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    "**!" Everyone lay on the sand and held their heads. Lightning struck the booby trap on the ground in the distance. Half of the minefield was detonated at the same time. The explosion of half a kilometer of mines was much more powerful than a cruise missile.  A large number of strange things fell from the sky. When I looked up, I found that they were all corpses wrapped in plastic bags. The wind and sand were so strong that it was still difficult to disperse the body odor leaking from the broken packages.  When everything passed, I looked up from the dust pile and found that the explosion site in the distance had become a huge sand pit.  Bodies were scattered around the edge of the pit, and liquids of various strange colors dyed the yellow sand into cruel paintings.  "What is this?" The werewolf lowered his body and wanted to touch the black oily mucus on the ground, but was held back by the captain.  "Don't touch that thing!" The captain grabbed the werewolf and slowly lowered his body. He took out a chemical test paper and dipped some in it. He frowned and said, "Positive! These are chemical agents." "It seems that Iraq has weapons of mass destruction."  Don't blame them unjustly!" The werewolf used the metal detector on his boots to find a cannonball-shaped metal object from the pile of dead people, with a small amount of green pungent liquid overflowing from it.  "It's not a weapon of mass destruction! These things look like the inner cores of chemical artillery shells or rockets. Judging from the extent of rust, they should have been dismantled and buried here for many years!" The captain pointed to the objects in the distance.  The strong wind blew away the underground fortifications that were covered with sand and exposed to the air, and there were more wooden boxes of this kind stacked inside: "This should have been an artillery position for rear supply operations during the first Gulf War. Now it is surrounded by mines to bury dead people."  And artillery shells. These things are not weapons of mass destruction. During the Iran-Iraq war, Iraq often sent such artillery shells to Iran." "They often used these things to suppress the Kurdish riots. These are just trivial things in front of them!  It seems that the blockade for several years has made Saddam very poor, lest the United States come back to cause trouble in the name of chemical weapons. Simply dismantle these things and leave them here to dry." The captain asked everyone to walk around the trench next to the fortification.  It is said that at that time, Iraq was full of ditches filled with black gold. The ditches, which were as dark as water channels, were once filled with oil. The Iraqis used to burn oil and release thick smoke to avoid air raids.  "We are walking like a snail! How long will it take to get out of this big grave pit?" The butcher looked down at the plastic fertilizer bag exposed under his feet: "If you don't want people to know about the massacre, you should dig the pit deeper.  . Damn it! Wrapped in plastic sheet and buried, there is no knowledge of degradation." "It takes time and effort to bury the body here, why is it so troublesome." The werewolf ignored the subdivided types on the screen, but too many debris had too much impact, okay  It took him a long time to dare to move forward dozens of meters.  "It's probably a body bag for transporting corpses! These people may have died from chemical weapons. Who dares to carry it if you don't need something to carry it?" The butcher stepped over the body of the little girl with exposed ribs on the ground. When he was about to stop, he found a lump under his feet.  The strange protrusion startled him, and he hurriedly took a long step to get past the strange area. Because the step was too big, he couldn't control his legs, and he fell on the corpse of the little girl who didn't want to be trampled: "Fuck! Who dares to come?  Looking for someone here? Not even the UN verification team dares? All spies in IA will think twice before they act!" Everyone listened to the thunder getting closer and closer, as if they were chasing the escaping sandstorm, and the wind and sand in the air began to become thinner.  While walking, he suddenly fell out of the package of sand blanket. Looking back, he saw the huge sand wall running towards the distance with clear boundaries.  And we fell into the fresh air like goldfish falling out of a water bag with a hole in it.  The impact of the sudden clarity in front of them made it difficult for the whole team to adapt. They stopped and rubbed their eyes to re-recognize their surroundings. Only then did they realize that after walking out of the sandstorm, they walked into heavy rain.  But in the strong wind, the rainwater did not fall vertically, but flew as fast as an arrow parallel to the desert surface without falling to the ground.  