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- The Rumaila oil field is known as the "Crown of Oil" in Iraq. The oil pipeline extending from it is exported to the oil port outside the Al-Faw Port through the Al-Faw Peninsula. While we were deep in Rumaila, the United States sent a SEAL team that also claimed to be "non-existent" and had already occupied important refineries and oil pipelines there. I heard that they learned from our lessons and sent troops using smaller " "Little Bird" helicopter abandoned its original route and took a detour to capture the pointed oil refinery. Only three soldiers were injured. The Allied Liaison Officer conveyed to us the gratitude of the top brass of the US military. learn from mistakes! Why are we mercenaries always the ones who suffer the consequences?
Sitting on my heavily armored Humvee, looking out the window at the whitening horizon in the distance, I couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. Strange missile attacks, strange paint, strange radar, strange too many anomalies make people feel like there is a big invisible hand laying countless moves on the chessboard of Iraq.
The huge oil tanks of the refinery in front are already protruding from the horizon. The refineries in this area that are too close to the border line stopped working during the first Gulf War ten years ago, although some of them have resumed production. , but when I saw this through the telescope, even the factory door was so broken that it fell down, I believed it was definitely not included in the plan.
"Genius! Give me the map of this factory." I asked the convoy to stop and called to Genius over the radio.
"Ghoul! What else are you trying to do? If the strange black paint on their bodies can cover up the heat leakage, then it will be useless no matter how many pictures I give you. The camera cannot penetrate the well-ambushed bunker. "The picture that Genius gave us yesterday did not show the ambush position in the woods. He blamed himself for this for a long time.
"I know. But I have to get the blueprints to arrange the battle. This factory has been abandoned for a long time, and there shouldn't be many soldiers stationed there. I will think of a way myself." I glanced at the butcher next to me: "It really can't be done. , we will attack by force! With the automatic low-caliber turret and 82mm mortar on the vehicle, we are confident to capture any infantry position."
What we did not get in exchange for the equipment that was affected by the metal storm was this strange turret. This thing looks very powerful: an M44 "Boombo" 30mm cannon (this is what hangs under the Apache), 2
The launch bay of a "Spike-er" anti-tank/multi-purpose missile has a parallel multi-purpose wheel and 2 triple smoke grenade launchers. Spare ammo includes: 40
30mm high-explosive rounds and 0 30mm armor-piercing rounds, 2 anti-tank/multi-purpose missiles (optional), 4-meter bullets and 7.2mm smoke grenades. If the Hummer hadn't been originally designed to be a heavy-duty truck, it probably wouldn't have been able to pull something weighing more than two tons. After installing this thing, our bulletproof Hummer looks like a light tank. American rows
, the British EI's egg, the Belgian "Arrow" 300, the Swedish otete Countries around the world are studying this fully automatic integrated weapon system. I don¡¯t know which country the one installed on the roof of our car is from.
"Okay! Here we come!" The genius could only agree after hearing the confidence in my tone. This guy relied too much on high technology. Once he lost this advantage, he became blind and panicked. After a while, two satellite pictures were uploaded to Guo Rong's handheld computer. One was a heat detection picture, and the other was an ordinary black and white photo. The heat map shows that there are indeed six or seven soldiers on duty at the posts at the front and rear entrances. It seems that these guys didn't get the black paint.
¡°Be careful, you¡¯ll lose your fortune!¡± The butcher saw the corner of my mouth curling up, and snorted lukewarmly from the side.
"Oh!" A basin of cold water was poured on my head, which made me hate myself for being so impatient and giving this guy the opportunity to teach me a lesson: "Follow me!" After saying that, I pulled Tang Guanjie out of the car.
"What are you doing?" Tang Guanjie got off the station and looked at me on the sand with a blank look on his face.
"Let's go in first!" After saying that, I pulled out a huge ghillie suit from the back of the car and threw it to him: "Change into it!"
"I'm not a marksman!" Tang Guanjie looked at the camouflage suit in his hand and didn't know what to do with it. The nouns he spoke in Chinese shocked me.
"Neither am I!" I pulled off the huge piece of cloth and draped it over him. This thing was originally a tarpaulin that covered our personal fortifications when we were in an ambush. It also has anti-infrared and camouflage effects.
