The simple timed launching device of the rocket gave Liu Handong twenty minutes to enter the combat position. When the emergency assembly whistle blew over the camp, he was startled, thinking that the terrorists had discovered the intruder, but
Seeing the other party lining up to gather, he realized that this was just a routine emergency gathering at night.
Aisan Abduhalik's impromptu idea brought disaster to his training camp. An anti-personnel explosive grenade and a phosphorus-aluminum incendiary bomb happened to fall in the dense crowd. As the name suggests, anti-personnel bombs are designed to kill and injure exposed areas.
It is the duty of the armed personnel to cut the human body into pieces with hot and sharp fragments. Wearing or not wearing body armor makes no difference to the rockets, not to mention the incendiary bombs that follow.
White phosphorus incendiary bombs are an inhumane weapon banned internationally because they are so powerful that even if they get a little bit on your hands, they will burn the whole person to dregs. However, for those who have lost their legs or arms due to the anti-personnel bombs,
For the wounded, this is a relief, because the Chinese-made incendiary bombs also add some thermite, which makes them burn more pleasantly and quickly.
The third anti-personnel explosive rocket flew a little further and landed in the house behind, blowing up several mercenary dormitories. The Chechens and Syrians living inside met Allah in their sleep and went to collect
72 virgins.
The only thing that can escape shrapnel and incendiary agents is luck. Tang Jianjun has this kind of luck. He saw with his own eyes that the masked man holding a big knife and preparing to cut off his head was decapitated by shrapnel, and his head was wearing a black hood.
He didn't know where he was flying, but before his body fell down, a stream of blood arrows spurted out from his neck, covering Tang Jianjun's face.
The person operating the camera also died. First, shrapnel hit his heart, and then a burner hit him. It burned so hard that oil emitted, and the smell of barbecue went straight to his nose. The murderer was killed first. Look.
God is indeed wise, and this lucky experience almost caused loyal party member Tang Jianjun to switch to Islam.
Also very lucky was Aisan Abdulkhalik. The guards standing next to him were all hit by shrapnel and died, but he was unscathed. He was just knocked to the ground by the air wave, and his head was buzzing.
There was a whistle in my ears, and my eyes were all red. I stumbled up, and there was no one standing in the open space.
The entire training camp was wiped out. Broken limbs were everywhere. Some of the arms, legs and intestines fell into the water and flew to the roof and branches of trees. Thermite and white phosphorus were still burning. The wounded with fire on their bodies were rolling around on the ground. There were shrill sounds.
All night sky.
Aishan saw in a daze that a Pashtun rushed over from a distance. The submachine gun in his hand spurted out tongues of flame and beat the rolling Huo Man to the ground.
Only then did he realize that he had been attacked.
The results of the three rockets were much better than expected, all thanks to Aishan's help. Seventy to eighty percent of the training camp's active forces were dead, but the rest were all battle-hardened mercenaries.
Some veterans who were dizzy after being bombed ran out of the barracks, pulling the bolts of their rifles as they ran. They did not take off their clothes when they went to bed at night, and kept their rifles next to their pillows. If anything happened, they would be in combat mode within seconds.
The two sides were fighting hand to hand, and the group did not realize that the guy dressed as a Pashtun was the attacker, mainly because they thought there could not be only one attacker.
The saying "the brave will win when they meet on a narrow road" may not be credible when used in modern warfare. When two armies meet, the one with stronger firepower will have the upper hand. The mercenaries basically use AK series rifles with thirty-round magazines and a theoretical rate of fire per minute.
Six hundred rounds, the data looks good, but at close range, the effect is far inferior to the 1940s Bobosha submachine gun in Liu Handong's arms.
The Bobosha loaded with seventy-one rounds of drum drums beat happily in Liu Handong's arms, pouring out bullets at a very high rate of fire, hitting several Chechen veterans like leaves in a violent storm. They fell to the ground and died on the spot.
Several former Syrian rebels behind him hurriedly looked for cover. Liu Handong finished shooting his bullets, threw away his submachine gun, pulled out the loaded May 4th pistol and began to roll call.
Pistols are more difficult to shoot than rifles, and the May 4th pistol is even more difficult to shoot. The man-machine design is not good, and the muzzle jump is serious. It is difficult for an untrained person to hit the target within five meters. However, Liu Handong is very good at using the May 4th pistol.
The gun in his hand was like a martyr's spirit possessing him. All eight shots hit, and they basically hit the center of the eyebrow.
Liu Handong had fired up all the bullets in his pistol and was changing the magazine when suddenly a guy jumped out from behind the wall and aimed the black muzzle of his AK47 at him.
"The ball is over!" Liu Handong thought.
There was a muffled sound, and the guy's head exploded instantly, and the gunshot was sprayed all over Liu Handong. The muzzle of the AK47 was pointed into the sky, and a string of tongues of fire shot into the sky.
Liu Handong quickly lay down, pulled the Type 63 automatic rifle on his back, and fired several short bursts in front of him. The terrorists hid in the room and shot in this direction, but the gunshots gradually became fainter because there were people behind Liu Handong.
Sniper support.
No need to ask, it was the old man Abdul and Ahmed who came back.
With the support of reinforcements, Liu Handong became even more brave. He took out a grenade and threw it hard. The Soviet F1 grenade, commonly known as a pineapple, exploded in the air, causing a group of experienced Syrian rebel veterans to cry and shout: "There are mortars!"
