Luohan pressed the stop button of the Japanese-made JVC camera, then went backwards and replayed. Fortunately, the camera was not damaged in the explosion and fierce battle, and faithfully recorded everything that happened, although the camera angle was a bit strange and low.
It seemed like the photographer was lying on the ground.
First, the terrorists gathered urgently, waiting to watch and behead them. Then the missiles came and landed in the dense crowd, causing extremely serious casualties. What happened next was unbelievable. Someone actually launched a ground attack, and it was not what they imagined.
US special forces or Afghan security forces, but authentic Chinese.
"Who are you?"
"I am a man of Yanhuang!"
In the video, there were people talking in Chinese. One was the number one target, Asan Abdul Halik, and the other was a man dressed as a Pashtun. He spoke standard Mandarin. However, as far as Luohan knew, this operation was top secret and there was no
Any brother troops participate.
Is it a cross-border strike organized by the Lanzhou Military Region itself? Absolutely impossible! Or is it the special service team of the Ministry of National Security in action? Ai Shan's body was not found at the scene. Maybe he was captured by people from Zhongyanhuang. Luohan didn't think much about it. This is not what he should do.
After he considered the problem, he ordered his men to search the battlefield and evacuate after ten minutes.
The encrypted message was sent to the special operations command center on the outskirts of Urumqi. After reading the translated cipher text, Major General Ye Tang was very puzzled. Where did a Zhongyanhuang strike force jump out? Although Zhongyanhuang is a very large state-owned enterprise, it is not that awesome.
It has the level of a special forces unit.
He fed the information back to Beijing. General Luo Kegong was stunned when he learned about it. He is the deputy chief in charge of special operations and a member of the National Security Council. Nothing can be hidden from him. This so-called Sino-Yanhuang force definitely does not exist.
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The operation that had been painstakingly planned for half a year was interrupted. Although the East Turkestan terrorists were wiped out, I did not do it myself, so I always felt uncomfortable.
"Order them to leave the battlefield." Luo Kegong said.
The commandos quickly searched the battlefield, seized a large number of important documents such as training programs and rosters of the East Turkistan terrorist organization, destroyed living facilities, detonated ammunition hidden in caves, and then quickly evacuated towards the Wakhan Corridor.
Directional maneuver.
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Liu Handong returned with a full load. He got two of his dream firearms, one long and one short. Last time in Hong Kong, he accidentally used the GLOCK19 pistol. He felt very good about this kind of plastic automatic pistol with good pointing. Later, he used the GLOCK19 pistol.
I gave my love to Huo Lei, and this time he seized the GLOCK18 automatic pistol from a Syrian. This gun can fire continuously, has excellent ergonomics, excellent craftsmanship, and a sophisticated sense of modernity throughout. May Fourth
Compared with it, the style is like a dying old man.
The long gun is a very familiar folding bayonet rifle. Liu Handong used this rifle when he was in the army. Its accuracy is much better than that of the AK47. It is also durable and durable, and can compete with the American M4.
The bloody battle just now made Liu Handong extremely excited. He couldn't remember how many people he had killed with his own hands. This kind of lawless and wanton feeling of murder and arson was really wonderful.
Maybe working in Zhongyanhuang is the right choice, Liu Handong thought. He carried three rifles and an RPG rocket launcher on his shoulders, and still walked as fast as he could. His chest was full of heroism and he couldn't help but sing loudly.
"The sunset is over the western mountains and the red clouds are flying..."
"Hey, are you afraid that they won't be able to catch up with us, so you are using singing to guide the way?" said the thin white man.
Liu Handong immediately stopped talking. Although the Dongtu camp suffered heavy losses, no one could guarantee that they would fight back with a desperate struggle. Just these few people would be able to do it.
When the T troop column was evacuating three kilometers away, Cheng Weiguo stopped, listened, and whispered: "Did you hear it? Someone was singing "Return from Target Shooting."
The soldiers all looked at Cheng Weiguo like an idiot.
"Stop talking and keep moving." Arhat scolded, but he also seemed to hear the singing.
Three kilometers in the opposite direction, Liu Handong asked the white man: "What country are you from?"
