In the night illuminated by the rising and falling flares, hot air balloons dressed as members of the Falange Party carried captured weapons and walked struttingly but not slowly.
Behind him, Wei Ran, who was wearing a scarf on his head, stuffed the Uzi submachine gun magazine with all the bullets out into his cuff, then ejected the pistol magazine from the metal book and filled it with bullets.
Putting the remaining bullets into his pocket, Wei Ran put away the pistol, then picked up the folding stock AKM rifle hanging on his shoulder, and inspected it skillfully as he walked.
"Dongfeng, were you really a medic before?"
The sewing machine walking behind him asked in a strange low voice, "No, let me ask another way, how long have you served in the army?"
"It didn't take long, what happened?" Wei Ran answered the question vaguely.
"No, it's nothing."
The sewing machine wisely did not ask further questions, but the hot air balloon in front subconsciously followed, "The most experienced veterans I have ever seen cannot do it so...so...let me think about it, so smoothly? Yes,
It’s really smooth.”
"Is this a compliment?"
Wei Ran asked casually, while using the bayonet, he left seven scratches of varying depths on the handguard of the Soviet rifle.
“I think it’s a compliment indeed.”
Sewing Machine, who had no intention of continuing this topic, couldn't help but echoed, "Frankly speaking, you seem to be more accustomed to this environment than the operating room. It was more like work to you, but now it is more like your life."
"Sew... No, what kind of wind is coming? The south wind? Yes, the south wind is right."
The hot air balloon also sang and said, "That's what I just wanted to express."
"It's the West..."
"Shh-"
Wei Ran quickly stuffed the bayonet back into the magazine of the Uzi submachine gun in his cuff, and at the same time he loaded the magazine very quickly, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at an alley with a flashlight beam on the side of the road. The beam seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.
Getting closer.
After receiving the prompt, the hot air balloon immediately extinguished the flashlight, but soon, at Wei Ran's signal, he turned the flashlight back on and walked straight towards the alley.
"Ask them how their harvest was?" Wei Ran whispered in French, "and if they need support."
The hot air balloon nodded, leaned against the corner of the alley, turned on the flashlight, and shouted in Arabic the question Wei Ran wanted to ask.
Almost at the same time as the other party responded, Wei Ran had already squatted down and leaned out half of his body, holding the gun with both hands, and used the pistol with the silencer to pull the trigger at the other party!
Amidst the weak gunfire, the flashlights of the people on the opposite side were first knocked out. They were also exposed under the flashlight beam of the hot air balloon, and were shot one after another and fell down.
"Go quickly"
Wei Ran said without any hesitation at all, and he didn't even have the intention to go up and replenish his gun.
Upon hearing this, the hot air balloon immediately extinguished the flashlight, and the three of them ran forward quickly for a hundred or ten meters. It was not until they turned a corner again that they turned on the flashlight again at Wei Ran's signal.
"How many did you just kill?"
Sewing Machine asked curiously. Of course he was curious. While he was still hiding in the corner waiting to ambush the enemy, Wei Ran had already "roughly" ended the battle.
"There are only three," Wei Ran said, taking off the pistol magazine again and filling it with bullets. "How far are we still?"
"Very... armored car!"
The hot air balloon reminded him before he finished speaking, and then the three of them saw an M113 armored vehicle turning towards the intersection directly ahead. The armored vehicle's dazzling lights immediately enveloped the three of them.
"Don't run"
Wei Ran, who was walking in second place, waved hello to the armored vehicle enthusiastically and said, "Remember to say hello later."
"good"
The hot-air balloon in front responded, then imitated Wei Ran and waved his arms, while the latter had already taken out a pack of seized cigarettes and was ready.
Amidst the roaring noise of the engine and the vibration of the tracks crushing the ground, the armored vehicle drove towards us, and the hot air balloon also enthusiastically greeted the soldier above who was responsible for manipulating the machine gun in Arabic.
"Hey!"
Wei Ran shouted to the driver. When the driver looked over, he shook the cigarette in his hand and then gently threw it to the driver.
The latter took the cigarette and responded enthusiastically with a loose salute to Wei Ran, who also raised his hand casually in response.
After avoiding this armored vehicle so easily, Sewing Machine said in fear, "I almost peed just now."
"Aren't we already..."
"I thought what Mr. Dongfeng threw was a grenade. That's what I'm afraid of." Sewing Machine explained angrily.