"Who said that! You are obviously a marksman." Tang Guanjie wrapped in the big cloth and followed me like a little wife: "I saw the cooperation between you and the other teammate on your team. It's so cool !¡± So ??that¡¯s what he meant!
"Really?" Although the sky has turned white, I still put on my night vision goggles. If someone plots against a guy at this time, it will be very unfair: "So let me tell you, that guy is the real marksman. I am just a precise marksman at best."
"Is there any difference?" Tang Guanjie looked at the gun bag high behind me and the gun in my hand.g asked doubtfully.
"The difference between m4 and m24!" Now I don't need to waste my words. The M4 is a weapon that every squad is equipped with, but the M24 is a weapon used by specialized sniper teams and is rare for ordinary squads and squads.
"I think you are being modest!" After a while, Tang Guanjie murmured with certainty. He nodded to himself to strengthen his tone.
"" I chuckled secretly and said nothing. With the speed machine, I didn't dare to call myself a marksman.
"Then why did you bring me here? I am a radio soldier. Others are better at shooting than me." I thought the conversation was over, but Tang Guanjie kept chirping like a little magpie.
You mean to let me leave you with the guy who bit off half of his ear? "The two of us have walked outside the factory wall made of piles of earth. The wall has not been repaired for ten years and has a lot of damage. I took out the metal/plastic mine detector from my pocket and scanned one of the gaps. After scanning to make sure that there was no mine, he turned to the ugly-looking young man and said, "Boy!" Do you know a soldier named Chigurh? "
"No. I don't know him!" Tang Guanjie was stunned by my question.
"He's dead! Do you know how he died?"
"No, I don't know!"
"He was shot in the mouth by a sniper because he spoke too loudly while walking!" After saying that, I glared at him fiercely. If this guy talks too much after passing this wall, I will shoot him. In his mouth.
Obviously, my words and expressions had an effect. Tang Guanjie was so frightened by my eyes that his face turned pale, and he held his gun muzzle behind me and did not dare to express his anger.
Jump into the wall. Not far away is a row of huge oil tanks. The huge silver-painted iron barrels more than ten meters high have rusted yellow. The stairs leading up to it were even more rusty. I walked up to the highest oil tank and patted the simple ladder until slag fell from it. I pinched and twisted it with my fingers and a piece of iron came out. When was this factory built? It would take at least twenty years to rust like this!
"Life is full of surprises!" I sighed, and with Tang Guanjie's surprised eyes, I started to climb up the iron ladder gently.
"Ding!" There was a crisp sound, and a ladder iron I was holding broke under the load. It scared me into a cold sweat. The dead sniper! I seemed to see the huge title on "Provisional Soldiers" and the smiling faces of readers.
"You grab the one I step on. Do you hear me?" I threw away the iron rod in my hand and continued to climb up the stairs. The subsequent journey was obviously much better. Although it kept dropping iron filings downwards, it completed its mission fairly well and sent us to the top of the tank.
When we climbed to the top of the tank, we had a panoramic view of the two entrances and exits and all the roads in the entire factory area. I took out the T50 from my gun bag and set it up. Tang Guanjie, who was following me, also climbed up and sat next to me, panting. He looked scared rather than tired.
"Ghoul!" Tang Guanjie touched the tank under his butt and looked at me: "Is this an oil tank? If there is still oil in this thing. If we start fighting soon, will they blow us up with a shot? What? Do we have to hide here?"
"This is an empty can!" I pulled the tarp on his body and covered both of us.
"How can you be so sure?" Tang Guanjie was lying next to me, still worried.
I looked at this 9-year-old kid and knew that sometimes kids of this grade couldn¡¯t explain things clearly with words alone, so I took out the saber in my arms and stabbed it on the top of the can in front of him. Petroleum storage tanks are inherently thin, only 5mm
Around , the top of the tank is only 2mm thick. A piece of me was cut off like butter in front of me, a saber that could pierce the armor of a helicopter cabin.
"In order to defend the US military, Iraq used up all its oil. Didn't you see there was a fire ditch on the road where we came from?"
