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    I don¡¯t know how many brothers are hiding in the surrounding sand dunes, hoping that they will not expose themselves because of me. The cowboy¡¯s impulsive behavior moved me as a friend, and as a soldier after all, his behavior was 100% not led by the team.  author¡¯s authorization.  If he had not been killed in battle, he would have been beaten severely when he returned.  It's a pity He didn't even have a chance to be beaten I wish the grenade exploded "None of your friends will expose themselves anymore, even if they just shoot you to relieve your pain."  It was almost dark. Black Jack, who had been waiting for a day but had no results, dipped his feet into the blood flowing out of his clothes and kicked the body of the cowboy next to him: "This guy is the only one who can be considered your real brother!" "##x!#!"  I opened my mouth to curse a few curse words that he didn't listen to, then raised my eyebrows and sneered at him. Compared to before, I was already good at using my expressions to demonstrate my inner thoughts.  So he can definitely understand the message I told him: the cowboy's death will not be in vain, his death will be ten times more miserable than the cowboy's death!  In addition to a slap in the face, the response I received was a silvery needle.  "Damn it! You dare to stare at me? I'm going to put the drug under your tongue and let you taste it! I heard it feels so good! How about it? I'll give you three shots a day. Am I a good friend?" Hei  Jack took the syringe from the painter's hand, opened my mouth, and inserted the needle into the swollen tongue base.  The pain caused by the excessive thrust caused drool to drip down from the corner of his mouth, but a burst of bliss spread through his body along his tongue and finally exploded in his mind.  Even though I was hanging in the air and surrounded by flames, it still couldn't stop me from falling into the illusion caused by drugs.  After 24 hours of exposure, even if the weather wasn't too hot, the painter later put me on an intravenous drip and gave me saline.  It's still so dry that my insides are peeling.  Before night fell, the wind in the desert suddenly roared like an out-of-control beast, blowing more and more sand and dust.  When the blood-red sun was still three feet away from the top of the sand dune, a faint sound of thunder came from the horizon.  At first it was like the friction of sand hammers, and then it was like ten thousand lions and tigers roaring in the wilderness.  A black line spread out from the horizon and rushed towards us. Gradually the black line grew into a wall of earth. When we could see clearly, it turned into a mountain of sand and hit us head on.  The world in front of me was still cloudless, but a hundred meters away it had become completely dark.  The "sand blanket" rolled up by the strong wind wrapped the heaven and earth tightly.  The setting sun casts its light on the thick air, turning the entire sky and ground into blood red.  That is the most tyrannical king in the Middle East - Sandstorm!  When the soldiers around me saw the oncoming sand wall, they quickly covered their faces and turned away. The nausea caused by the choking earthy smell had not yet fully taken effect. The huge mountain of sand suddenly fell on everyone. I couldn't help it.  Breathing, mouth and nose are filled with sand, the grains of sand are like riot bombs.  It can also hurt the eyeballs through the eyelids.  If the door pole hadn't caught me, I would have been blown into the sky like a kite when I was stretched out.  It is said that a horizontal visibility of less than one kilometer is a sandstorm; a horizontal visibility of less than 500 meters is a strong sandstorm. But now I can't see my feet when I squint. In a moment, most of the cowboy's body has been buried in the yellow sand, and the sand that fell on me  The weight made it impossible for the hooked muscles to withstand multiple tears. His eyes turned black but he couldn't faint.  "Cough! Cough!Cough!Bring the prisoners back!Hurry!" Black Jack coughed and gave orders not far away. The soldiers nearby were busy wrapping themselves in plaid around their necks.  Airtight.  While he was busy, several sandbags suddenly bulged out from the sand next to the cowboy, and several black shadows jumped out of the sand. The big man at the front reached out and grabbed the soldier's head, which was facing away from him, and twisted him violently.  neck.  While he slowly leveled the body.  One of the other three people held my feet, and one jumped up. Silver light flashed in his hands. All the leather ropes hooked to my body broke instantly. I lost support and collapsed in someone else's arms like a piece of shit.  "It's us! Xing Tian!" The voice of the speed machine was still freezing, but it made my heart burn.  "Uh! Uh!" I grabbed the speedometer's collar, which was full of sand, and couldn't say anything. I could only lie on his chest and cry loudly, but no juice could be squeezed out of my eyes.  There were three more people riding the wind and sand.  Their faces were covered with sand shields so they couldn't see their faces, but from their body shapes they seemed to be the Butcher, the Werewolf and the Captain.  Among them, the werewolf picked up the body of the cowboy on his back and turned around in two or three steps before disappearing into the sand curtain. The butcher, under the cover of the captain, knelt on the ground to bury something.  "Wrap your clothes! Sandstorms with speeds of hundreds of kilometers per hour can peel off your skin." The speed machine carefully held my hand and took out the military raincoat, wrapped me up and hugged me to the chest, and said hello to the butcher and team leader in front of me.  He turned his face and ran away.  "Where are the people? Where are the people? Over there" A gunshot rang out amid the noise behind him. Countless bullets pierced through the sand curtain and flew past. Listening to the "Puff! Puff!" sound of the warhead rubbing against the sand,  It makes people feel tired for those little lead shot.  The footprints on the sand were almost lifted by the front feet.  The back feet were filled with sand, so there was no need to worry about people behind following the footprints.  The Butcher planted several mines.  After knocking over a few people, the gunfire stopped for a moment and then stopped. After a while, the butcher and the captain caught up from behind, looking at the locator in their watches in embarrassment.  Among them, the butcher walked with his hands on his shoulders, took out the medicine box, took out the hemostatic medicine and stuffed it into his clothes.  "Damn it! How come those bastards are so rich?"All they use are armor-piercing darts. When was this thing successfully developed?  "The butcher held a dart the size of a pencil lead he dug out with his fingers and looked it up and down. After confirming that there was no poison, he threw it to the captain. He used a piece of cloth to cover the bullet holes in his clothes to prevent flying sand from entering, and then he looked up.  He looked at me, caught up with me, stretched out his big hand full of blood and medicine foam, opened my eyelids, looked at me, and unexpectedly shouted: "Yo!  Not dead!  let me see!  Did it hurt your brain or your body?  You are very patient, I thought everyone was here to collect your body.  How about it?  How many days did it last?  What did you say?  Have you ever told the story about how you lost your virginity in your twenties?  " The captain spit out the sand in his mouth and patted the butcher from behind. He switched defensive positions with him and came closer. He also first checked whether my pupils were dilated. After seeing my red eyes, he nodded and patted me on the shoulder and asked.  : ¡°Where¡¯s the trigger?  "I kept mumbling for a long time but couldn't come up with anything. The captain saw the miserable "situation" in my mouth. He couldn't help but frowned, sighed, rubbed my head and his eyes turned red: "You have suffered!  child!  "I shook my head slowly, raised my finger tremblingly to the cowboy on the shoulder of the werewolf running in front of me, and then beat my head hard. The endless self-blame and guilt were like a sharp knife, peeling off the skin that I had endured like this.  Dignity earned through many hardships. ¡°The death of the cowboy is not your fault!  They hit him while shooting at the sand dunes. No one could have imagined that these people had such compound bullets. He was injured and could not survive.  The captain held the indestructible steel dart in his hand and shook his head: "He originally wanted to take you with him."  "I didn't say anything, even though the captain had convincing evidence. But I couldn't get rid of the shadow of self-blame. If I hadn't been captured, these things wouldn't have happened. "Silence!  "The butcher suddenly reached out from behind and pushed the captain's ass. The captain hurriedly said to me and patted the shoulder of the speed controller in front. The speed controller also patted the shoulder of the werewolf who was close to the front, asking him to turn the trigger.  The body was put down on guard. "Pursuing soldiers?  "The captain was busy talking to me and didn't notice anything strange. He held his gun and barely looked at the sand curtain that looked like a few meters of peripheral wall. "I don't know!  "The butcher was alert while pinching the dust cover of the H2's bullet supply port and the shell collector of the ejection port of the H2 in his hand. It was too easy for the ammunition supply to be blocked in this weather.  ¡°There¡¯s people moving in that direction!  "The speed machine also uses Galil's SR99 sniper rifle. The rough product designed by Israel, an "oasis in the desert", has a much lower failure rate in this kind of weather. "Militants?  "The captain is holding an M4 sniper rifle with a 30-round magazine. What is strange is that the gun is not equipped with a locked speed lock but a speed handle, so the gun can also be adjusted to fully automatic mode.  , but the m4's gun body is too light and the ammunition is too powerful. Burst firing will cause the muzzle to jump sharply, seriously affecting the bullet dispersion, not to mention the fully automatic mode. Judging from the old and faded butt of the gun, this guy can be regarded as  It's an old thing, probably the captain's weapon when he served in the US military. "I don't know!  "Speed ??the machine and look at the werewolf. This guy is inhuman and can sometimes answer all kinds of weird questions. The werewolf flicked the dust towel and goggles on his nose with his fingers and made a helpless gesture, telling us this  There was nothing he could do in the weather. ¡°Don¡¯t act rashly!  The current situation is special. The NATO alliance's attack on Iraq is a certainty. Agents from all over the world have begun to infiltrate back into this riddled country for various purposes.  You can meet anyone here!  "The captain whispered carefully. If I hadn't looked at his mouth shape, I wouldn't have even heard him. "Crack!  Crack!  " A few very slight sounds came from the wind and sand. There was also an almost inaudible smell of blood. Although the sound was small, it was as shocking as thunder in the sky and as bright as a bright light. Everyone immediately understood what was going on.  The enemy is in the position of "Sword Fairy Little Dad". They are diagonally behind us, and the speed machine was pointed a little off just now. The unexpected skill of these people's stealth made everyone nervous, and the speed machine came from the pocket.  He took out the "last struggle" that was used to save lives and put it on me. It seemed that it might not be able to save my consciousness. The potential squeezed out by the medicine gave me limited power to move, and he took the speed machine and handed it to me.  The glo8 submachine pistol. This "paper" pistol that I usually despise the most now weighs a thousand pounds in my hand. I pointed at the offensive grenade inserted in the werewolf's chest and expressed my worst plan. I definitely don't  I will be captured again!" Promise me!  Unless we are all dead!  Otherwise, don't use this thing!  "The werewolf got the acquiescence of his teammates and handed the grenade over, but was grabbed by the speed machine. At the same time, my swollen fingers were as thick as carrot strips. "Promise me!  "The speed machine looked down at the ugly wounds on my body and demanded firmly again. "Hi!  Chinese tough guy!  Show him your tongue again!  When you talk nonsense and don't choose" The butcher muttered, patted the speed machine and touched the hand grenade on the back of my hand. The "concern" on the back of my hand moved in the direction of the sound. The speed machine looked at my eyes and let go helplessly.  Hands, and under the further stimulation of the drug, I reluctantly sat up on the cowboy's body and pulled the cow's bodyHe put his radio into his jacket pocket.  "Brothers! You should come and see this!" The butcher touched it again after a while.  He bypassed the speed machine and approached the captain, pointing his finger behind his back.  Everyone was frightened by the surprise on the butcher's face. What could surprise the butcher?  With the support of the captain, he followed the butcher closer and closer to the location where the sound came from. The rapid wind and sand could not cover up the sticky smell of blood.  Before I saw the expected corpse, the sand under my feet had turned blood red.  Just one step away!  Suddenly, a large body of corpses broke through the sand fog and was exposed to everyone's eyes. Dozens of corpses lay scattered on the sand.  What a miserable death!  The internal organs were covered with sand and scattered all over the floor like rice cakes dipped in sesame seeds.  The werewolf carefully went up and turned over several corpses to check, and whispered worriedly: "The hands, throat, heart, lungs, abdomen, all the tissues connected to the hand holding the gun were cut off with one knife. These guys can't even pull the trigger.  There's no chance." "The heel of the leg was cut off first." The werewolf said as he opened the body.  Pointing to the sand in the mouth of the corpse: "These guys are lying in ambush under the sand, waiting for these people to attack suddenly when they arrive. Quite risky! Quite courageous! They went to the southwest" "If they are so courageous! You  Will they leave a few people lying under the corpses waiting for us?" The butcher continued without hearing the werewolf's words.  That¡¯s right!  If we can detect them, then they can detect us.  These dead people should be the pursuers sent by Black Jack from the base. Although these mysterious guys have helped us solve our worries, based on their number, techniques, and skills, if they care about a few of us, it will be very dangerous!  The butcher finished speaking.  The rest of us were frozen there like ice sculptures and we didn't even dare to breathe!  "What should I do?" Maybe I was too weak due to the injury and lacked the self-confidence. I gestured and asked without daring to breathe.  "Retreat to the original route!" the captain waved his hand back and ordered.  "But they are on our route!" The werewolf backed away from us and pointed in the direction of the corpse: "If we want to leave here, we must follow them. No one likes to be messed with!" "We can't follow them!  Behind them!" The captain pondered for a moment and pointed to the east of the original route and said, "Let's go in this direction!" "In that case, we will be in a minefield!" The speed controller knew the terrain of this operation very well.  .  "I know! It's the lesser of two evils." The captain nodded: "Now there are things more difficult to deal with than landmines!" "Oh! Then bring these people's water and supplies." The butcher looked at me.  He nodded helplessly with the cowboy's corpse. Seeing the pity on his face, he wanted to compete with these people.  Vaimaa9 is one of the most feared mines.  Five "horns" protrude from its head, looking like a miniature robot.  No matter which "horn" it hits, driven by the explosive device, "Varmala 9" will bounce to your waist and then explode.  200 pieces of deadly metal fragments spread over a 50-yard area, killing or injuring anyone nearby.  Now, these long mine-like objects are densely lined up under the thick yellow sand. In order to prevent the sandstorm from blowing away the mines, the Iraqi armed forces even cast the foundation with cement, and then put the mines into the cement piers and dug them.  pit, and then stretched barbed wire in rows across hundreds of kilometers of desert.  