"That kind of movement is too big"
Wei Ran explained nonchalantly, he would not admit that he had acted like that just now, "So how far are we still?"
“Coming soon”
The hot air balloon pointed forward with the beam of its flashlight, "There is an alley right there, and it's on the other side of the alley."
"Then hurry up," Wei Ran urged in a low voice.
Upon hearing this, the hot air balloon immediately sped up its pace slightly, led the two of them into the alley, and ran to the other side dozens of meters away.
Then, before they walked out of the alley, the three of them heard the cries of children and an old voice that seemed to be pleading for something through the courtyard wall less than two meters high.
The hot air balloon was stunned for a moment, and quickly quickened its pace. When they walked out of the alley, they immediately saw the open courtyard door next to the entrance of the alley. Inside the courtyard door, there were mixed the cries of children, the pleading and screams of the elderly, and
Wanton laughter.
Because of the flares rising from time to time above his head, Wei Ran saw at a glance that there was an armed man in the yard, punching and kicking an old man who was kneeling on the ground holding his legs.
Next to him, there was another person looking after several children huddled under the vines by the wall.
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"Sewing machine, you are responsible for closing the door."
Wei Ran grabbed the hot air balloon that was about to rush in and whispered, "Hot air balloon, you deal with the one guarding the child and don't make a sound."
"Okay." The two of them agreed to Wei Ran's arrangement in a low voice, and the hot air balloon took out a multifunctional Swiss knife from his pocket and unfolded the blade.
"Use this." Wei Ran reluctantly pulled out the bayonet and handed it to the other party.
The former was quite happy, so he simply put away the joke-like knife and took the slender bayonet from Wei Ran that was so stained with blood that it was inevitably sticky when he held it.
Without wasting too much time, Wei Ran was the first to step into the yard and pounced directly on the militant who was committing violence.
Almost at the same time that he held the militant's head and pulled it with force, making a crunching sound, the hot air balloon had already thrust the bayonet into the back of the soldier guarding the child, easily piercing the kidney.
The sewing machine that came in last turned around and closed the iron door with confidence.
Without even waiting to let go of the limp and warm body in his hand, Wei Ran had already taken out the pistol with the silencer, aimed at the beam coming from the first floor of the small building, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.
While suppressing the opponent, he quickly walked over to close the distance between the two parties, took out a flashlight and fired a beam of light.
Almost as soon as there was only the last bullet left in the pistol magazine, Wei Ran had already walked to the window, aimed at the accidentally exposed elbow of the man hiding in the corner of the fireplace, and pulled the trigger for the last time.
"Snapped!"
"ah--"
The elbow of the hiding militant was smashed by a bullet, and he also let out a shrill scream.
"boom!"
Wei Ran, who had switched to AKM one step ahead, aimed at the opponent's leg that was accidentally exposed due to severe pain and fired another bullet, and as expected, there was a new round of screams.
Without rushing into the room, Wei Ran was like a poisonous snake waiting patiently for its prey to bleed out. He put the muzzle of his gun on the window sill and used the flashlight in his other hand to press the notched guard.
Mu, waiting for the opponent to counterattack, and waiting for the companions behind him to rush over to support.
It's a long story, but in less than 20 seconds, the hot air balloon has already run over. He also put the muzzle of his gun on the window sill and said, "The good news is that there are only three enemies in total. The bad news is that the old guy was shot in the thigh.
The fingers on one hand have been cut off, and the sewing machine is saving them."
"How are the children?"
As Wei Ran spoke, he pulled the trigger again, and was prepared to hit the opponent's muzzle that had just been revealed.
"There are still a few children hiding on the first floor, hiding in the fireplace chimney." The hot air balloon whispered into Wei Ran's ear.
"Keep an eye on him"
As Wei Ran spoke, he took the bayonet that was handed back to him, and finally walked toward the door with a low waist. He moved to the edge of another window and carefully poked his head out, aiming at the curled-up Falangist militant and buttoning the button for the last time.
The trigger was pulled.
"boom!"
After the crisp gunfire, a hot bullet casing hit his feet, and the enemy's body went limp and became motionless.
Pushing open the door, Wei Ran walked into the messy room, intending to drag the body out first.
However, when he saw the corpse with the bullet in his eyebrow, he couldn't help but sigh. The beard on this man's lips was still in a state of downy state. He was probably only sixteen or seventeen years old at most.
