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- "I can't let him die!" When I saw the positioning laser, I immediately rushed to the window.
"What are you going to do?" Amid was shocked after hearing my words. "Isn't this war just to eliminate Saddam's tyranny? What a great opportunity this is!"
"We are not working for the U.S. government. We are just waiting to find the murderer who hurt our brother and my son. If he is dead, who should I go to for my son?" I set up the gun, and there were no butchers or speed machines nearby. Stop me. After getting their acquiescence, I held the gun and without enough time to take careful aim, I fired at a guard in the aisle on the second floor. It's not bulletproof glass, and I know that guy too. In the nightmare of being tortured, this guy also played a walk-on role.
After the guy fell to the ground, the whole courtyard immediately stirred up. Countless armed soldiers ran out from the corners and filled the entire courtyard. On the same floor, the father and son Cali Cruz and Saddam Hussein had already been covered by bodyguards and disappeared.
"Is there an air-raid shelter there?" I looked at the chaos on the opposite side for a long time, but no vehicles were coming in or out. It seemed that these people were still in the courtyard and had not come out.
"Yes!" Amed was so frightened by the searchlight from the rooftop opposite that he knelt on the ground and did not dare to move. He held his head and replied, "Fifty meters deep underground. Made by the Germans. Same as Saddam's batch. The one built together with the underground palace is just a smaller one.¡±
"Wonderful!" Mao Mao pouted, "The most powerful blu-3 ground-penetrating bomb in the United States can't explode."
"Should we leave quickly?" The lights on the opposite side have already located our row of houses, and they are searching window by window. Even if there is no harvest, the soldiers are probably already on their way.
"Don't be anxious, there is something that makes them even more anxious!" As soon as I finished speaking, a bomb accurately landed in the courtyard across the river. The huge explosion blew away all the glass on our side hundreds of meters away. It was shattered, and the sky-high fire and strong earthquake caused all the tables and chairs to jump off the ground. Then came the second and third shots. A total of four bombs landed precisely on the building.
Suddenly, the lights and voices disappeared. After a pause, the anti-aircraft guns surrounding the courtyard suddenly opened fire. Strings of thick bright lights rushed into the sky accompanied by loud noises, exploding into clouds of gray smoke in the night. They kept changing angles and firing, as if chasing an invisible target.
"Ah ha! The war has begun!" The butcher took out the knife and rubbed it on his sleeve. After looking around for a long time without finding the target, he could only insert the knife into the knife blade again.
"Really? Have you tied up your running shoes?" I pointed to the increasingly lowered searchlights. This place is nearly a day's journey from the border. Even if the war starts now, it will still be long before the American soldiers enter the city. After 24 hours, we will have died a hundred times by then.
¡°Someone is much more impatient than us!¡± The speed machine pointed in one direction, which was the highway leaving Nasiriyah. Perhaps the explosions and gunfire in front of us were too loud, and we never paid attention to the faint flash there. Only after the speed machine pointed it out did we faintly hear the low sound of gunfire.
"Perhaps the retreating vehicle formation of the Iraqi President was discovered by the combat troops sneaking in." Mao Mao picked up the telescope and looked at it for a while and said, "Beheading operations are always the top priority of the United States. The impact of killing the military leader on the entire war situation is immeasurable. of."
"I just hope that guy tied with strips of cloth is not in the car." Looking at the explosion of fire, I thought that those troops had been hit by anti-tank missiles. Even the strongest bulletproof car could not withstand this thing. The person must have died, it just depends on which unlucky person is in the car.
"Are you still in the mood to worry about him? Look at that!" Mao Mao pointed to the convoy of troops on the bridge not far from us, and there was a howitzer behind it.
"Boom!" Another missile exploded on the opposite side. This time, we were prepared and covered our ears in time. We also saw people in many high-rise buildings nearby rushing to the windows, and there were faint flashes of light from time to time.
"Everything! Everything!" The deep sound of the dhs2.7*08mm heavy machine gun mounted on the military vehicle that had not yet passed the bridge sounded simultaneously with the flash of light. Those simple houses were sieved by such heavy bullets. Some weak walls collapsed, and the roofs smashed the people inside, and they were trapped below.
"Those people are" After seeing the convoy turning around and being directed to those places, Mao Mao frowned and looked through the binoculars carefully, "Ha! Those guys are reporters."
"These days, those carrying cameras run further ahead than those carrying guns. Crazy world!" The butcher looked at the reporters who were searched in the room opposite, and while teasing those unlucky guys, he tied his hands Escape work.
¡°Theshoot, too!¡± The speed machine played a little word game with an expressionless expression.
¡°Beshot,Too!" The reporters pulled out from the rubble were more or less injured. I looked at them and said sarcastically. These guys are trying to steal the news!
"Should we leave?" Mao Mao looked at the troops marching into the front street. Those guys had already begun to search door to door.
"Wait a moment?" The speed machine held its own machine gun, fastened the slide buckle to the rope, and still stood in its original position without moving.
