Real war and war in movies and TV dramas are completely different things. In movies and TV dramas, the protagonists are often invulnerable and have endless bullets. Even if they hit one or two bullets, they will not affect their actions. After a while, the blood trough will return to their original state. The enemy is like a brainless NPC and can kill more than a dozen. In fact, in real wars, they basically cannot see the enemy. They just fire in the general direction. What kills the enemy is not precise shooting, but heavy weapons such as mortars and bazooka. Soldiers spend most of their time concealing, transferring and observing, rather than firing.

Fu Ping'an was a person who had experienced war. Sa Zhiyuan and Deng He had never fought a close-killing land war, but had practical experience in naval battles. Knowing the cruelty of war, taking rash actions would only lead to death. They had to wait for the opportunity.

The hostages were in the hall of the palace, with hundreds of people gathered in a space of 1,200 square meters, and were ordered to squat down. These guests were all pampered politicians and nobles, with an average age of over 50 years old. Some of them also had heart disease, diabetes, etc. They squat on the ground for a long time and were frightened, and they even denied their lives. After the initial panic, someone raised his hand to ask to go to the bathroom. The terrorists actually agreed. It can be seen that they did not regard these people as a threat.

Fu Ping'an secretly observed the environment and the enemy situation. The hall had four passages, gates, back doors, entrances to the corridors on both sides, and up and down stairs. All the entrances and exits were guarded by gunmen. Four men and women wearing first aid clothes and masks, as well as three men wearing waiters' costumes. The weapons were mainly mp5k submachine guns, which could afford this expensive German precision weapon. It can be seen that the people behind the terrorists have strong financial resources.

The person who was allowed to go to the bathroom was stopped as soon as he came out. The terrorist in the waiter's uniform searched him. He didn't find anything, so he took off the gold watch on his wrist and stroked the ring on his hand. Another man in the first aid suit stepped forward and punched him without any warning, knocking the "awaiter" to the ground, and then ordered him to return the gold watch and ring to the old man.

It seems that terrorists are not strictly organized groups. Only like-minded groups have combat effectiveness. These people are of varying quality and are mixed together temporarily, so it is difficult to unite when fighting.

Immediately afterwards, the man in first aid suit pulled down his mask, took out a stainless steel wine pot and took a sip. Fu Ping'an saw his face and his heart twitched. The last time he saw this person was in the tunnel on Island 374.

This is a seal, or a former seal.

Captain Danny Locke withdrew from active service after the Battle of 374 Island. He suffered from severe PTTSD. Later, he worked in the CIA for a period of time in the internal intelligence analysis. He was finally fired for alcoholism and drug abuse. He had no pension or unemployment benefits. He lived in pain all day. He got married once and soon divorced. He found several jobs one after another, but they could not continue in less than three months. After thinking about it, he felt that his destination was on the battlefield, and perhaps life was collected by a bullet.

This job was introduced by a former CIA colleague. I don’t know who the employer is. The task is very simple, just like a joke. However, Captain Locke was very serious and formulated seven or eight versions of the plan before the action. Of course, none of them were adopted because he was not the protagonist, but others were.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the terrorists were not very strict in their care. They seemed to have no intention of killing people to establish their authority. More hostages proposed to go to the bathroom and have dinner. There was an elderly man with a sudden heart disease going to the hospital. Captain Locke became irritated and swept his way to the sky. So the world calmed down. He waved his hand and asked the heart disease patient and his family to get out.

The terrorists actually released the hostages. This is too kind. And more than an hour has passed, and no military and police arrived at the scene, no negotiations, and no sky-high ransom. What exactly do these people want to do?

The answer was soon found. Gunshots suddenly sounded outside. The terrorists left three people to take the hostages, and the others rushed out to fight. The hostages were happy and worried. They were happy that the government military and police finally came to rescue them. The worried that the terrorists were anxious and could not be guaranteed to kill the hostages to vent their anger.

Fu Ping'an was waiting for this opportunity. He glanced at the same time. Five people stood up and fired. Three terrorists had no time to react and were killed on the spot. The hostages became turbulent. Fu Ping'an shouted loudly that everyone should not panic and not get up to prevent stray bullets from being injured by accident. He picked up a charge and took off the magazine bag on the body of the dead, took out the magazine, pulled out the new magazine and loaded it. In an instant, he found something was wrong. The magazine was actually filled with empty magazines. Then check the other magazines, and the live ammunition and empty magazines were halfway.

There was still a fire outside, and it was vaguely seen that the military and police were moving towards the palace, but the young and white men dressed in casual clothes, who were definitely mercenary-style. As far as Fu Ping'an knew, Matteo did not hire white Western soldiers on a large scale. These people had suspicious origins, and with empty bullets, the truth was about to emerge. They were acting, but the performance was too realistic, and a terrorist skull was lifted up by the bullets.