The song is beeping...
Wei Ran cursed vaguely, dragged the corpse out, expressionlessly took off the Falangist uniform from his body and threw it aside. He once again performed a humiliating castration, and cut off his scalp to cover it.
That face that is too young.
While he was dragging the body to the door and placing it outside the door, the hot air balloon also entered the room and called down several children hiding in the fireplace chimney. Obviously, these children were familiar with the hot air balloon.
When Wei Ran wiped the blood off his hands and returned to the yard, Sewing Machine had already stood up, and said guiltily and helplessly, "I'm sorry, he...he is not alive anymore. He lost too much blood, but I have a lot of blood in my hand."
There are no hemostats."
"It's not your fault, it's not your fault."
The hot air balloon took off his kerchief and carefully wiped the old man's old face, which was full of blood stains and tears. He carried him to the vines by the wall and whispered, "I took a family photo for them during the day, and I also specially
Invite Rama to come over and take a Polaroid photo of each of them."
As he spoke, he also took out two Polaroid photos carefully wrapped in newspapers from the old man's coat pocket and showed them to Wei Ran and Sewing Machine.
The first small photo shows the old man taking a group photo with his 11 children. The second photo shows him holding a photo frame alone. In the photo frame, there is an old lady who looks very elegant.
Wrapping the two small photos in newspapers again and putting them into his pocket, the hot air balloon said, "This gentleman is Ahmed Al Mustafa, please remember his name, he is a
A qualified teacher, he protected 11 children."
"let's go"
The sewing machine sighed, and continued what he just said, asking, "We have 11 children now, how should we get out of here?"
"I will continue to pretend to be a Falangist in the front," the hot air balloon said, "You two are responsible for protecting the children in the back."
"That's all we can do, let's go." The sewing machine replied.
"Wait first"
Wei Ran stopped the two of them, pointed to the top of his head and said, "We noticed when we first came here that all the Falangists are teams of three or four people. There are three of us with 11 children. Such a team
Isn’t it too conspicuous?”
"You mean the people who are watching us from above?"
As a former extrajudicial sniper, Hot Air Balloon immediately guessed what Wei Ran wanted to express. He also subconsciously looked in the direction of the Kuwait Embassy - whether intentionally or coincidentally, the wall Wei Ran was leaning against happened to block the seven-story building.
The view from the direction of the high-rise building.
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"Two methods"
Wei Ran pondered for a moment and then replied, "Or, we can go a few more times and take the children to the hospital in batches.
Or, the three of us can separate, each with three or four children, keep distance from each other or even take different routes back."
"Isn't there a better way?" The sewing machine couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, of course."
Wei Ran said the third thought without hesitation, which was also his original thought, "Do you remember that armored vehicle?"
"You want to hijack that armored vehicle?"
The hot air balloon's eyes widened. He must admit that his heart was moved the moment he heard this idea. If they could hijack an armored vehicle, they could drive it to the hospital openly, or even drive it near the hospital.
But after his heart beat, he calmed down. The risks here were too great. If he were not careful, it might bring disaster to all the medical workers in the hospital, even the patients and the children they wanted to protect.
"No, it can't be done."
Sewing Machine was the first to regain his senses, "The method of hijacking an armored vehicle is too risky. This is simply the best reason for the Falange to attack the hospital."
"We have 11 children, if we separate..."
"The two youngest children are only five years old, and the older one is only six years old."
The hot air balloon said, "We can each carry one on our back, so we only need to carry the other 8 children."
"Divide into three groups"
Wei Ran said, "Except for the children on your back and the hot air balloon, you take the two oldest children in front. Sewing Machine and I each take the other children to keep distance from you."
"That's all it can do," the hot air balloon said, and then he said something in Arabic.
Before he finished speaking, a few of the 11 children who seemed to be the oldest ran into the room and found some sheets, towels and other things.
Under the silent gaze of Wei Ran and the sewing machine, the hot air balloon used his multifunctional Swiss knife to cut several towels. The children each took half a piece and carefully folded it into a ball...
Stuffed it into his mouth.
After a while, the three youngest children were elected. Upon seeing this, Wei Ran and the other two squatted down, letting the three children lie on their bodies, and then tied them to their backs with sheets.
.
"I can hold another one"
The sewing machine said that, he picked up another little guy, let him hug his neck, and tied him with an extra gray sheet.