Countless actual battles have proven that the Arabs are not war material at all. Even if they have an absolute advantage in numbers and weapons, they will still mess up the pot. The person facing Liu Handong is a Chechen and Syrian mercenary who claims to have seen bloodshed.
, in fact, they are just a bunch of rabble, and it is not qualified to call them guerrillas. Their greatest ability is to shoot from the air and kill prisoners. When they encounter hard trouble, they immediately turn into sheep.
Three rockets produced in the 1980s completely frightened the terrorists. They thought they were AGM114 Hellfire missiles launched by U.S. Predator drones, and those who launched the attack were those who killed this person.
The top U.S. Navy SEALs were not ashamed at all to lose to an opponent of this level. The veterans from Chechnya and Syria made strategic changes without hesitation and disappeared into the vast mountains.
Liu Handong was about to search for the hostages. Suddenly he saw Tang Jianjun, who was tied up on the stage. He was wearing iron shoes and couldn't find anywhere. He picked up the knife on the ground, cut the rope, and put a gun in Tang Jianjun's hand: "Old Tang, you can shoot
?”
"Yes!" Tang Jianjun shouted almost through gritted teeth. He was a tough guy, and the knife on his neck had not yet collapsed. At this moment, the salted fish was reborn, adrenaline was highly secreted, and all fear, hunger and fatigue were gone.
It was replaced by vengeful rage.
"There is one here, he is their leader!" Tang Jianjun pointed at Aishan and shouted.
Ai Shan had not yet recovered from the shock. He thought that the scene in front of him was not real, but a nightmare from which he could not wake up, until Liu Handong hit him on the left side of his face with the butt of a gun.
Liu Handong did not hesitate and pulled the trigger towards Aishan. There was a click, the firing pin was empty and there was no bullet left.
"Who are you!" Ai Shan roared. He still can't figure out who launched the attack.
"I am a man of Yan and Huang." Liu Handong did the Sixty-Three Movements, and the long and sharp three-edged bayonet jumped out and stabbed Ai Shan in the heart.
"Wait!" In desperation, Tang Jianjun pushed Liu Handong. The bayonet was crooked a few centimeters and passed under Aishan's armpit, causing blood to drip from his body.
"What are you doing?" Liu Handong stared.
"Keep him alive." After all, Tang Jianjun was a leader and had far-sightedness. Ai Shan was the leader of the separatists. Capturing him alive would definitely be of greater value. However, Liu Handong also considered it very realistically. Who should he hand over to whom he captured the prisoners? Should he be handed over to him?
Should the Kabul authorities extradite him back to the country? If this is not troublesome enough, why not kill him with one shot?
Tang Jianjun's attitude was very firm, and Liu Handong said angrily: "Are you taking him away?"
"I'll take it with me!" Tang Jianjun hit Ai Shan on the right face with the butt of his rifle, knocking him unconscious on the spot.
"It's an advantage for you." Liu Handong said fiercely, and then asked Tang Jianjun: "Where is the cook?"
"Lao Bai is in the cave, I'll take you there." Tang Jianjun stepped forward, Liu Handong changed the magazine and followed closely.
There were only some inexperienced remnants left in the cave. The explosions and gunshots outside made them tremble. When they saw Tang Jianjun coming in with a gun, a few guys pounced on him with knives. Old Tang was a soldier, and a long
They fired at them in bursts and knocked them all to the ground. Fearing that they would die, they shot them several more times in the chest.
Bai Furong jumped up excitedly. Tang Jianjun stepped forward and untied him, and the two hugged excitedly.
"What does this person do?" Liu Handong asked, pointing at the skinny foreigner.
"The hostages may be Americans." Tang Jianjun said.
Liu Handong waved his hand: "Save him, Lao Bai, support him."
Bai Furong finally recognized that the guy dressed as a Pashtun was Liu Handong, who had been a hostage with him a few days ago. At this moment, the hostage transformed into a murderous special forces soldier, and he couldn't help but replied: "Yes!"
The four of them came out of the cave. Abdul was already waiting there with his little donkey. Ahmed used grenades to blow up all the cars in the training camp. Then Liu Handong put the unconscious Aishan on the donkey's back.
People evacuated quickly.
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When a rocket exploded at the East Turkestan training camp, Army Lieutenant Colonel Luohan's first reaction was that the Americans had launched an attack, and the sound seemed to be a missile launched by a drone.
Falling behind the Americans, the operation failed before it even started. The only thing we can do now is to help the Americans check the results.
The commando landed at the predetermined location. The soldiers took off their oxygen masks, took out their weapons and equipment, sent encrypted codes to the command center and quickly maneuvered towards the target.
By the time they arrived at the scene, everything had settled. Corpses were strewn everywhere, bones were thick, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of white phosphorus and thermite barbecue.
"Camel, there is a live one here." The team members found the seriously injured terrorist and called the captain by his code name. Arhat stepped forward and took a closer look and quickly recognized that this was one of the beheading targets of this operation. The violent terrorist Maimaiti
bright.
"Can he still be saved?" Luo Han asked the team health worker.
The hygienist examined Maimaitiming's wounds and shook his head: "Shrapnel has penetrated into the lungs and the bleeding cannot be stopped. Even if a helicopter is rushed to the hospital, he cannot be saved."
Arhat pulled out his pistol and put it on Maimai Timing's forehead. He saw the longing for death in his eyes. The feeling of waiting for death was too painful. It would be better to shoot him in the head with a gun.
Wouldn't it be too advantageous to kill him like this? Arhat took back his pistol.
"Luotuo, I found this." Cheng Weiguo came over with a camera in his hand, and the machine was still working.