"What should I do?" Amed looked at a room full of garbage that did not belong to Iraq. He was stunned when he realized that we had no intention of taking it away. If the soldiers being searched saw it, they would definitely break him.
"Can you shoot?" After Mao Mao put the computer into his backpack, he took the magazine from the table and inserted it into his short assault rifle. He pulled the gun to check whether the ammunition supply was normal and then looked up at Amed.
"I have a gun!" Amed pulled out his mobile phone from behind the door and held it in his hand.
"Lead the way in a moment!" Mao Mao saw that he couldn't reach the straps behind his back when he was wearing his chest-mounted magazine pouch, so he had to go up and tie a tight knot for him, and then patted him on the shoulder. Before that, she looked back at the three of us. If any of the three of us nodded, the military power on her waist would penetrate this guy's back. But the butcher shook his head in the end. After all, none of us were familiar with this city. Without the guide¡¯s GS data, the chances of something happening under such a military situation would have been too high.
Amed, who didn¡¯t know that he had already walked around the ghost gate, turned to look at us with gratitude on his face, which was a sign of gratitude that he would never leave us. The look made our hearts skip a beat. But just like a pebble thrown into the sea, the little movement was quickly overshadowed by other waves.
"Where's little Ali?" We all have different looks, and we might be seen by others when we go out, so we don't always know Ali's actions.
¡°He is downstairs monitoring the actions on the street.¡± Amid pointed to the second floor at his feet.
"You're not related to him, are you? I remember your family is waiting for you in the United States, right?" Kitty looked at Amed, then moved his eyes down to the muzzle of the gun in his hand, and finally back to on his face.
"That's right!" Amed is not a fool. First he was worried that we were ruthless in our work, and then he was happy that he was chosen. Finally, he put the Arab dagger on the table and pulled it out from his waist to look at it, biting his lower lip. Rush out of the room.
"Have eyesight!" The butcher nodded and then turned around and continued to ask the speed machine, "What are we waiting for? Everyone has run away!"
"Wait a minute! I feel like there is something worth waiting for." The speed machine said this and looked at me and the kitten for advice.
"I'm small, so I won't be afraid of being discovered if I run late!" Kitty leaned against the door frame and watched the "progress" on the second floor. He turned back to the speed machine and shrugged.
"I've been waiting for a month, and I don't care about these few seconds anymore." We have been monitoring here for such a long time, listening to a lot of things that can shock the world, but there is nothing useful to us, and now we still have the same result. Then it got bombed, which was really frustrating.
The four of them were silent now. Anyway, the butcher was not afraid of trouble. The more trouble he had, the happier he would be. After waiting for a while, Amed ran up with a bloody dagger in his hand. He was stunned when he saw that we were still busy. He slowly put the knife back into the scabbard and asked, "Aren't we leaving yet?" ?¡±
"Wait a moment." Amid said, holding the MS on the table and looking at the flashing car lights outside the window, sweating profusely, "They have already searched the opposite door."
"Wait for this!" The speed machine suddenly raised its gun and fired. The sound of the silencer-equipped gunfire was almost inaudible under the cover of anti-aircraft fire. Before we had time to see who the machine was shooting at, the speed machine had jumped out of the back window and slid down the rope.
He didn't explain that we could only inexplicably jump out of the back window with him. As soon as we landed, we heard the speed machine calling the genius on the radio: "Genius! There is a container truck parked on the bridge near where we are hiding. Did you see it?"
"Wait a minute!" the genius's voice sounded, "I saw it! But it has already left. Do you want me to follow them?"
"Of course! There were two drivers in that shabby car, and I only killed one!" When the speed machine said this, all of us jumped off the third floor. The riverside path we were on was very narrow, and the convoy couldn't get in. It was dark, and the soldiers who came to search all turned on flashlights. The bright lights in their hands could be seen with night vision devices from more than a hundred meters away. It was not difficult to get around.
"What's up there?" The genius's voice was intermittent, and the reception was very poor.
"I don't know! But I saw the Undertaker's G500 leading the way in front. It must not be Iraqi stuff." The speed machine led Amid to lead the team in the front, I was in the middle, and the butcher was in the back.?I touched the direction where the flashlight light came from, and there was a house that had been searched.
When we were about to encounter the search team, we climbed over a low wall and jumped into Amid's neighbor's house. I was holding a short gun, so I was the first to jump in. When I landed, I saw a woman with a black veil on her face cleaning up the messed up things in the backyard. She heard the sound and turned around just in time to see me jump in. Because of her veil covering her face, I couldn't see her facial features at all, and I didn't know if she was going to open her mouth to call. Just in case, I could only raise my hand and shoot her in the head, and the firing pin made a primer sound. It was perfectly covered by the surroundings, and even the sound of her falling to the ground was not abrupt.
The second person to jump in was the little cat. After she took my place, I held the pistol and rushed into the inner room where someone was already calling this woman's name. An older woman was holding a dustpan in her hand. Broken china was walking into the passage leading to the backyard. It was dark and her vision was unclear, so she thought I was one of her family members. Instead of screaming, she walked over. When I shot her between the eyebrows, she didn't even figure out who shot her. At this time, Amed, the butcher, and the speed machine also jumped into the yard. The butcher and the speed machine stayed in the backyard to prevent their whereabouts from being leaked. Amed followed me and the kitten into the house.