Compared to him, Weiyan and the hot air balloon did not do this, and the hot air balloon did not even tie the child on its back.
Wei Ran knew that it was so that the child could get down as quickly as possible and hide, so that he could deal with the enemy as a Falange party.
Without wasting too much time, the three of them each led two or three children who had gagged their mouths and left the yard that was filled with the smell of blood. They followed the alley that could barely block the view of the distant high-level officials and returned to the north.
Walking cautiously in the direction of the hospital.
"Twelve already, 8 more to go..."
Wei Ran muttered secretly, and at the same time, he used the bayonet in his hand to score five more cuts on the AKM's handguard.
In addition to being short of the KPI of 8 heads, he also has to keep an eye on the children he is responsible for.
On his back was a little girl who had her eyes closed the whole time and covered her ears with her hands. Behind him, there were two siblings, about seven or eight years old, holding hands.
This was the information he got from the hot air balloon before departure, and it was the only information he could know. Because he still couldn't understand the language, he couldn't even ask the three little guys what their names were.
Walking along the only shadows at the base of the wall, the three teams that were 50 meters apart from each other along the way were not walking smoothly, especially since they had no means of communication with each other, the only signal.
, it’s just the flashlight light in the hot air balloon’s hand that lights up occasionally.
After a smooth journey, I returned to Wei Ran and took a look at the three corpses that I had killed while greeting him in the hot air balloon. After a while, the weapons and ammunition of the three of them were all gone. This is undoubtedly good news.
Obviously, someone took away their weapons, either for self-defense or for resistance. The sound of firefights in the distance undoubtedly favored the latter possibility.
"Let's go another way"
The hot air balloon greeted them and led three groups of them into another alley, avoiding the scene of a firefight in the distance.
However, as the saying goes, you get what you fear. Almost as soon as the hot air balloon walked out of this alley, a firefight suddenly broke out on this street.
What made the three of them even more helpless was that the Falangist soldiers who were exchanging fire at this time were on their left - with their backs facing them.
The most important thing is that one of the Falangists, who was only one street away from them and hiding in a shop diagonally across the street, had even discovered the hot air balloon. At this time, he was talking and gesticulating, obviously gesturing for him to go over and help.
Woolen cloth.
Seeing that the child on the back of the hot air balloon and the other two older children had run over against the shadow of the wall, and the hot air balloon had squatted at the entrance of the alley and started shooting, Wei Ran quickly untied the child from his back and approached with a gun.
Go up.
"There are four Falangists here"
After the hot air balloon lowered its gun and fired a series of meaningless bursts at the road in the distance, it continued in a hurried tone, "I don't know how many people are on the other side, but there are only two guns. If we don't deal with the people here as soon as possible,
, I’m afraid other Falangists will come to support soon.”
"Where are they all?" Wei Ran quickly glanced over as he spoke.
"There's one in the store diagonally opposite," the hot air balloon whispered, "and the other three are on this side of the road."
"Take care of the one on the opposite side first"
As Wei Ran spoke, he placed his AKM rifle in the corner. At the same time, he placed the pistol with the silencer in his left hand on the unfolded butt of the assault rifle, aiming at the man who was looking diagonally across from him.
"companion".
"Snapped!"
Almost as soon as the Falange member appeared diagonally across the street, Wei Ran immediately pulled the trigger of his pistol, and at the moment when the pistol cartridge case popped out, he and the hot air balloon pulled the triggers of their respective rifles in tacit agreement, and fired at the same time.
A series of pointless shots.
The hot air balloon deliberately waited for the "enemy" to open fire and then shouted in Arabic, "The guy on the other side of the road seems to have been shot! We are covering, you go over and see him! Carry him to us, you come over too!"
"Okay!" The other three Falangists responded immediately.
At the same time, Wei Ran, who was already prepared, curled his lips. According to later historical records, the 150 Falang Party members sent in that night only suffered two casualties.
But he had already killed almost the 20th. Obviously, the records for later generations were simply written in shit to fool things.
After all, if the Falangists only had two casualties, how many could they kill?
While he was thinking wildly while firing to help cover, the three Falangists had no intention of going to the other side of the road to attack their companions. Instead, they took advantage of their cover and ran straight over!
Upon seeing this, Wei Ran and the hot air balloon moved their guns in tacit agreement, covering the three good brothers in the dense barrage they fired.