"I am an Englishman, an engineer at a communications company. My name is John Lynch. I was kidnapped by them in Kandahar four months ago." The white man's English does have a London accent, and his appearance is very different from the capable agent he imagined.
He must indeed be an ordinary unlucky guy.
The group of people continued to move forward. The team was a little loose. Ahmed happily held the captured M4 carbine and acted as the vanguard. The others followed far behind, so that even if they were ambushed, they would not be blamed.
Finally arriving at the place where the GAZ 66 truck was parked, Liu Handong breathed a sigh of relief, threw the long gun into the carriage, and when he reached out to pull the cab door, he was suddenly stunned. His keen sixth sense made him aware of the fatal danger.
Sure enough, a booby trap modified from a grenade was cleverly placed at the door of the car, which would explode as soon as the door was opened.
Liu Handong suddenly lay down, pulled out the GLOCK18 automatic pistol, flicked his thumb into full-automatic shooting mode, and fired fiercely at a small forest in the distance where the ambush could be hidden, and in an instant he used up all twenty bullets in the magazine.
Ahmed, who was kneeling on one leg and on guard, didn't know what was going on, but he followed Liu Handong's rhythm and fired into the woods, firing in short bursts and in a methodical manner.
Tang Jianjun also opened fire. As a soldier, he was very good at using an AK rifle. He fired a long shot and clicked it to the bottom, and the bullet shells flew out.
Taking advantage of the fire cover of his comrades, Liu Handong also picked up the Bayi bar and continued to fire.
The ambush soldiers in the grove were stunned, and they waited until they finished firing a magazine before they started to fight back. The two sides went back and forth in the night, and leaves and sand were scattered in all directions.
"Listen, gunshots!" Cheng Weiguo stopped in the distance again. This time everyone heard the gunfire, and could even distinguish the completely different gunshots of AK guns and American weapons.
More than thirty armed personnel.
Luo Han is not a rigid soldier. He is a front-line commander who conducts overseas infiltration special operations and can make appropriate adjustments as the situation arises.
"Team A, follow me to do some reconnaissance, others are on standby." Luo Han calmly ordered. The correspondent took out the transmitter and began to encode and send secret messages to the command center to report the emergency situation.
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This was a low-level firefight. Neither side was a well-trained elite regular army. They just closed their eyes and sprayed bullets to gain the upper hand. The fight was lively, but the casualties were not large.
The mercenaries at the training camp finally came to their senses and made a comeback. They were familiar with the terrain and blocked the attacker's retreat. They set up booby traps on the truck and then lurked in the woods a few hundred meters away.
Wait for the truck to explode and then fire a volley. Usually after a few minutes of fighting, the opponent will collapse and surrender. In fact, this is what they did when they fought against the government forces in Iraq, and it worked repeatedly.
Something went wrong this time. The opponent was very vigilant and opened fire first. The firepower was so fierce that the mercenaries could not lift their heads. However, the strength of this group of attackers had been exposed, and they were only three or four people.
Liu Handong risked being shot and grabbed an RPK light machine gun from the carriage. This was also one of his trophies. The seventy-five-round drum magazine could maintain strong and long-lasting suppressive firepower and cover the retreat of others.
The unfortunate donkey had been shot and fell to the ground. Its four hooves were twitching, and its big innocent eyes were looking at everyone. Aishan Abdul Halik was not much stronger than the donkey. He received two gun butts on his face, and his teeth were almost gone.
He was naked, his mouth was full of blood, his hands were tied, and there was a big knot on his head. He was lying on the ground panting, with fierce eyes, wanting to jump up and bite the murderer in the killing training camp.
"GO!" Liu Handong shouted. The official language of the small team is now English. Only Ahmed and Bai Furong do not understand English, but they do not need to understand it. They can just follow others.
Before Liu Handong's drum ammunition was exhausted, there was a window of time. The old man Abdul signaled his grandson to run. Tang Jianjun also changed the magazine and shook his head at Bai Furong: "Old Bai, you retreat first, I will cover, eh
, take the prisoners with you."