There were two children and two men inside. It seemed that all three generations of the family were at home. The buttons were pressed one after another, and after a burst of smoke, there was no outsider in the room who could breathe.
"This isTakri Hassan's family. Our two families have been neighbors for thirty-five years!" Amid looked at the body lying on the ground, his eyes a little straight.
"Why didn't you say anything before I fired?" I stood by the door and looked through the crack in the door to see if the soldiers on the street had noticed anything. As a result, no one knew which group of special operations troops or mercenaries had been pulled out, and the people not far away were "helping to fight" into a ball. No one paid any attention to the few people in this dark courtyard. The sound was muffled.
"I" Amed couldn't continue. It's definitely not possible to say that he doesn't know, because he has known this person for more than thirty years, so there is no way he can't recognize whose backyard this is. Say it's too late, maybe remind me at least ten times before entering the house. To say that you sacrificed them because you were afraid of exposing yourself seems selfish and residual
"It doesn't matter! You will make new friends when you arrive in the United States, as long as you don't live in New York!" Kitty patted the determined "insurgent" on the shoulder again.
The anti-aircraft fire outside stopped. In fact, except for the first few bombs fired by the enemy, the remaining artillery fire for nearly an hour was fired by the Iraqis themselves. After firing here and there, it was not known whether they hit a bird or not. As soon as the gunfire stopped, other sounds were particularly harsh. The street we were on was full of gunshots. We didn't know who was shooting whom. Anyway, our team had no accomplices, so it was none of our business to kill anyone.
"The convoy only moved along the bank of the Euphrates River, and stopped at a refinery on the western outskirts of Nasiriyah. That was" Before the genius could finish his words, the captain took over, "Ahem! Ahem! Then This is where we are. A team of guys is approaching our placecough!"
"Then we can walk to the refinery along the Euphrates River? What are the coordinates?" I looked at the three-wheelers that kept going outside. None of these people had night vision equipment, only ordinary conventional weapons. If Instead of following the sound of gunshots, whoever can catch the lurker is truly blessed by Allah!
"You have to wait." The genius's voice was still intermittent and sounded very strange.
"Wait? What are you doing? Why is the communication so bad?" The butcher frowned and endured the noise in his ears.
"I'm on my way." The genius' voice didn't sound as panicked as he said.
"What way are you going?" The speed machine was also very surprised.
"Enter Iraq to find Big Bear and the others." Everyone was stunned when the genius said this. He was staying well at the American base, why did he take such a big risk to leave?
"Why?"
"The Marine Corps reported that someone warned Saddam that the bombing failed, and the identity is being verified." The genius spoke with pride in his tone, "Based on the location they reported, only a fool can't guess who they are referring to. , if possible, we would also fall out with them, I don¡¯t want to stay in other people¡¯s backyards waiting to be stabbed.¡±
"Sweetheart! That's what I like about you, your cleverness!" Kitty looked at the ceiling with a gun and laughed. Anyone would be happy knowing that their lover was out of danger.
"Of course! Now the Americans are deploying their troops to seize the oil fields. They don't care about me. By the time they have their hands free, it will be too late to run away! On the contrary, Israel, now we no longer have the surveillance conditions provided by the US satellites. I can We use the meteorological satellite rented to us by Russia for observation, but it has blind spots and blind hours and cannot provide real-time images. You have to wait.?. "The genius suddenly laughed when he said this. "Thanks to the strange paint that Daxiong sent back, I really don't have such a large anti-infrared camouflage fabric here! "
Damn it! Losing the advantages of modernization is a very uncomfortable thing for us spoiled children.
"I hope you brought the US military's combat logo, otherwise tens of thousands of US troops and mercenary troops will recognize the logo but not the people." The genius spoke like a joke. Fortunately, we all thought of his worries before setting off. At that time, we considered it because we were afraid of accidental damage by friendly forces, but now it has become a cover for our escape.
Without the help of a genius in the sky, when the satellite passed over Iraq again two hours later, the US government had already launched the first round of cruise missiles from an aircraft carrier in the Persian Gulf towards Iraq. At that time, the sky had begun to get brighter, but the bombing did not stop and continued for another hour and a half. From time to time, F-7 dropped ground-penetrating bombs on the Iraqi soldiers' air raid shelters, which disappeared until daylight.
"Guess whether Saddam's head was cut off in this decapitation operation?" We stayed in this smelly hut and did not dare to go out on the street. Although there were not many missiles allocated to Nasiriyah, we had been hit by it for many years. The experience of bombing has made the Iraqis skilled in the habit of avoiding. There was no one on the street. It was not until noon that there would be no missiles coming soon, and then people rushed out of their houses and went straight to various places. Stores were rushing to buy water and food to prepare for the war. Only then did they determine that the Americans were serious this time!