I flicked a few small stones from the top of the tank into the tank, and a moment later I heard the sound of the stones falling on something hard: "This factory didn't resume production after the war. Where would the oil be reloaded? Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible." Let it rust like this, even if it is full, it will leak." I pointed to a few cracked asphalt fields on the ground in the distance.
"Oh!" Tang Guanjie breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't say anything without my order!" I set up the gun and thought for a while but felt uneasy, so I took out a bag of shotguns and put them in front of him: "If my magazine is empty, reload it for me." Keep your hands and eyes."
"Butcher! I'm in position!" Only then did I reply to the butcher.
"I understand!" It was already dawn, and the butcher's car could be seen from the top of the jar.
"Okay!" After the butcher finished speaking, he saw smoke coming out of their 82mm mortar. A shell landed in front of the fortifications behind the front door. The low wall made of sandbags was blasted into the sky with a loud noise. ?The sound of cannons that rang out in the silence was amplified exponentially, and the entire factory shivered from the reverberation.
Needless to say, the soldiers who were originally hiding in the fortifications quickly rushed out of the bunker with their guns in hand. After observing for a moment, they boldly set up their mortars to fight back. The soldiers at the back door were not as brave as those at the front door. Many of them took off their uniforms and ran away before they were hit!
The Butchers and the others rushed over brazenly with their powerful weapons and firepower. Stop at 800 of rg7
A 30mm gun and 40mm grenade launchers on two other vehicles were used outside the meter range to continuously hit air burst bombs over the fortifications, using the exploded fragments to kill and injure the soldiers hiding behind the bunkers. Those handheld and rg
The soldiers found that even after firing the most powerful missiles in their hands, they failed to hit the Butcher. They had no choice but to fight back with the 0mm mortar in their hands, but they only had time to hit the gunner and other soldiers with two rounds. Intense artillery bombardment hit them all. The battle ended at an astonishing speed. When the Butchers, their convoy and infantry entered the factory, the sun had just risen from the horizon.
Lying on the top of the tank from a distance, watching the life disappearing in the smoke. Tang Guanjie only had time to sigh: Is this the end?
Listening to the butcher reporting the battle status as he passed the position, the kid realized: there was a loud noise, a puff of smoke rising in the distance, and then nothing. No one heard him Xianwu Xuanyuan Novel 5200 whether he shouted. Sympathy, pity, condolences are all out of the question. The enemy is invisible whether dead or alive. Perhaps in comparison, the firefight last night was more like the war described in the movie.
"Are we going down there?" Tang Guanjie thought it was going to be a big fight, but he found that it was over in such a "boring" way.
She asked me a little frustrated and a little happy.
"Where?" I looked at the boy who held the dismantled shotgun in his hand and hadn't had time to pack it up.
"Go down and join them?"
"We're not going anywhere! We're just going to stay here until the British come to take over!"
"No way! I thought we were just here to cover their attack."
"We are covering so that everyone can leave here alive!" I reread "leave": "Until then, we have been staying here."
Lying on top of the oil tank, the Iraqi sun is bright but not warm. The temperature of 4 degrees Celsius is a world of difference compared to Afghanistan, which is also an Islamic country. Thinking of this time a year ago, when I was lying in a half-thick snowdrift waiting to die, I couldn't help but be filled with emotion. A year had passed away in pain and chaos. The memory of yesterday and the sense of jet lag make people feel like their lives have been cut short.
"Is it almost Chinese New Year?" I lay on the cold iron sheet and looked at the sun. The huge fireball stung my eyes, but I didn't want to move away from the line.
"The 3rd of the month is the New Year!" Tang Guanjie, who was watching for me, listened to my inquiry and counted on his fingers.
¡°¡¡± Neither of us said anything anymore. From the time he met me until now, he has never looked down upon me. The relationship between the two of them tends to be more of a burden and a nanny than a comrade-in-arms. Maybe my style is too tough, which is why he has been around me for fear of not being able to perform his training in the army, but this conversation suddenly brought the relationship between the two of us much closer. yes! It was only after I stayed abroad that I realized that the grand festivals that I had unconsciously looked forward to when the day came were only an integral part of Chinese life, and they only resonated in the hearts of us descendants of Yan and Huang.
"Well! Brother Xingtian!" Tang Guanjie, who was staring at the several locations I pointed out to him with his binoculars, suddenly called my name and used the honorific.
