in a daze as he looked at the wounded soldier struggling on the ground on the verge of death.

    "He is injured! He needs medical treatment. What should I do?" Tangtang looked at his comrade who had lost his waist and was still alive. He grabbed the werewolf's arm and shook it in a panic. His eyes were filled with tears and his facial features were squeezed into a ball.  After looking at the dead private on the ground, the werewolf glanced at the other pale beauties.  He drew his gun and wanted to end the poor man's pain, but Tang Tang and others beside him held his hand.

    "You can't do this!" Jieli, who had a bruise on her shoulder, had been lying next to her for a long time and vomited because a piece of intestine fell in front of her.

    "His arteries have been scorched and sealed by the high temperature, so there will be no symptoms of massive bleeding. Let's just watch him die of pain!" The werewolf put away his gun, which made the wounded soldiers who were eager to die excited in vain, but the blood loss was too much  He opened his mouth a lot but couldn't speak.  I could only barely squeeze out a sentence: "Giveme! Give"

    After the werewolf put away his gun, everyone present looked at the wounded on the ground and spoke to each other in silence. Except for the sound of "whoosh!" caused by the flames when the wind blew over the burning military vehicle, only the man was exposed.  The sound of adhesions produced during intestinal peristalsis.  Barji!  Barji!  A feeling called nausea was sprayed in the silent night sky.

    "End his pain! Can you not be so violent?" A familiar stench leaked from the tattered large intestine, giving people a warm feeling.  After a few seconds of watching the heat emanating from their comrade's intestines, Tang Tang and others changed their minds.

    "I'll do it!" I pulled away from the crowd and walked up to the wounded soldier. I pulled out a small capsule from under my collar and shook it in front of his eyes: "This is cyanide. If you eat it, you will die."  It's very painful." I took out another morphine and shook it in front of him: "This is a morphine. After I inject it into your neck, you will fall into a coma. Then I will bleed you and you won't feel any pain.  Pain reaches heaven in dreams.¡±

    The wounded soldier¡¯s eyes flickered over the two medicines in my hand, and his embarrassed expression made me feel cruel.  Letting a person who doesn't want to go back choose how to die hurts my soul more than killing the enemy with my own hands.  The severe pain did not give him time to think carefully, forcing his eyes to stop on the cyanide.

    I put the pill between his teeth and told him to go if he was ready.  He looked at me gratefully, but still couldn't make up his mind to close his teeth.  He trembled and missed everything around him, his eyes were almost greedy.  But when he finally saw his horrific body reflected in everyone's eyes, he finally despaired and woke up.

    He closed his mouth, and the strong reaction of cyanide did not appear on his face.  Slowly, as if immersed in the magnificent night, his eyes relaxed!

    Seeing the starlight replace the sparkle in his eyes, I reached out and closed his eyelids, pulled off the soldier card and handed it to Tang Tang behind me.  Then, having nothing to say, he said to the others: "Okay!Now that we've lost contact with the base, for God's sake!  Tell me someone has memorized what frequency band that force search party was looking for in the mountains.  "

    Silence!

    ¡°What about the British guys nearby?¡±

    Still silent!

    "Okay! We have no satellite radio, no cars, and no water. The base is two hundred miles away, and the mission target location is unknown." I felt sticky under my feet. When I raised my feet, I found that there was something embedded in the middle of my left military boot.  There was a piece of shrapnel, and a piece of sand was stuck to the edge of the crack. I reached out and pinched the exposed sharp corner of the shrapnel and pulled it. A piece of prismatic iron with blood transferred from the sole of my foot to the palm of my hand: "Great! Now!  I'm going to climb that damn mountain with one lucky foot. What a lucky weekend!"

    "We are all like this, and we still need to go climbing? We still need to rescue people?" When the unknown first-class soldiers heard my words, they immediately jumped up reluctantly: "Now, we are the ones who need to be rescued.  We should call for rescue."

    "Let me tell you, kid! Your radio can't be heard clearly from across the floor. What else are you thinking about? Do you want to say hello to the planes when they fly over our heads?" The assassin packed up his things and headed straight into the distance.  Walking into the mountainous area: "And use your brain. If you find an enemy with ill intentions at your doorstep, would you let him wait there for reinforcements? Maybe those armored troops have something important to do and can't care about us. But I  I bet my head on you that a large number of Taliban militants who dare not come at night without night vision devices will come like a tide at dawn."

    ¡°Looking at the watch, it¡¯s already past midnight, and it will be dawn in two or three hours.  Thor and the others knew that what the assassin said was absolutely correct, so they followed him towards the mountains. Only the few American soldiers looked at the corpses on the ground and stretched their necks in embarrassment and asked me: "Let's just throw them away like this."  Here? If those people come, won¡¯t they destroy their remains?¡±

    I took off my military boots and took off his cold-proof boots from the feet of the dead man on the side. Unexpectedly, they were not uniformly issued by the army, but Italian scarpa hiking boots.  Although the size is a bit big, it's pretty good and comfortable.  Good luck!

    "Sir? Sir?" I was so happy to get a pair of boots that I was very satisfied with that I didn't notice the questions from the beautiful women beside me.  It wasn't until they started tugging at my sleeves that I turned my attention back: "What?"

    "What to do with their bodies? Just throw them here?"

    "You want to carry me away?" I wrapped my feet and put on a pair of socks. I learned to bring extra socks from Chechnya.

    "I" The soldier who just questioned me looked at the minced meat on the ground and was speechless.

    "Throw the big pieces into the fire and burn them! Remember to keep up after you're done." I put on my shoes and happily followed the werewolves towards the mountains.  After walking two kilometers, Tangtang and the others caught up from behind without carrying the body.

    As we passed the destroyed tank, we stopped for a moment to admire our masterpiece.  The weapons of the 21st century were defeated by the old guys from the 1960s. Although they were defeated, they still felt happy. The smell of the burning steel also gave them a sense of accomplishment.

    When we reached the road where the Taliban armed forces passed at the foot of the mountain, we understood from the things left on the ground why they let us go.  That was the generation of rice with the word "un" printed on it.  Before the war began, officials of the Afghan Taliban regime took away about 1,400 tons of food from a United Nations food aid office in Afghanistan. Now tens of thousands of Taliban troops are hiding in the mountains and cannot live on rocks. I think this convoy was transported by those who robbed it.  of food.

    "It seems that you have had a hard time fighting this battle!" I exclaimed to the American soldiers on the side: "With this food they will be able to hide in the mountains and watch the snow scene for several years"

    But in fact, I reserved half of the sentence and did not tell these newcomers, that is, if these guys take this road into the mountains, then what is waiting for us in front will definitely not be a small group of dozens of bandits. I am very worried about this time.  I have a bad feeling about entering the mountain!

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