In March, the weather in Iraq has become hot and dry. Although the breeding rate of flies and mosquitoes is not as fast as that in Africa, it is not much worse. The dead people in the house have not yet decomposed, and the fishy smell attracts the little blowflies that have just hatched nearby. They came over and landed in dense masses on the blood pool on the bed sheets, layer upon layer, making people happy for their delicious taste.
Soldiers and guerrillas are still driving around in various vehicles on the streets, trying to give a good impression to reporters from various countries with cameras on the streets by chanting slogans and playing patriotic songs on the radio. Perhaps they are too focused on this. , they didn't bother to investigate the spies anymore, and they saved us people a lot of trouble in hiding.
Soldiers of different skin colors and clothing kept pouring into the city from outside the city. They got into various buildings with all 47s in their hands and never came out again. It seemed that they were going to fight with the US military in the street. Their wide distribution and high density make it easy for those of us to predict that the Americans will encounter a "bloody battle" after entering the city.
"Quite smart!" Mao Mao said, pointing to a row of T55 and T72 tanks that drove into a shop next to the street. Those people were boarding up the door again, and from the outside it looked like it was closed.
"Should we warn American soldiers?" After all, Amid defected to the US government, not us.
"No! The first batch of people who entered Nasiriya were definitely not the U.S. Army. They should be the 'rebellious armed forces' instigated by the U.S. Special Forces." In fact, we are talking about mercenaries under various names. No one interviews them exclusively. As long as they appear on TV wearing a headscarf, everyone will think they are Muslims.
"What should we do?" Amid said in embarrassment, looking at the fortifications and roadblocks set up at various intersections. "Our roads out of the city are all blocked."
"It doesn't matter!" the kitten said, looking at his watch. "It won't take long for the Americans to clear many roads for us. All we need is to wait and pray."
"What are you praying for?" Amed looked confused as the kitten looked at his watch from time to time.
"Pray that the bomb will not fall on our heads." The little cat said this and stopped making any sound, because there was an explosion in the south of the city. After a while, the explosion sounded from far to near. From the window, several "Cobra" helicopters could be seen blasting all the way along the Central Avenue on the west side. They did not return until they ran out of ammunition at the Nasiriyah Bridge. As soon as they raised the altitude and turned the nose, the RG7 rose up from the intersecting streets after a few rounds, and exploded when it reached a height of 500 meters.
Unfortunately, they didn't bomb anything, but the second batch of helicopters locked the shooter's position. After a burst of low-altitude bombing, the Iraqis lost several RGs and SM7s and were led to various high-altitude obstacles such as antennas and clothes drying racks. It killed civilians who were not hiding in their homes, but did not damage a single helicopter. These shooters were shattered to pieces by the third round of follow-up helicopter bombings.
After three rounds of cleaning, no RG shooter was willing to reveal his position. Several helicopters retreated after finding no valuable targets. After some time, at the end of the road, a group of soldiers wearing American combat uniforms appeared in M3 armored vehicles and Humvees. What was strange was that the tanks following them were not active MIs, but old-fashioned M03 tanks. But it looks different. The main gun is definitely not the original 05mm rifled gun, it looks more like a 20mm caliber. I'm not a tank soldier, so I can't tell which country's company improved the M03 experimental product for third world countries. I guess it'sI'll pull it over and fire a few shots before it's ready for sale.
In order to get a clearer view, we all went up to the second floor. Although the possibility of being hit by a stray bullet machine increased a lot, the view was much clearer. Looking through the telescope, I saw the soldiers approaching the street where the tanks were ambushed step by step. They couldn't help but become nervous, as if their brothers were in danger.
"Go out if you can!" Mao Mao made a "please" gesture. "You look like this. If you don't raise the white flag, you will be killed by the Americans, and if you raise the white flag, you will be killed by the Iraqis. Why don't you give yourself a shot in return?" Travel less."
"I" Amed said nothing. He was angry but had no confidence.
"Blast them! Blast them!" The butcher laughed from ear to ear, banging his fingers on the wall and shouting like a devil who encouraged others to commit crimes.
"Boom!" A gunshot answered his prayer. When the army passed by the door of Linshi's latest chapter where a tank was ambushed, the T72 hiding inside opened fire unexpectedly. The huge smoke and debris brought up by the shells completely covered the entire block. It turns out that we who were waiting to see the show saw nothing but a big yellow sand cover. Gunshots and screams came one after another in the thick yellow fog. Regular soldiers, militiamen and even civilians rushed into the thick fog with guns in hand. Every time they rushed in, there was a burst of thunder. When the gunfire subsided, some people were not afraid. He rushed in desperately. Someone climbed onto the roof and fired RG7 rocket launchers into the sand and fog from a high position. These people don't understand the principle of changing places after shooting. They usually stand there and reload after one round, and then they are overturned by the bullets and carried to the ground like a living target. If someone is in a really good position and fires two rounds without being killed by the machine, then the US troops on the ground will turn their guns and lift the roof into the sky.