The water droplets squeezed out by the terrifying thunderclouds with all their strength passed through the dry and smoky desert air, and evaporated without a trace before they could even kiss the ground.  Reaching out to grab a handful of moist air, the captain said with a smile on his face: "Okay! Not bad! It just rained. We are so lucky!" "How can we still be lucky when we encounter this kind of weird weather? Are you crazy?  Already? Boss?" The butcher took over the job of the speed machine and held me hostage.  The zombie slapping his butt muscles became furious when he heard the captain's words.  "Iraq has a desert climate in the rainy season. It rains at this time, which is a courtesy. Just be satisfied if it doesn't let us catch up with the snow!" The speed controller moved his sore arms and glanced at me: "The British during the Gulf War  I once encountered a heavy snowstorm in the desert of Iraq, and many people were caught off guard and froze to death!" Standing on the sand dunes, you can already see the low shrubs on the Gobi desert in the distance, and look at the blue sky washed by the rain.  A shadow appeared in everyone's mind.  If the sandstorm passed so easily, the pursuers could easily use their helicopters to estimate the radius based on our movement speed and find us.  "I didn't expect that the predicted sandstorm would end in such a short time! We must speed up immediately and try to get to the no-fly zone north of 3 degrees north latitude before the search team catches up. But in this case we cannot follow the original plan  Passed by near the village!" the captain told me.  Now we are heading north.  "Aren't we going to the plains? Are we going to go into the mountains?" The werewolf said with surprise on his face, pointing to the left.Said: "That direction? You must be joking with me." "I understand! I understand!" The captain waved his hand to suppress the werewolf's words: "Of course we won't go that way. The mines in the valley over there are three layers thicker than rocks.  There are still a lot of pimples." After hearing this, the werewolf's expression softened a little and he continued the work at hand.  The captain looked at the map for a long time and said: "We need to bypass Mosul without disturbing anyone." "But the original route is not If you go forward, you can get out of the desert pool area." The werewolf pointed at the already visible area.  Desert Border looked at the pattern on his laptop again and said: "If we bypass Mosul, we will have to walk dozens of kilometers through the Gobi. We have no problem, but Xingtian may not." "I know! But the original plan was not  The sandstorm will be over in less than four hours!" The captain looked up at the darkening sky and said: "The distance we traveled is too short. We can let Hawkeye fly to pick us up in the dark! But the other party will give up the search.  . We will have no chance to save Trigger!" "They are dispatched!" The captain's voice was clear, and the devil's voice came from the radio.  "How many people are dispatched?" Everyone paused when they heard this sudden voice.  Only the captain answered and asked.  "There are a lot of people sent out from all directions. At least three infantry battalions! Ten helicopters!" The devil's voice came again: "There are less than two companies of guards left in the base." "Wait a moment! Wait for them.  People should move further away from the base. Move again!" The captain looked at his watch: "How many helicopters do we have to deal with?" "Three! One Skylark! One Oryx! One Super Hornet!" The devil paused while speaking.  Suddenly, it seemed like there were people coming and going around.  "They're all French!" the butcher spat on the ground.  "Do you have a prejudice against France?" The young master's voice came from the radio: "You drink French wine, eat French food, and why don't you listen to your calls when you sleep with French girls?" "You" "You reach out to the French  How come you are prejudiced against Farang when you are collecting money?" The young master interrupted the butcher's words and cursed.  It seems that distance not only produces beauty, but also emboldens courage!  I have never seen Young Master dare to speak to a butcher like this in front of him.  "How dare you scold me, you Gallic chicken ass! I'll put a wine bottle in your asshole" "Shut up! The scolding isn't over yet!" The captain finally couldn't help but cursed out loud: "There's so much nonsense! Let's go! Maybe  When will they catch up?" "Hey!" The devil over there snickered a few times and then stopped.  He whispered solemnly: "We are going!" "God bless you!" The captain crossed himself and prayed for the devils.  "Should I keep him to bless you? We don't have planes here chasing me butt." The devil lost his voice after saying this, but it caused a burst of curses from others.  Looking at my companions who were still in high spirits, it seemed as if a vitality was transmitted from them into my body from their chatter and laughter, and my limbs gathered a trace of strength as the feeling extended.  "Feeling better?" The butcher saw that my waist had straightened up a bit and he patted me on the shoulder and asked.  And I could only nod: "Don't scream when the analgesic has worn off!" Damn butcher!  Still the same!  A crow's mouth, which pot will not be opened!  When he said it, my heart immediately beat faster than a V8 engine.  Sweat flowed down his forehead and the wounds on his face hurt like fire.  "However, that little bitch Redba asked me to bring something more effective than analgesics." After the butcher said, there was a "click" sound, and a sharp pain came from my wrist. When I looked down, my heart felt hot.  In the shining silver light, the bracelet wrapped around my mother's hair was clasped around my weak pulse.  I picked the bloody hand that blocked my nostrils and put it to the bracelet and smelled it hard. It seemed that a faint scent of cucumber seeped into my blood vessels through the engraved pattern on the platinum body.  "Hey! Child! Smell! These are newly harvested cucumbers sent by your uncle from the countryside. They are green food without the use of pesticides." The mother's voice rang in her ears, and the cool plant fragrance contained the essence of nature.  Infinite vitality "It looks like her stuff is still of some use!" The butcher patted my face: "However, I also have something for you to see if her stuff is more effective. Or mine is more inspiring to you.  "After listening to the butcher's words, I turned to look at what he handed over. It was a photo of two dead people, two very ordinary Asians that I didn't recognize.  I rolled my eyes at him, not understanding what he meant!  "Don't understand?" The butcher smiled: "What about this?" The butcher turned the photo over, and there was a line of Chinese characters written on the back: Is this the trouble you caused when you were abroad?  "Give it to me!" I didn't know where the strength came from, I reached out and snatched the photo from the butcher's hand and brought it to my eyes.  Although the writing was a little blurred by the friction of the cloth.  But I can still recognize the handwriting of my eldest brother.  Turning over the photo and looking at the front, there are several pairs of green camouflage rubber shoes next to the two dead faces.  I am very familiar with this kind of shoes. They are the rubber shoes that Chinese people have always ridiculed as "wearing rubber shoes and wearing a tie".  "Hmm!HmmHmm" I pointed at the photo and stared at the butcher, desperately trying to speak.  But apart from the wounds on the tongue tendons in his mouth, blood flowed out all over his mouth, and nothing came out.  "Calm down! Calm down! Xingtian! Xingtian!" The captain was shocked by the huge force here.Alarmed by the movement, I turned around and found that I was not relying on anyone to support me.  He stood on the sand and screamed at the butcher, gesticulating and shouting. Blood sprayed out with his roar, making the butcher unable to open his eyes.  He quickly ran over to comfort me: "What's going on? What happened? Don't get excited! Don't get excited! Damn it! Calm down" The captain saw that I didn't listen and slapped me on the head.  It took him a long time to decide that this was the only spot on his head that was not injured.  "UmIum" I held the photo and pressed it against the captain's shoulder, humming anxiously.  "Good guy! If those guys who caught you had this piece of paper, you would probably have said everything!" The butcher was a little frightened by the crazy look on my face. He wiped the blood on his face and sighed: "Your family is fine! This is  It was sent from your home to our cover company. I checked. Your family has moved to the family compound of the Armed Forces Ministry not long ago. These two bastards went to explore inside and were discovered. They resisted arrest and were beaten to death."  There are uncontrollable "foreign-related" elements like you running around in the world. Not having a double post outside your house is already giving you face. These guys are looking for death if they stretch their heads!" The butcher pointed at the two people in the photo and said:  "I was crushed to death with my bare hands. What a waste!" "The situation in your home is too complicated, and there is nothing we can do!" The captain gave the butcher a blank look when he saw the photo, and said to me apologetically: "They can't get in, and we can't either.  There's no way to get in." When I heard that my parents were okay, my heart dropped.  It seems Cali.  Cruz, this cripple, is not telling lies. As long as he is given time, he has enough money and power to hurt all my relatives and friends.  Although it sounds like my parents were secretly supervised, it was lucky to have escaped.  "Let me just say that my method is more effective than your woman's bullshit bracelet!" The butcher proudly showed off his cleverness to the others.  But in my heart, I want to strangle this bastard to death!  