Captain Locke originally thought it was an act, but after the battle started, he asked his subordinates to put on magazines containing empty packs of bullets, but after the fire broke out, he found that the other party was using live ammunition and caught them off guard. Poor brothers, basically all the veterans he recruited from the United States, were poor and sick, just to make some quick money, but they were shamelessly betrayed by their employer.

In the hall, the hostages finally couldn't help but fled in all directions. Fu Ping'an said hello in advance and quickly gathered his compatriots. Ambassadors, Yang Qihang, Liu Fengzheng, Pan Xiaoyang and others followed these guns to escape? When the crisis came, no matter how difficult it was to deal with it, they became obedient and followed Fu Ping'an obediently.

There were two bulletproof vests in Mu Lan's bag. Fu Ping'an asked Mu Lan to put one on and took one by himself. Everyone thought he wanted to put it on himself. The bulletproof vest belonged to someone else, and they rushed forward with a gun. It was natural to strengthen protection, but Fu Ping'an threw the bulletproof vest to Luo Jin, and without saying much, he took the lead in walking downstairs.

Luo Jin was not pretentious, and quickly put on a bulletproof vest and followed the brigade with a gun. No one asked Fu Ping'an why he wanted to walk down, anyway, he would just follow him.

Fu Ping'an did not dare to rush out, there was a gunfight outside, and the white mercenaries had doubts about their identities. The enemy's enemies may not be friends, and those outside might be worse.

He went to the underground arsenal. When he came to the palace for the first time, Matteo Ci took them to visit the arsenal, where hundreds of weapons from the 17th century were stored, ranging from flintlock guns to modern automatic rifles. The iron gate was strong and comparable to a bank vault. Fu Ping'an guessed that this was not only an arsenal, but also a possible connection to Matteo Ci's underground command post, just like there would be a shelter underground in the White House.

After passing through the long corridor, the gate of the arsenal was in front of it. Fu Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the ancient copper lock on the door. Fortunately, there was no modern modification. If he installed a password lock, fingerprint lock, iris lock, it would be troublesome. He raised his hand and shot off the copper lock, pushed open the door, and asked Mu Lan to take everyone in. He and Sa Zhiyuan stayed behind the hall outside the door.

The gunshot was approaching, and an injured man stumbled and ran down, wearing a light green first aid suit. Sa Zhiyuan raised his gun and shot it. The distance was too far, and his shooting skills were too smelly and he failed to hit it. The man rolled and crawled back.

Danny Locke would never have thought that his death would be in the cellar of the royal palace in Southeast Asia. He originally thought he would die as a soldier in Iraq, Syria, Afghanistan, or a corner of Northeast Asia. But now he can only be killed as a shameful mercenary as a shameful mercenary. He was shot twice, and he couldn't stop bleeding, and he couldn't lift his right arm, and he shot his head with his left hand. Now he was attacked on both sides and there were not many bullets. He withdrew a bullet and fired in the direction of the enemy. After the pistol was empty, he filled the last bullet into the barrel of the gun, returned it, stuffed the hot muzzle into his mouth, and closed his eyes. In this way, there would be no injuries on his face, but there would be a big hole in the back of his head.

Suddenly, a man appeared in front of him, followed by a powerful force. Captain Locke was kicked on the cheek and the gun was kicked away. The man grabbed his collar and dragged it on the ground, holding a submachine gun in one hand. Soon another person came to help, dragging the dead dog together to drag him into a room, and closed the heavy door.

The arsenal was chaotic, with all kinds of precious armor, swords, swords, axes and halberds overturned to the ground, the glass windows were smashed open, and the firearms could be used were taken out, but only guns were not bullets, and even the most advanced guns were fire sticks. The pursuers had already arrived, and the bullets hit the steel gate with a loud bang.

Fu Ping'an asked Luo Jin to stop the bleeding from Locke. Soldiers usually asked first aid. Luo Jin also talked nonsense and bandaged Locke's skirt in private.

"Why save him?" Sa Zhiyuan said.

"Save him as a witness and accuse Lloyd internationally." At this time, Fu Ping'an had already guessed who the pursuers were. He could quickly assemble into a large-scale white armed organization in Xingmatai, and there was no one else except Lloyd.

Mu Lan searched in the arsenal and found no secret mechanisms or any communication tools such as radio stations.

The phone still had no signal, but Luo Jin found a walkie-talkie from Locke. This was not an ordinary civilian band walkie-talkie, but a military mobile phone.

"I can contact the army with this, but I need to call in the open space." Luo Jin yang Yang the walkie-talkie.

She is a communications soldier. When she encounters problems, she will definitely think of what she can do in her major. She also believes that Xu Nan has a close relationship with her. Now she will turn on the radio and monitor communications in various bands.

How can we break through the blockade? At least a dozen guns outside are aiming, but these few people cannot kill them at all.

Suddenly the ambassador spoke: "I suggest that the people outside may be here to rescue us."