As a result, mortars, rocket launchers and tanks that deviated from their tracks continued to fly through the thick fog, falling on the surrounding residential buildings and causing them to collapse. The Cobra helicopter flew over, and when it saw the overwhelming yellow fog, it couldn't tell the difference between the enemy and the enemy. It could only bombard the surrounding militia for a while, and then evacuated without solving any problems. The artillery fire that came in from outside the city was also because the two armies were too close to each other, so they could only bombard the outer perimeter very cautiously and then slowly shorten the journey. Dozens of artillery bombardments for half an hour had no effect.
After the seven personnel carriers evacuated under the cover of five tanks, the gunfire gradually stopped. The yellow fog dissipated, and more than a dozen Humvees were beaten to the ground. Four M3s and two M03s riddled with bullet holes were parked in the middle of the road and burning. The road leading to the Nasiriyah Bridge was filled with corpses. , all the shops on both sides of the road were blown up, and you can see that the T55 inside has no turret, and can do nothing but smoke. If you look carefully at the people who died on the road, there are still more Iraqis than in uniforms. However, nearly a quarter of the 300-man troops were knocked down before they could see how they fought. This is a huge loss for any army. Very scary.
"Do it! You can't see anything clearly!" The butcher risked being hit by a stray bullet and looked through the binoculars for a long time. He only saw cars driving in and out. He didn't see the scene of blood and flesh that he expected most, which made him disappointed. .
After they evacuated from the thick fog and had a visual distance, the American soldiers began to bombard the area where the firefight had just occurred. At this time, they no longer paid attention to the rules of the fire. One shot penetrated several houses, and the civilian soldiers exploded into the sky together. The large piece of red brick flew so lightly into our courtyard from a hundred meters away. The vibration when it landed on the ground pulled off the remaining half of the glass on the door.
The Iraqi soldiers on the bridgehead leveled the anti-aircraft guns, and the 23mm caliber high-explosive bomb penetrated the poor aluminum alloy armor of the M3 as easily as cutting butter. After the roof of the cockpit was torn off, the armored personnel carrier finally recognized the fact, and ignored the infantrymen who relied on him as a support. He ran at full speed and disappeared without a trace.
Waves of howitzers came in from outside the city, suppressing the artillery fire on the opposite side, but there was no way to eliminate the enemy. Those soldiers who had saved their lives took advantage of the firepower and rushed back to the pile of dead people to pull out the slightly intact bodies from the pile of dead people, drag them back to their own team, and then use tanks to block their buttocks, and they went back and forth where they came from.
That team of unknown origins seemed to be heading for the Nasiriyah Bridge, but they were busy from noon to evening, and they were not seen entering the center of Nasiriyah, let alone the bridge. It seemed that they underestimated the Iraqi army. Only half a battalion wanted to capture the main bridge in the city center. They really thought this was Gahnenstein.
This battle was also too exciting. All the stragglers around Nasiriya poured into the city. For a time, all roads were filled with soldiers raising guns and cheering. If we say this morning, there were five steps and one post and ten steps. , then now they are crowded with each other. The captain said that there was also a battle for the bridge on their side. The difference was that the US military won the victory there. Although it was not the main bridge, there was no problem in crossing the river.
"Hey! We are stuck here, and Cali Cruz is also stuck here." The butcher heard.The battle situation on the captain's side laughed.
"You can fish in troubled waters!" Mao Mao said, looking at the children cheering on the wreckage of the US military M3 armored vehicle on the street.
"Then let's wait until the water is really muddy and then go fishing!" The speed machine stood in the shadow of the window and looked into the distance. His eyes passed over several rooftops one by one. Following his gaze, you can find that there are A figure moved on the roof.
"How long will it take?" Amid looked worried as he watched his house being demolished in the distance. Now that his identity was leaked, if he was caught, the consequences would be worse than death, so he Now I feel more anxious to escape from here than we do.
At about 8 pm on March 2, Baghdad time, the US military launched a "shock and awe operation" against Iraq. Within a few hours, it took off thousands of fighter jets of various types, launched thousands of cruise missiles and a large number of precision-guided high-explosive missiles from the sea and air towards Iraq. The intensity of the bomb exceeded that of all the wars fought by the US military in the past ten years. Raindrops of cruise missiles and precision-guided missiles have fallen on the Iraqi capital Baghdad, the northern oil town of Mosul and Saddam's hometown of Tikrit. There were flashes of fire, explosions continued, and pillars of thick smoke rose into the sky.
Iraq¡¯s media system has long been destroyed by the US government. In order to psychologically break the Iraqis, TV and radio are full of reports from NATO and neighboring countries that are unfavorable to Iraq. Aircraft and missiles from each aircraft carrier group shuttled back and forth like a swarm of bees.
Nasiriyah, which has suffered a total power outage, is not dark at all. As the most important military town in Iraq, Nasiriya was naturally under the "care" of the NATO allies. The flames of the saturation bombing were as dazzling as the flashes of millions of cameras at the same time, and even the bright moon in the sky was reflected and turned yellow and gray. The high-altitude explosion's overwhelming steam waves blew away the light white fog left by the sandstorm over Nasiriya during the day.
