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Ambassador Joyce is very happy. He has been in high spirits recently. It is the most brilliant moment in his career.

Eastern Europe has collapsed, and the Soviet Union is almost over. Their power is rapidly retreating back to the country. The authority of the Western group has now expanded to a height that is so-called.

He originally thought that Arab countries would continue to prevent US troops from entering as before.

But Iraq and Saddam scared the Middle Eastern countries in the Gulf to death. They actually took the initiative to propose to the United States to let the US military intervene!

Americans have never been as glorious as they are now!

The Middle East has always been the sphere of influence of the British. Although it has been difficult for Britain to fight independently since the Soviets came and dragged the Americans in. However, the entry of the US military has always been firmly opposed by the Arabs.

As a result, Saddam just threatened and transferred his troops to the Iko border. He scared all the Arab countries and urgently asked the United States for help!

By the way, not all Arab countries, and Jordan, insist on supporting Iraq!

But it is insignificant, so just object. What can it do when it controls the entire Middle East?

As for whether Iraq dares to take action, Joyce has absolute confidence.

Saddam lost the support of the Soviet Union. If he lost the support of the United States, could it survive? Just pick on Kurdish separatists and dismember the country!

Joyce was a little regretful. Although it was a glorious mission to welcome the entry of the US military in Saudi Arabia, he hoped to stay in Baghdad, so that he could instigate Saddam to threaten his neighbors, to alienate the unity of Arab countries, so that the American territorial forces could stay in this land soaked by oil for a long time!

He poured himself a glass of red wine proudly, and looked at the red wine that was as red as blood, and suddenly felt shocked. What should he do if Saddam was stunned by victory and really launched an attack on Kuwait...

That. Will it be a greater opportunity for the United States...

"Look! Those Chinese. What are they doing?" Captain Slutter suddenly shouted.

A group of conspirators who were drinking and chatting surrounded him and looked at the strange actions of the Chinese on TV.

Because Joyce's level is not enough, the military scale this time is not very significant. What they mobilized was an old-fashioned military reconnaissance satellite of the US military, with an optical recognition rate of only one meter.

Moreover, this reconnaissance satellite is a low-Earth orbit satellite. Because it is only hundreds of kilometers away from the ground, it will circle the earth dozens of times in a day. Each time, it can only stay over the Middle East for a few minutes, and the next time it reaches over the Middle East, it will be half an hour later.

This time, the satellite was in the air. It has been more than two minutes since they ordered an attack and the satellite will soon be transferred from this area to another place.

On the TV screen, the resolution was limited, and they could only see gray spots, running quickly towards a mountain wall from the high ground on both sides of their defense. Then, everyone gathered together and didn't know what they were doing.

Joyce couldn't understand the picture like a heavenly book. He pointed to the satellite and watched the image. He asked Captain Slutter: "What are they doing? Is there any good thing? Or did they resist and decided to commit suicide after giving up. Just like those Japanese, it's...it's called caesarean section..."

Johnson knew a little more about China's situation than Joyce, correcting it: "No! Caesarean section is the thing that the Japanese like to do the most. The Chinese never do this. They like to die with the enemy. I suspect that there are a lot of explosives there. They are going to wait until the commando rushed over, detonate the explosives and drag our local people to bury them together!"

The resolution is too low, and it is viewed from the top of your head. It is difficult to tell what the Chinese are doing.

Slut was a little confused. He saw that there seemed to be some black spots in the middle of the crowd. However, in the one-meter-long camera, this was no different from dust.

He quickly called a satellite photo recognition expert to analyze and analyze the images of these extra black spots.

The US military has accumulated a lot of experience in using high-altitude photo reconnaissance for decades. Among their staff, there is a group of technical officers who are specifically responsible for studying various high-altitude photos, identifying certain images, and finding valuable information.

Photo recognition expert, immediately enter the satellite image and enter the computer. Through the software, enlarge the image line.

All their work is to find out the outline rules in these blurred spots, judge their shapes, and guess what object they are. Unfortunately, if the photo is enlarged, its basic particles are also in units of meters. In the computer, the small squares formed in them are impossible to identify at all.

Identifying experts is not a depressed situation, they have encountered too many such situations!

When the hardware is not working, the software can help!

They use software to filter the radiant effects around the blocks and then reshape the appearance. Using software, small blocks become a blurred figure.

Several photo recognition experts discussed and reported to Captain Slutter: "Due to the resolution limitation of satellite photos, we can only do this at this point. Through our judgment, this should be a weapon. It is very likely that it is a light weapon used for individual combat. Its length should be about one meter, but it cannot be judged by its specific shape, so it is difficult to guess which weapon it belongs to. But according to common sense, this should be a gun!"

"Gun!" In the house, people who didn't understand the previous technical terms very well, but they could hear the final conclusion clearly.

All of a sudden, everyone in the land stood up.

All the red wine in Joyce's hand spilled onto the sofa. He opened his eyes wide and scolded Ak angrily: "Didn't you say they don't have weapons? Why did guns appear? Are you all the CIA? "

Captain Slutter beat him hard: "It's too late to say this at this time. Tell the commandos quickly! They don't know that the other party has a gun! If you plunge in like this, you will probably suffer a great loss!"

The image on the TV screen turned black and satellite, and it moved to another area.

