.In the chaotic Afghanistan, almost every civilian knows a little bit about how to use and make homemade weapons. These are also basic skills for self-protection.

Since the "Knight" joined them, a sword has eliminated many enemies for them and also saved them a lot of weapons and ammunition.

Today's wars are almost dominated by semi-automatic and automatic weapons. The firepower is fierce and the killing efficiency is not the same as that of the original single-shot rifles.

However, the consumption of ammunition has increased exponentially, and logistics and ammunition reserves have also faced great challenges.

Now, because of Lin Mo, the migrants still have a large amount of ammunition on their hands, which has become the greatest confidence for the mercenary leader Aibike. The large amount of ammunition originally reserved for fighting on the migration road is now enough to deal with one or two small-scale battles.

war.

As long as he persists in this battle, Aibik will no longer be a mercenary leader, but can call himself the Gem Valley Guard, gain the full support of thousands of civilians, and have a stable supply of resources and soldiers.

There are people with money and guns, and people with territory. They are no longer wandering mercenaries, but a small warlord with their own territory.

Two Patan young men huddled on the top of the mountain and climbed hard along the mountain ridge to gain a better view by occupying the commanding heights.

"Where are these guys? Will they stop coming? Oops!"

A young man wearing a gray turban slipped and almost fell down the mountain. Fortunately, another companion had quick eyesight and quick hands to catch him in time, preventing tragedy.

"Careful, idiot!"

The young man who reached out to grab his companion was wearing a khaki American-style steel helmet, and he pulled his companion onto a slightly flatter boulder.

"I almost died, thank you, Larry!"

The frightened young man with a gray turban patted his chest and looked at the rocky hillside. If he fell, he would probably not even be able to find the human form.

"Thank you. We can't just die casually. Even if we die, we have to fight to death. If we just fall to death here, God will not accept us."

Larry, who was wearing a helmet, raised his binoculars and began to observe the surroundings on a routine basis.

Almost every reconnaissance team that can be dispatched is issued a telescope, some made in Russia and some made in the United States. Basically, they are IWC brands and miscellaneous ones, all left behind by foreign troops in Afghanistan.

There are also some imported from outside, but they are not something that small mercenaries like them can get.

"Yes, yes, do you want some water?" The young man in the gray turban was full of gratitude. This was a life-saving grace. He took out the kettle and handed it to Larry.

"No, no, I don't need it, Hafar, guess what I saw?"

Larry held the telescope and suddenly seemed to be under a spell, looking sharply in a certain direction while still adjusting the focus with his hand.

"What? An Arab dancer doing belly dancing?" The young man in a gray headscarf, known as Hafar, saw that the other party didn't want it, so he simply took a swig of it himself.

"What nonsense are you talking about! If there were dancers, who would it be your turn? With your appearance, women would probably hide as far away as possible." Larry put down the telescope, put it into Halfar's hand, and patted it.

With his gray turban, he pointed in a direction and said, "See for yourself!"

To be honest, Hafar, who is wearing a white turban, does not look very good, with a straight face, unibrow, fish eyes, hooked nose, and mean lips.

To be honest, it would be fine if he looked like this. He just had a yellow patch and a white patch on his face, as if he had a skin disease. There was also a big wart that had stopped working, and his whole body was also bloated. A few hundred years ago,

After all, he looks like a Mr. Bai.

"Is there really a dancer? It's really a gift from Allah! Thank you Allah!" Hafar didn't understand what it meant at all. He took it seriously and said to himself, while following the direction Larry pointed and pointing the telescope

He turned to his face, and just took a look, he was suddenly startled, his face changed drastically, he quickly put down the telescope, and shouted as if he was frightened: "Quick, inform the camp, the enemies are coming, okay, there are many!"

"

In the sight of the telescope, he saw a large amount of sand and dust, indicating that large troops were marching. He even saw a long convoy of personnel carriers and infantrymen marching on foot.

Not sure.

Looking at the number and the movement of the march, there must be at least several hundred people.

"Idiot! Why are you panicking? They are still far away. They will probably have to camp down at night. They can't launch an attack right away." Larry had already picked up the walkie-talkie at this time, and calmly put up the antenna and adjusted it.

Signal and power.

"Hey! Hey! This is Caliphate No. 2. This is Caliphate No. 2. Can you hear me?"

There was a short signal noise, and a response came from a woman's voice. It seemed that there were not enough manpower, and even women were assigned some non-combat positions. The woman's voice was a little stammering, "This, this is...