The impact of the missiles that landed around our hiding spot rippled along the ground like water ripples, and even the houses with deep foundations swayed along with it. We all felt like we were on a sea ship rocking. The huge sound of the missiles exploding like raindrops and the dense anti-aircraft guns drowned out all the noises in the world. I couldn't even hear myself snap my fingers.
"This is called muddy water!" Several of us were extremely surprised by the United States' spending this time. Not to mention civilians, even those of us mercenaries who have been fighting for many years were a little worried about getting hit by this kind of bombing density.
Now is the time to fish, and a few of us took to the streets while everyone else was busy digging for oil. There was a moment of silence amid the ear-splitting missile attacks, and the sudden silence made the red city look even more strange. Dragging heavy steps towards the Nasiriyah Bridge, I saw a minivan and a dozen trucks lying across the road, all full of holes. Some are still burning, and some have become piles of deformed metal pieces.
On the road and in the ditch beside the road, I saw piles of corpses, all of which were Iraqi civilians. The corpse of a man was still burning, hissing and smoking, but what ignited his clothes was a pile of plastic bags next to him. Ashes of banknotes; three half-body corpses were piled up beside a huge crater not far away. They looked like a family of three from their short and short clothes. The father was wearing a white Arabic robe, the mother was wearing a black polka, and the little girl was wearing a beautiful orange and gold skirt. They fell on the little girl's body, trying to block her from the scythe of death, but the neat incisions showed that their fragile bodies did not block the sharp blade; in a car that was blown into two pieces, a father was pregnant with half of his head missing. There was a hanging bag tied inside, wrapping the bodies of a baby girl and a baby boy. One of the two children was badly burned, while the upper body of the other was still as pink as jade! These were Iraqi refugees who wanted to escape from the city to avoid US military aircraft and artillery fire, but unfortunately they did not escape at the right time.
"Walking through this hell on earth, breathing in the smell of burnt human flesh, I felt a soft and hollow feeling on the soles of my feet, and the psychedelic feeling gave me a familiar feeling of d¨¦j¨¤ vu. Am I high? I twisted the handle where I was holding the gun hard and it hurt!
"Boom!" A loud noise exploded in the air. The huge air wave threw the five of us off the ground and fell into a shop window by the roadside. The severe pain of bone bruises and the glass shards stuck into the palms of my hands hurt my body. The nerves are scraped out of the paste.
"Damn it!" Mao Mao yelled, causing everyone to turn around and look at her. A piece of glass cut a bloody wound on the bridge of her nose.
"Are you okay?" I moved over to check for her but she refused.
"Of course something happened! I'm disfigured!" The nosebleed covered half of the kitten's face, looking like he was wearing a dark red veil: "I feel like my nose is going to fall off! I don't want to be Michael Jackson." "The kitten has never shown fear of death, but now the panic in her eyes is scarier than when she stepped on a landmine in Chechnya.
"Don't move! Close your eyes." I pulled her into a dark corner, lifted up the tablecloth of the nearby coffee table to cover the two of us inside, and used the tactical flashlight under the pistol to inspect the wounds.Then rinse the wound with disinfectant water, gently press both sides of the nose with two fingers and push upward, squeeze the opened skin and flesh together, and then stick it with hemostatic tape.
"It's okay! It will be fine after microdermabrasion." I comforted her and looked at the length and depth of the wound, but she needed to find a good doctor for consultation.
"Hurry! It will be dawn in a while!" The butcher pointed out the window with an assault rifle loaded with ammunition. "There are not so many buildings in the suburbs. If we can't get there, we will be exposed to the gunfire from both sides. ¡±
"We need to get a car!" The speed machine pointed at a pickup truck approaching in the distance. It was equipped with an anti-aircraft mount and an MS machine gun, but there was no SU night vision sight. Two shooters were standing, one holding a gun and the other carrying an RG. In the car, he glanced blindly at the sky, not knowing who he wanted to hit in such a dark night.
"I'll do it!" Kitty scooped up the blood from his face and wiped it all over his face. Then he stood up and wrapped his golden hair with the tablecloth on his head. He threw the assault rifle to me and took out the glo2 from his pocket. Load it, stick it in your bra, nod to me and the speed machine, and then run screaming into the street when a bomb lands nearby. The speed machine and I stood in the dark of the window, holding the gun and aiming at the relatively conspicuous enemies on the street. However, the constant vibrations from the explosions made the loose floor beneath our feet shake constantly. The gun in the air could not be held steady, and it was placed on the table. Without cushioning, the jump will be harder than the hand.
"Butcher!" I waved to the butcher.
"Damn it!" The butcher sat helplessly in front of me and asked me to put the gun on his broad shoulders: "I hate doing this." With the elastic deltoid muscle as the fulcrum, the shaking of my body has a great influence on the shooting accuracy. The impact is relatively small.
Mao Mao ran towards the pickup truck that was about to start. The man holding the gun turned his gun and pointed it at her. However, when he saw that it was just a woman with blood on her face and she was in a frenzy, he lowered the gun again and waved at Mao Mao. He shouted twice, trying to drive her away.