Raza Apudul Zawahiri is an old soldier. He has participated in the Afghan jihad since 1980. After more than ten years of war, he went from a young boy of sixteen to a strong man of twenty-seven. He also went from an ordinary guerrilla to a leader of this guerrilla team of more than 80 people.

The war in Afghanistan was over, and he did not put down his gun.

Apart from killing people, they don't know what else they can do.

He led the team members to stay in the American training camp and conduct military training as usual every day. Americans always have a job to hand over to them. Follow the Americans and their future will be guaranteed.

It’s nothing more than killing people. As for whom they want to kill, they don’t care!

After fighting for more than ten years, all the soldiers under his command were veterans. All the passionate newcomers died on the battlefield.

On the way forward, although the US liaison officer urged them to be faster, Laza still asked his subordinates to slow down as much as possible. What he asked for was not only a victory, a bounty, but also the lives of these subordinates who could fight. They were the place where he would protect his future wealth.

Even so, their advancement speed is still very fast.

On the other end of the valley, fierce gunfire was heard. The US military adviser on the other end had led people to block the Chinese people's retreat!

He heard what came from the valley, and the Chinese shouted in panic, and then the roar of the engine was heading towards them. The Chinese wanted to escape from their direction!

Laza smiled contemptuously. When he fought with the Soviets, no Soviet could escape from his men!

He ordered his men to hide.

Laza listened for a while. The Chinese really had no weapons, so they could only run around in a panic in the valley. But they didn't fire a single shot.

The first Saudi heavy military truck rushed out of the valley.

Laza made a gesture, and the first shot was to smash the windshield of the vehicle to pieces. He could see that the Chinese man suddenly leaned forward and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Then, countless bullets shot on him, hitting him like a doll, jumping constantly in the cab.

He likes this scenario very much.

Seeing the blood and dyeing everything red, he felt a sense of excitement of destruction in his heart!

The truck finally exploded, and the flames formed by the gasoline explosion mixed with black smoke rose into the air, like flowers blooming for them!

Laza screamed wildly and led his men to rush forward quickly.

The Chinese have no weapons. Then kill them all! Don’t let one go!

Before approaching the high ground, he heard the Chinese shouts from the valley. They actually gave up the surrounding high ground and concentrated at the bottom of the valley! These stupid Chinese people gathered together, just in time for us to start a massacre!

The US military adviser behind gasped and greeted the team members excitedly and rushed to the high ground quickly.

Laza stopped. He didn't like someone to command his guerrillas casually. This is his subordinate and his private army. Even Americans cannot deprive him of command.

He decided to discuss this issue with the other party.

As he walked towards the US military adviser, he heard the sound of bullets flying in his ears. Before he could understand, he saw the US military adviser who was still waving his pistol, his head suddenly exploded, half of his skull, with a lot of blood, flew back.

The US military adviser was left with only the lower half of the gums, and his white teeth were covered with his own blood. Before his heart could stop beating, he was mercury on his head, so the blood splattered upward from his throat like a fountain, splashing on Laza's face and body.

His body continued to stand upright for a moment, then fell down on his back and flew out with the skull, the bloodline formed by the ground connected to the most standard battlefield corpse!

Laza's mind was a little blank. The first thing he thought of was not the enemy's counterattack. It was who was firing at his own people!

However, the answer to this question was soon revealed, and gunfire sounded from the high ground, and the soldiers beside him, one after another, suddenly fell to the ground, and sprouted bright red from their backs and chests.

"Princeton, Princeton, don't rush to attack, the Chinese have weapons. The Chinese have weapons! You can immediately scatter and reorganize the attack!

On the ground, the sound of a telephone came from the body of the US military consultant.

Laza suddenly burst into laughter.

The Chinese have weapons, but you only know that the Chinese have weapons! Now we have all rushed to this position. Without any cover around, can we still retreat?

He stepped on the phone near the dead body into pieces!

Laza fucked the ak47 in his hand and poured flames into the high ground. He loudly ordered his men, rushed forward and rushed to the high ground!

The Chinese did not have many weapons, and in their direction, only about twenty automatic rifles were concentrated. Although their attacks were very sudden and they knocked down more than ten soldiers under him in an instant, he still had about forty people!

At this time, only by rushing up, occupying the terrain and shooting with the opponent can we ensure that we will not be defeated.

A black circular object flew down from the high ground and fell in the direction of Laza.

Grenade!

Laza subconsciously threw herself to the ground, holding her head with both hands.

A big wave of heat came from behind him. Then many small things were felt and penetrated into his left leg. A severe pain made him scream. The dead branches of the grass on the ground burned, igniting his pants.

Laza rolled on the ground in pain.

His left leg was penetrated by at least ten steel balls, and some penetrated his thighs. He flew out from the other side and drilled into the soil. Some of them hit the upper leg bones, storming the calf muscles, and shattering the large area of ​​muscle tendons and tendons to pieces!

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen grenades were thrown down the high ground like raindrops.

Those soldiers who were still trying to charge were blown up high, with broken flesh and blood splashed everywhere.

"Show back! Show back!" Laza yelled loudly as he breathed a sigh of relief.

The Chinese have no weapons!

**His whole family!

If they are called without weapons, then what is called having weapons? Could it be that the Chinese people are driving tanks and helicopters to crush all of us into powder? This is called having weapons!

He struggled to get up from the ground, and several warriors fell down within a few meters around them! Their bodies were covered with holes formed by steel beads, and blood penetrated out, and red dots on their clothes were dyed one by one - fatal red dots!
To be continued...