"What?" I covered my eyes with goggles. The world became a brown color, and then it became bright and painful again.
"It says you are a secret force, but I heard from my sister that you claim to be mercenaries. What role do you play in this war?" From the time Tang Guanjie met me until he set out, the two of us had spoken no more than the number of fingers on our hands and feet. , of course he doesn¡¯t know what we, who are also wearing U.S. military uniforms and dressed like regular troops, do.
"I'm just a foreman!" I took out a large piece of special chewing tobacco from my pocket and threw it into my mouth. I couldn't smoke while on duty.
Having just given up drug addiction, I can only use this non-smoking substance as chewing gum, and use it to suck away the drool that cannot be controlled from under my tongue. Although this stuff is not much cheaper than heroin, it does not have the unpleasant smell of ordinary chewing tobacco, so it is not afraid of exposing the target.
"Contractor?" Tang Guanjie seemed to be very interested in mercenaries. He turned around and looked at me curiously with his big eyes blinking. He had to admit that this guy looked a bit like Takeshi Kaneshiro in his early days as a nanny.
"Speak just as you say. Look at the Japanese front." I flicked the crumpled tobacco packaging tin foil onto his face with my fingers. The boy's mouth was so painful that he quickly put his glasses back on the telescope without daring to do so. Talk again. From time to time I touched the spot on his face where he was hit by the bullet. I paid close attention and discovered that there was a small hole in his face and blood was oozing out.
"Why are you so thin-skinned like a girl!" Seeing him blushing, I felt embarrassed, took out a hemostatic patch from my pocket and threw it to him. After all this is a child!
"I am already the roughest and thickest among our parents!" Tang Guanjie took the hemostatic patch and pressed it to his face, holding it in his mouth unconvinced.
¡°¡¡± I was speechless. So what do the other males in his family look like? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but touch my old face. Damn it! Same as a broken pot bottom.
"Brother Xingtian! Go on! I don't look at you!" Tang Guanjie didn't look angry when he saw me. He picked up the conversation again, but this time he didn't dare to look away from the observer.
"What did I say?" After swallowing the thick tobacco juice, I couldn't remember what I just said.
"You said you were just contractors." Tang Guanjie reminded me.
"That's right! We are just contractors." I was weighing in my mind whether it would be better to make this business more scary or more attractive.
"The military will list some battles that will cause greater sacrifices in the war assessment, and we will pretend to support them in the fight. American lives are valuable!" I licked my teeth and continued: "Sometimes, I also work as an actor. When the employer needs it, When the time comes, he jumps out and sings blackface!¡±
"Singing blackface?" Tang Guanjie was stunned: "What blackface? Are you talking about taking jobs that are not in compliance with international law?"
"" I looked at this young man. The legal society does have the function of regulating people. What is legal is a white face, and what is illegal is a black face. Once a moral bottom line is drawn, personal behavior will not deviate too far from mainstream thinking.
"Let me give you an example!" I said after considering the more "approachable" incidents in my career: "For example, in Afghanistan, a group of resistance elements carefully planned to attack a US military convoy and killed Several Americans. Then immediately, another group of people under the banner of resistance armed forces were climbing into homes, killing people and setting fires, and publicly admitted it with great fanfare, so that people would have the image of them doing all kinds of evil and discredit the resistance organization. Then The United States announced that these things were done by resistance organizations, and several allies also announced their condemnation. Other countries had no choice but to start condemning out of face or surrender to the United States, so: Resistance Organization =
??Terrorist organizations = should be eliminated. Sometimes we just break into homes with money and kill people and set fires. "
"" When Tang Guanjie heard this, he turned his head and looked at me again in shock. I didn't scold him.
After all, it is understandable that children would be frightened by this kind of thing.
"Thisisn't thisa frame-up?" Tang Guanjie was dumbfounded for a long time and finally thought of a suitable idiom: "This is a robber!"
"Crops don't grow in the Liangshan Mountains!" Inexplicably, I felt a rush of heat in my heart: "The banner hanging in front of the Juyi Hall is also a banner to uphold justice for heaven!"