It's like a boundless ocean in the rolling yellow sand.  "This is not just a few types of mines." The werewolf looked down and said, "From the cast iron mines of World War I to the most advanced plastic mines. This is a big gathering of generations!" "We are here!  Are you getting by?" I asked in sign language, pointing to the meager equipment they had.  In order to facilitate concealment, the things they carry are really limited. Walking through the minefield empty-handed is not courting death.  "Don't fight an unprepared war! It's one of the ten military principles of your Chinese greats." The werewolf laughed when he heard what I said, and took out a pair of slippers from his dry backpack and put it under his military boots.  Then he pulled out a cord and connected it to his laptop, and the display screen showed the location where something spread out in waves from his feet, and then rippled across.  A large number of red and white bright spots appear densely in the standard coordinate grid.  "Left foot metal detection! Right foot chemical material detection!" The werewolf pointed at his two feet and said: "New mine detector! Dealing with this place is a piece of cake. If the satellite scanning feedback is connected to make triangular vector positioning, the accuracy can reach 99%  %. It is estimated that it will not be put on the market in batches until 205. Keep up!" After saying that, he took out his saber and cut the steel mesh with the scabbard and started to move forward.  I felt that the pain in my body was gradually increasing along with my vitality. This was all due to the effect of the injection. I was even able to walk in a straight line while holding on to the speedometer.  The violent sandstorm began to weaken after five or six hours. After passing through several minefields under the deadly wind, we were gradually able to see farther and were stunned.  We all seemed to be standing in a rice field planted with mines, and the endless mines were so black that we couldn't see the edge at a glance.  "I heard that there are 30 million landmines in Iraq. We have encountered them all!" The butcher scratched his head and looked at the captain.  We have never encountered such a large minefield.  It is indeed a family fortune that has been accumulated for hundreds of years!  "This is just a place?Minefield!  look!  There is no wire mesh in front anymore!  He should be out soon!  "The captain is very optimistic. "You said the same thing an hour ago!  "The butcher took out the kettle and took a sip and then handed it to me. If it weren't for so many water resources, we would have been blown dry by the storm. "God!  What's this?  "The werewolf at the front of the team has been carefully comparing the location of the mines on the coordinates. Because this is an old battlefield, all kinds of warhead fragments are scattered all over the ground. The accuracy of the metal detector is greatly affected, and errors continue to occur.  Reports that there are thunders around make people afraid to act rashly. "What?  "The captain and everyone just stood there without moving. They just stretched their heads and glanced at the display screen. There was nothing but white flowers. "I don't know very well!  "The werewolf kept debugging the machine, thinking it was a malfunction of the machine. After restarting the computer several times, and the pattern was still the same, he exclaimed again: "I can't believe it!  "What is it?"  Mines?  "The captain walked carefully to the werewolf. The mine detector under his feet would only flash an alarm if it was not connected to the computer, but the red light "There is a mine nearby" kept flashing. "No!"  It's a corpse!  The werewolf stomped down hard with the dust of his feet and said: "It's such a big piece!"  It's best to have tens of thousands of people on this scale!  "This is a battlefield, maybe a fallen soldier!"  "The butcher said as he gently pushed aside the sand to reveal the antenna of the mine below. "Tens of thousands killed?  The werewolf pointed at the accurately divided skeleton diagram and said, "There are many children's skeletons in here!"  Looking at these dead people in shallow positions shows that these people were still alive when they were buried.  "That's a mass grave!"  It¡¯s not like I¡¯ve never seen it before!  Over the past few years, 300,000 people have disappeared in Iraq.  "The butcher glanced at him and regarded his fuss as ignorance. After realizing that the captain also had a look of fear, he said helplessly: "In Rwanda, eight thousand people die every day. Why are you so excited here?  ""No!  I'm not afraid of this!  He took a breath and pointed to the horizon and said, "It's going to rain!"  "Sure enough, the most chilling thing about the sandstorm is that the sandstorm is also accompanied by thunderstorms. Lightning flashes are so bright, and thunder explodes one by one, which makes people tremble. "Isn't it bad to rain?  It can also reduce ash.  Everyone, go faster!  "The butcher looked relaxed. "Idiot!  The desert is a large flat land, and lightning strikes only things with low electrical resistance.  The mines under our feet are so dense now that the mines in the sky are like a huge iron plate.  Do you like standing here waiting for others to chop you?  "The captain clapped his thigh with an anxious look.

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