Fu Ping'an said: "When Matteo C died, we will no longer have friends. Whether those outside were Lloyd's security guards, Marquez's mercenaries, rebellious military and police, or other people, they are all enemies. They will kill us and frame this person."

The ambassador stopped talking.

Captain Locke looked at Fu Ping'an. The Asian faces were almost the same, but he was too impressed by this face. In a bloody battle six years ago, he lost all his comrades. This face changed from tenderness and youth to a sure and heroic spirit, but the firmness in his eyebrows and eyes did not change.

To be fair, he did not hate this person because it was a secret battle between countries. The other party was not a vicious criminal or a despicable extreme terrorist. Like himself, they were all soldiers. Killing enemies on the battlefield was a natural duty, without being mixed with personal grudges. If he had the chance, he still wanted to kill this person so that his PTTSD would be relieved, and he had the reason to go back to Tokyo to drink the bottle of whiskey that had been stored for six years.

"Give me a gun, I'll help you." Locke gasped.

"Tie him up." Fu Ping'an was not grateful. He could not do such unreliable things even if he saw too many scenes in the movie. He gave the gun to his enemy.

Gunshots came out again, and a grenade was thrown over, almost blowing up the door. The explosion made everyone tinnitus. With such a strong attack, the door would probably not last long. Fu Ping'an's eyes fell on a bronze cannon, which was the m1841 type six-pound cannon collected by Matteo Ci, known as the Little Napoleon cannon, the king of the battlefield in the 19th century.

He remembered the past when he used anti-aircraft guns to shoot seals in tunnel 374, so why not repeat it?

The Napoleon cannon collected by Matteo Ci is a full-cannon combination, with a trailer, ammunition box and all accessories. The shells are piled into the shape of a small pyramid, and the launching medicine is complete. Fu Ping'an picked a shrapnel.

They didn't know what was happening outside, and if they knew it, they would be furious.

In front of the gate of the palace, bbc reporters were broadcasting the live broadcast. Originally, their news team was broadcasting the wedding live, but now they have become the best war correspondent. A serious male reporter said to the camera: "There has been a serious terrorist attack and assassination in Xingmatai. According to reliable information, the prime minister has been killed in an attack. Now the whole country has entered a state of turmoil. There are explosions and guns everywhere. The palace has also been occupied by unknown armed personnel. Fortunately, some Lloyd's employees are on vacation here. They received a call for help from the hostages who escaped from the palace. They quickly borrowed guns from a gun shop and launched a rescue operation. The current progress is that most of the hostages were rescued, and some hostages were taken into the depths of the palace..."

Suddenly, a loud noise came. The reporter was so scared that he squatted on the ground. The camera shook violently for a few times. He followed the reporter to continue reporting: "I heard the explosion just now, and the casualties are still unclear."

The real situation was that there were heavy casualties. The bronze cannons of the 19th century roared again, and with shrapnel, it was powerful in a narrow space. Lloyd security guards were all huddled around the corner. The thin walls of tropical buildings could not resist the shells at all. Seven or eight people were knocked away on the spot. The others were scared and retreated in a hurry, not daring to get close.

After the bronze cannon was fired, the process was to clean the cannon chamber, cool the cannon chamber, and continue to load and launch. There was a brush hook in the attachment. In order to evaporate as soon as possible on the battlefield in the 19th century, vinegar was used to cool it. Now, let alone vinegar, there was no water. Fu Ping'an said: "Perfect, ladies, please turn around." Then he took out a long sponge and ordered Sa Zhiyuan: "Peat toward this."

Sa Zhiyuan was also unambiguous. He urinated when he untied his pants. The long sponge soaked in urine was pushed into the cannon chamber to cool down and clean. The liquid came into contact with the high-temperature metal and a faint smell filled the sound.

"Sa Junmen, you're a little angry." Fu Ping'an still had leisure and joking.

This boy really has the destiny of a general. Yang Qihang secretly praised him. It would be great if he was not the culprit of framing his nephew.

"What should I do now? You can't wait to die here." Liu Fengzheng couldn't help asking.

"Get out." Fu Ping'an said, "Blast out a way with cannons."

"Where can you go? Those who are living people will hide." Liu Feng said righteously.

"It's not about bombing out, it's about bombing inward." Fu Ping'an pointed to the wall inside the arsenal and said, "Throw the wall through, you can go to the garage by passing several houses. If I remember correctly, there are bulletproof cars in the garage, so you can drive out."

He did it as soon as he said, and the second shell was loaded. Everyone squatted on the ground to cover their ears. Fu Ping'an pulled the cannon rope and the live ammunition made a hole as big as a bowl on the wall. Sa Zhiyuan picked up a Persian-style axe from the 17th century and cut it all around, opening the hole a little bigger, but he didn't see the next room, but only saw a hidden elevator shaft.

No one is fully familiar with this 200-year-old palace. In order to avoid assassination, monarchs of all generations have secretly built many secret mechanisms, but they just broke through the underground fortress at this critical moment and had no time to explore.
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