...Uh, wait a minute.”

The woman's voice suddenly became fainter, but it could be vaguely heard. Her voice seemed to be asking others for confirmation.

"Is our place Gem Valley? Is that what we call it? Gem Valley? That's right? Okay, I understand, thank you. I thought it was the original Morizas Village!"

Larry's expression was extremely strange. This woman was definitely a novice. She couldn't even figure out her own communication code. Civilians were civilians and didn't know the discipline of fighting at all.

There was an inexplicable buzzing from the walkie-talkie, and I didn't know what was going on on the other end. Fortunately, a woman's voice came through again. She was still a little nervous, but much better than before, but her tone was a bit out of tune and sounded weird.

"This is Gem Valley, ha, ha, what's going on?"

Larry didn't even know what expression he should make. Non-professionals were non-professionals. This was the result of rushing to sell something. It was really tiring to say the last sentence.

He still couldn't get angry with the woman, so he could only shrug and said helplessly: "I am Caliph No. 2, remember clearly, Khalifa No. 1, yes, okay! I have an important one.

Report the news to Aibi, take note of it, this is very important news, you'd better take a note and take a note."

"Sorry, wait a minute. I'm looking for a pen. Uh, I can't read. I'm going to ask someone nearby to help me memorize it. Um, it'll be done soon."

The voice coming from the other end made Larry speechless. The young man from Hafar, who was still nervous about the enemy situation, turned his head in confusion. He was counting the strength of the opponent, although it was far away and still separated.

There are many obstacles, but they are getting closer and closer.

"A rookie! Oh my God, where did they find it? He's not even literate. An illiterate rookie is actually assigned to such an important position. Is manpower really so tight?"

Larry spread his hands and expressed his helplessness. Although the equipment problem has been solved, there are still artificial communication barriers. This is not his fault.

"Is she a woman? Hi, this is really good news. You should take this opportunity to chat with her more. I think you should be able to add another wife. If you don't need it, let me give it to you. I am very

I'm happy to help you solve it, at least I'm still single, right?"

Haffar was teasing the other person, and Larry, who had always been smart and capable, was very happy to express his schadenfreude when he encountered such a frustrating situation.

"Shut up! You need to reconnoiter the opponent's troops first. The more detailed the better. If they find you, you have to be the first to rush up and block the holes."

The furious Larry wanted to give this idiot a walkie-talkie. No wonder this guy is still single. Who would marry his daughter to this guy? Isn't it obvious that he will suffer the consequences?

"Okay, Caliph 2, this is Gem Valley, I'm ready, come on." The voice came from the intercom again. It was obviously another person, but the voice looked more like a child, a woman, and

It's a child, and the communication station has almost become a shelter for women and children.

In order to deal with the incoming army in Gemstone Valley, almost everyone came in handy, regardless of gender, old or young, as long as they could be used, all the people who could be used were put on the job after a rough training. There was no time at all.

Regardless of whether you are professional or not, it is already good if you can understand switching equipment.

Fortunately, the child on the other end of the intercom was courageous and spoke calmly, which reassured Larry a little. The military situation was urgent, so he did not bother to complain and said immediately: "I am Caliphate No. 2. Listen, kid.

My position is about 21 kilometers due south of the mountain pass. I found a team. It is estimated that there are nearly 700 people and more than 20 cars. This is what has been detected so far. Kid, please repeat it to me.

Once again.”

"Twenty-one kilometers south of the mountain pass, seven hundred people, and more than twenty cars, right? Uncle Caliph No. 2!"

"Very good, smart kid, I will continue..." The child's reply finally made Larry feel reassured that there was finally someone who could do something serious. He was about to praise him a few more times, but suddenly a bullet came flying.

, directly broke the antenna that was as long as an arm and as thick as a pen.

"Be careful, sniper!" Hafar reacted immediately and threw Larry down.

Obviously, these two top soldiers were discovered, and they fired a shot to announce the presence of others.

"Damn, he's a sharpshooter!" Larry didn't bother to continue talking, and hurriedly dragged the walkie-talkie and the interrupted antenna. The shot just now almost scared him out of his mind. As long as he went down ten centimeters,

You can just blow off his forehead.

"Let's retreat quickly! Larry, we can't stay here any longer." Hafar looked angrily at the direction where the bullets were flying. He didn't dare to look more, and quickly lowered his head. He didn't know where the sniper was, but with their

Two shots of AK are almost like being targeted. Staying here for one more minute will make it even more dangerous.
Chapter completed!