Bai Furong was anxious: "Mr. Tang, how long has it been since then to take care of the prisoners?"
"Obey the order!" Tang Jianjun glared angrily. Bai Furong immediately shivered, helped Aishan up and followed Ahmed closely, bending down and running forward.
Liu Handong finished shooting the bullet and shouted: "Reload!"
Tang Jianjun then raised his gun and continued to spray bullets. Liu Handong changed the magazine while walking, retreated to the boulder ten meters away, and continued shooting to cover Tang Jianjun's evacuation.
This cost-effective approach was very effective. The group of people quickly escaped from the ambush circle and fled south. However, the mercenaries obviously did not intend to let go so easily. They stuck behind them like hunters chasing yellow sheep on the grassland.
Just like the old man Abdul said, fighting relies on more people and more guns. If you have to add one more thing, it is more bullets. Liu Han** suddenly found that he had very little ammunition left, and others also
The spare magazine was basically exhausted, leaving only the last few dozen rounds of ammunition.
Liu Handong was so tired that he was panting. He was always going through twists and turns, and his emotions were ups and downs. The human spirit would collapse. He almost questioned whether God was playing with him, but then he thought about it, this is the territory of Allah, and others are playing games.
You pagan has nothing to complain about.
"If we don't leave, I'll fight with them." Liu Handong knew that if he waited until the end, everyone would just die together, so he simply stopped moving forward, found a shelter, and sorted out the last ammunition.
Everyone silently handed him the remaining bullets. There had to be someone left to break up the rear. Since Liu Handong was willing to be the victim, that was the best thing.
"Allah bless you, child." Old man Abdul handed the grenade to Liu Handong, turned around and left. Suddenly, a bullet came from the front and hit him in the chest.
Ahmed hurriedly raised his gun to fight back, shooting aimlessly and dragging his grandfather to a blind corner.
Liu Handong's heart sank. Oh no, he was surrounded.
Abdul's mouth was bleeding and he was dying, but his eyes became extremely kind. He raised his hand with difficulty to stroke his grandson's hair, and said his last words intermittently in Pashto.
Ahmed's expression changed from sadness to shock, but was replaced by sadness in an instant, and he cried bitterly on his grandfather.
Liu Handong didn't understand Pashto, but Tang Jianjun did. His expression was as surprised as Ahmed's.
The figures of the mercenaries were looming in the distance, but Liu Handong had no bullets to deal with them. His automatic rifle was empty, leaving only a pistol magazine and two grenades.
Tang Jianjun had no hope of escaping. He calmly said to Liu Handong: "Xiao Liu, give me a grenade. I don't want to be captured again."
Liu Handong handed him the grenade, pulled out his pistol and said to Bai Furong, "How about I give you a ride?"
Bai Furong shook his head like a rattle. It was better to die than to live. He would rather be a prisoner than take the first step.
The British guy huddled in the corner, looking resigned to his fate.
Liu Handong sighed, miracles would not always come to him. This time he was in trouble, but it was worth it to have fought such a big battle before he died.
The strange thing is that the mercenaries have not launched an attack for a long time and seem to have disappeared out of thin air.
Gunfire rang out, and the mercenaries surrounding them fired violently in other directions.
Liu Handong was shocked. He knew that the goddess of luck had favored him again, and reinforcements were coming!
Suddenly, the satellite phone vibrated. It was a call from Zheng Jiayi: "Liu Handong, the Air Force has locked your position. Don't move around. Be careful of accidental injury."
Immediately following the roar of helicopters, four Mi-35 armed helicopters painted with the logo of the Afghan Air Force roared over. The cannons and rocket nests under the short wings looked particularly ferocious in the morning light.
At the top of the mountain, Cheng Weiguo took back his carefully disguised M700 sniper rifle. In the past three minutes, he had killed at least five terrorists and successfully relieved the "Zhongyanhuang" friendly forces.
Camel's usual cold English instructions came from the earphones: "Mandrill, the government troops are here, retreat."
"Copythat." Cheng Weiguo replied in Chinese English with a strong accent, and closed the eyepiece of the sniper rifle.