Fortunately, when I was beaten to death, I still used you as an example in my heart, thinking about how strong and brave you are to motivate myself. But in the end, you still caused trouble in my heart before I was saved.  "We are out of the minefield!" The werewolf at the front of the team turned around and shouted to everyone: "We are safe!" "Not necessarily!" The speed machine took the words and pointed to the sky in the distance, and three black dots, one large, two small, appeared on the horizon.  , chasing us very fast: "They are catching up!" "Jiri! I can't run away!" Everyone looked at the people who had just escaped from the minefield but were still in the Gobi.  The open terrain with no cover in front and no block in the back.  In this case, if you encounter an armed helicopter, the natural enemy of the infantry, you will definitely die!  "Run?" The butcher picked me up and ran, ignoring the wounds on my body. The others followed him closely and ran towards a low bridge that was vaguely visible in the distance.  "Racing an airplane with two legs? What a genius!" The werewolf rotated the laptop screen 90 degrees and covered it with the keyboard. He held it under his armpit and followed the butcher: "We should hide under the sand. That is the best policy.  !" "Really?" The butcher patted my butt and smiled at the werewolf: "The holes on this guy are almost as big as those of a sponge. Is he hiding under the sand, or is the sand hiding in his belly?" "Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up!  Run!" The captain threw the cowboy's body to the werewolf and shouted at the helicopter getting closer and closer behind him: "Get some smoke! I want to pretend to be ahm!" After that, he took out a piece of paint that looked like paint from his backpack.  The light yellow column on the ground stood on the sand and pressed on it a few times.  The shell of that thing spread out in all directions into an umbrella shape, revealing the warhead in the middle.  That's ahm, a voice-activated anti-helicopter mine.  During combat.  Mines are placed in directions vulnerable to helicopter attack as needed, and as soon as the sonic detector senses the sound of the helicopter, the data processing system begins triangulating to determine the target's coordinates.  When the target approaches a certain boundary, the mine will take off according to the signal guidance of the sensor, and destroy the target with the help of the best explosion conditions determined by its infrared automatic seeker.  Its command and control system can distinguish the type of helicopter based on the different sounds made by the propeller, and its reliability can reach 90%.  through preprogramming.  Sensors can also shut down minefields, allowing friendly helicopters to pass through.  The speed machine is equipped with a grenade launcher in front of the sniper barrel.  Take out the blank ammunition from the ammunition bag and put it into the gun chamber and screw the grenade onto the muzzle launcher.  At this time, the outline of the helicopter could already be seen. In other words, we were within their range.  When the time was right, the speed machine fired the grenade into the minefield that had just been walked out.  As a result, the thunder roared all over the sky, as if all the dustmen in the desert were lifted up into the sky. The black smoke mixed with the sand and fog made the sky that had not been washed away by the rain once again become a mess.  The Super Hornet is a multi-purpose helicopter used to transport troops and does not have any strong attack capabilities. The Skylark and Gazelle are both light armed helicopters with limited weapons. Generally, they are 7.2 machine guns or 20 cannons.  Plus three or four wire-guided missiles.  Since the 1990s, France has stopped supplying the "Hot" anti-tank bullets used by the Oryx due to international issues. Iraq cannot even import NATO's large-caliber gun bullets, so it is impossible to support them to death.  Up to two 70mm rocket pods can be attached.  These things are all guys that can't hit the target if they can't see it, so as long as they are confusedA thread can save your life!  "Run!" The captain set up the mine and ran forward.  The speed machine ran behind him and reloaded the grenade and fired into the minefield in the distance. The smoke and dust that was constantly being raised seemed to have the tendency of a sandstorm coming again, and it followed the captain and chased us.  I lay on the butcher's shoulder and reluctantly looked back. The excitement and energy exhausted me and the bumps of running made my vision begin to blur.  Due to the distance and the thick dust, I couldn't see clearly what happened. I could only see the protruding mine body in the middle of the mines that were spread out on the ground suddenly bounced into the sand and fog a hundred meters high, and then there was a loud noise.  Maybe it hit!  I fainted thinking about it.

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