The kitten kept rubbing its two bloody hands on its body and everything it could touch, looking like it was frightened by the blood. We saw this kind of people a lot on the battlefield, so the kitten imitated it very closely. , while screaming, he opened the window and kept slapping the cockpit door.
"I'll take care of the machine gunner, you deal with the RG. Fire!" I patted the butcher on the back, and he stretched out his hand to block his eyes to prevent gunpowder from splashing. The sound of a gun with a silencer is not that loud in this environment. The power of 338 medium-caliber heavy bullets is much more powerful than ordinary sniper bullets. The shooter holding the machine gun was hit in the head by my machine, and the Tianling Cap flew across the front of the car and fell on the hood. rg was hit in the neck by the speed machine, and the bullet penetrated the brainstem and took away the entire jaw. At the same time, the kitten next to the car took out the glo2 from the front of his head and fired several shots into the cockpit, and then entered his own car as if it were his own. He opened the door as naturally as he could, pulled the body out and sat in, then waved to us.
I quickly rushed through the deserted and wide streets with my gun in hand. The first thing I did after getting into the pickup truck was to peel off the Arab turban from the dead man's head and tie it around my head. The brains on the turban stuck to my face. , there is a lard paste feel when wiped off.
Amed and I stood in the carriage, holding the machine gun in one hand and holding the Arab headscarf on our heads with the other. The car roared and sped through the debris-strewn streets, like other vehicles fleeing for their lives.
"Long live Iraq!" I asked Amid to shout this every time I passed by someone, and the person on the other side only responded with the same answer, without having time to carefully examine our appearance. With this move, we crossed half the city without encountering any obstacles.
Until we met a group of masked Arabs traveling with us. These guys didn't respond to our slogans and just waved at us, but the mi-m assault rifle with a plastic stock in their hands caught my attention. That is the 47 produced in East Germany. It can be said to be the best product in the world series, even surpassing the original Soviet goods. The remaining people were holding Hungarian M3s with front grips. Several of the firemen were holding 47 rifles with plastic buffers installed on the butts and grenade launchers on the barrels, which clearly showed that we were from Poland. Produced m-g-0.
The sources of Iraq¡¯s weapons are mixed. It is common for a group of people to hold several weapons in their hands, but it is rare for everyone to hold products from NATO allies. Longqi was one of the aristocratic goods from East Germany, and the price was not something that Iraqi civilians could afford.
¡°We¡¯re in company!¡± I waved desperately to the guys who were getting closer and closer, and then at the same time warned my friends in the car. As soon as they approached us, I noticed something was wrong, and these people also noticed the night vision goggles on my sniper rifle behind me, and the muzzle of the gun was raised at the same time.
"Who is it?" The butcher turned around and looked through the rear glass window. After seeing the situation clearly, he said, "Maybe it's the NATO special operations force that infiltrated into Iraq."
"They also recognized us. Turn at the intersection ahead. If they still follow us, fuck them."?! "I then kept shouting slogans about my country and my country, which I learned from the Iraqi radio station.
"Sit tight!" After hearing this, the kitten turned around and almost threw the two of us off the car with a sharp turn. Looking back behind us, we saw that the two men in the car were not following us, and we breathed a sigh of relief. But before I could put my mind back to its original position, when I turned to the parallel road, I saw two BMs in the distance with a wooden pole blocking the road, and two zu-23 anti-aircraft guns surrounded by sandbags behind them. They were pointing at the sky and turning. They were guarding the entrance of a secondary civil bridge that was not wide. Many refugees walked or took cars through the narrow bridge to escape the bombed city.
After the slender muzzles of the two 23mm smoothbore guns on the opposite side were pressed down, someone walked out of the roadblock and waved to us.
"What should we do?" The kitten is the driver and cannot fight. The butcher is crowded in the back seat of this broken pickup truck. There is not even a window to extend the gun. Only the speed and slow machine can help us, but he is using ammunition now. There is no window. There is no way to penetrate the bm. This strange car that practices "iron head skill" can withstand the front armor of the 2.7 heavy machine gun. mine. The 338 armor-piercing bullet can do it, but the rate of fire is too slow to kill a few people in half a day, and one shot can blast the entire vehicle into the sky.
"Go slowly!" I pushed Amid beside me and said, "Aren't you from the Iraqi security department? Go and bluff them. If you can't fool them, try to lure people out of the armored vehicles." The car drove up to two vehicles. After the armored vehicle came to a stop, Amed jumped out of the vehicle and skillfully pointed at the defending soldiers, who quickly lowered the railing to signal us to pass. At this moment, the roar of a tank engine suddenly sounded in the distance, causing the guarding soldiers to rush out of the armored vehicles and hiding places with RG anti-tank missiles and enter the ambush position. But before they could stand firm, half the street was covered in the blink of an eye. It was razed to the ground, and bm was also blown horizontally several meters away by the powerful shock wave. Then, various light and heavy weapons began to fire from top to bottom, and all soldiers and civilians standing in sight became their targets. Of course, this includes Amid, and the instinct of years of training made Amid's first reaction still be to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Iraqi soldiers and fight back against the unknown armed forces on the roof.