"Then how did you get into this industry?" Tang Guanjie heard that I slandered Tong Shi Naian's masterpiece, and suddenly his eyes were on my hand and his mouth turned: "You are wearing a wedding ring, your wife knows this ?"
"" The young man's casual question grabbed the most sensitive nerve in my heart. A sharp pain suppressed my breathing. The bitterness of tobacco ran down the tongue for some reason and ran into my eyes. Hot tears overflowed as I looked up at the sky. In my eyes, the fiery red sun turned into colorful balls through the mist. I dare not speak. I was afraid that the pull of my muscles would cause the overflowing tears to break the balance and flow out of the corners of my eyes.
"Did I say something wrong? I" Tang Guanjie noticed something was wrong with me and hurriedly tried to smooth things over, but was blocked by my outstretched gesture.
parents! brother! Wife! son! In these fairy tales, when you encounter difficulties, dangers, despair and helplessness, the panacea that can be turned into motivation to turn things around when you think about it has become a hard-to-swallow elixir in my stomach. It¡¯s hard to say!
"Boy! Guess how old I am!" I pinched my nose and whispered.
"You I can't guess you're thirty, right?" Looking at Tang Guanjie's insincere expression, it was obvious that he was telling the truth.
"Hahahaha!" I opened my mouth and laughed silently.
¡°Did I guess wrong?¡±
"I was 9 years old when I came out in 1999. Calculate how old I am now!" I pushed back the tears in my eyes and touched my face full of scars, and sighed with fear. yes! Count it up! I'm barely 23 years old. But my body and mind are as dry as a tree I don¡¯t dare to think about it!
Tang Guanjie was silent! He hangedEven if I think about it, I would never have thought that he and I were the same age. They say that time makes people grow old, but he can't imagine what kind of time can torture people into this state.
"Boy! Listen to me! No matter what great reason you ran out to become a soldier, if you have the opportunity to throw away the gun in your hand, never hesitate!" At this point, I turned my head and looked at Tang Guanjie's immature eyes. Repeated in one sentence: "Absolutely-yes-
Don¡¯t hesitate! "
"I" Tang Guanjie wanted to say something. I was blocked again.
"The battlefield is an endless hell. Maybe you can't feel the cruelty of war, and not many soldiers have even experienced it to that extent. But. Trust me! When you touch it, it also means you have no way out." I said and patted it away. The radio asked the butcher in the distance: "When will those British arrive?"
"I don't know! I haven't contacted the captain yet! There is no news even from the genius." The butcher stayed beside the car in the hidden area of ??the refinery below and was quite puzzled. Does he want us to stay here for a month or two?
"Wait a little longer!" I responded helplessly. Although I was anxious and angry, there was nothing I could do about it: "We won it so easily. It seems that Iraq has indeed begun to shrink its defense lines and retreat as the legend says. Went into Basra to defend the city."
"I hope so! Nothing is certain until it is explained where Iraq got those strange things."
The butcher is crazy, but that doesn¡¯t mean he is reckless.
¡°Copy that!¡± I interrupted the communication with the butcher. One day passed, and the engineers who came with the team checked the inside and outside of the factory several times to make sure that there must be no problems here. But I became more and more angry, thinking that my son's life was still in the hands of others, and I The enemy is staying in the military fortress in Nasiriya, but I have to stay in this dilapidated refinery, guarding a group of immovable machines with nothing to do. It is almost driving me crazy. The Iraqis also made no move. It seemed that we were not staying in the backyard of Iraq, but in the desert of Nevada.
By connecting the helmet¡¯s imager to the output of the sight, I just need to set up the gun and lie on the ground without getting too close, and I can use the display screen of the goggles to monitor the target area through the sight. After nightfall, I lay on the top of the oil tank without moving for a whole day. Tang Guanjie, who had not received any lurking training, could no longer stand the loneliness and wanted to change places to stay.
Just at this time! A row of bright spots appeared on my protective eye, densely packed with thousands of people.
"Butcher!" I was about to remind the butchers who were in a low position.
"I saw it too!" The observation equipment on Butcher's car is tank-level, and its observation range and accuracy are higher than mine.
"Are you British?"
"I don't know! These people came on camels!"
Looking at the bright spots all over the mountains and plains, I have an ominous premonition! Very bad feeling!
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