Damn it! Our MS machine gun was unloaded from the tripod, and we jumped to the side of the pickup truck with an aluminum alloy magazine weighing twenty gold, using the body of the truck as a support to hide. The speed machine and the butcher were also stunned. They got out of the car from the left side first, put the gun on the roof of the car and aimed it at the opposite roof before cursing: "You can't choose when to strike? Do it!"
The kitten put on the reverse gear and just took two steps back. When Amed saw it, he actually fired and ran back. This, of course, attracted the attention of the unknown armed men on the roof over there, and several rifles turned their muzzles and fired at us. Unlike the cardboard boxes on TV that can block bullets, except for the engine and tires, the 47 bullets penetrated the Nissan car body without any problem. Sparks burst out of the metal baffle next to my face, and four or five bullets were penetrated in an instant. There was a burning smell coming from the hole, making people feel like the iron plate was burnt.
"F*ck!" The butcher didn't pay attention when he got into the car. Only now did he realize that the rear door was actually fixed to the frame with iron wires. He could only smash the car glass and climb out. Before he could get out of the car, Amid ran past him. A row of bullets raked over his head and feet, almost frightening him to death as he was stuck in the window frame. He quickly retracted his head and shouted to us: "Look, look silly." What are you doing? Fight back! Fuck you!"
"Do it!" I saw that the kitten was so frightened by the stray bullet that it shrank behind the instrument panel and did not dare to show its head. Knowing that there was no way to move forward or retreat, I had to fight. I rushed to the front of the car with my heavy machine gun, mounted the machine gun on the hood of the car and fired at the gunman hiding in the darkness on the roof.
The machine gun inherits the characteristics of strong, heavy and high recoil from Russian firearms, but its standard rate of fire is only 50rm, which is much lower than the 800rm of my commonly used h2, let alone the m34 of Daxiong, and now this gun is no longer known No matter how many rounds I fired, I never cleaned the gun. The dirt on the parts caused the rate of fire to drop a lot. The lukewarm fire suppression ability made it feel like it hadn't had enough to eat.
Maybe the rifle of the speed machine has a silencer that can cover up the muzzle flash. The other party's targets of counterattack are still mainly me and Amed. The butcher and the kitten are trapped in the car and can't get out. It is a slow ox cart and cannot suppress the firepower from the opposite side. Those guys must have night vision goggles, and their burst shooting was extremely accurate. Before they even fired two shots, they were hit hard by the opponent's rush fire and couldn't hold their heads up. The speed machine had no choice but to dig out R's 75-round drum magazine from the ammunition bag behind Amed's buttocks and insert it into his rifle, temporarily acting as a fireman.
"Reload!" I yelled after firing up the 200-round magazine, squatting down, picking up one of the shells on the floor, and inserting it into the air guide hole adjuster under the gas guide of the barrel without caring about the hot hand. Tightening it to the maximum, increasing the air volume and increasing the rate of fire will increase the wear of the receiver and operating parts and shorten the service life of the gun, but it doesn't matter so much now.
??Took out another 200-round ammunition box from the trunk, pressed the bullet chain and fired again. The advantage of high rate of fire was restored from the large reduction.You can feel it, and now the butcher and the kitten can finally get out of the carriage confidently. With the addition of two more guns for support, there were fewer unscheduled attacks from the opposite side, which also attracted the attention of the gunners who were originally fighting with the Iraqi soldiers. A rocket missed the front of the car, hit the shop behind and exploded, collapsing a large pile of dinner plates. Amed next to me screamed and sat on the ground. I heard his screams were so miserable that I almost laughed out loud when I looked back. I saw that this guy had several forks and spoons of different materials nailed to his butt and thighs.
"Hold it!" I gave the machine gun to the butcher, grabbed the sniper rifle from behind, pulled down the simple night vision device on my face, turned on the thermal sensor on the sight, and hid behind the flower wall facing the roof. The two red figures fired several shots, punching through the brick wall and knocking them to the ground.
"Flash!" The kitten beside him took out a light bomb and a shock bomb, screamed and threw it out. We stopped shooting and quickly put on the night vision goggles. There was a loud bang and a bright light flashed. The rhythmic attacks of the troops on the roof stopped for a moment. When the gunfire rang out again, it became chaotic. Several Iraqi soldiers who had gained a gap got into a BM whose troop transport cabin had been damaged by the bombing. They turned around and fired two shots at the row of houses with the still functioning 23mm cannon. Judging from the infrared display, except for the many red shadows that can be seen falling to the first floor with the collapsed roof and still moving, the rest is very ominous.
??Run! The pickup truck with its front face smashed was unusable, so we collected ammunition and rushed to the other side of the road on foot. After removing the tableware from his legs, Amed and Amed saw that no one showed any intention of helping him, so he lamely carried the ammunition box and the RG and followed behind the butcher step by step without shooting. Ammunition hand.
Although the sound of the tank engine was still ringing, we did not see the arrival of the tank troops until we escaped from the firefight.
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