No one could answer his question. The gunfire outside was so intensive. There were at least thirty armed men. They surrounded the safe house. They would definitely not be able to break out with just a few rifles. It was a luxury to hope that they could last for fifteen minutes.
Thank God I lasted five minutes.
"We can't sit still and wait for death." Liu Handong said, pulling the handle of the AK74U, adjusting the speed switch to the burst position, and stretched out his hand in front of Esseti: "Mobile phone."
Essetti hurriedly handed him the phone, which was a Huawei touch-screen phone produced in China. Liu Handong turned on the camera, climbed up the ladder, and raised the phone with one hand to observe the situation outside.
The screen of the mobile phone showed several pairs of dirty flip-leather shoes, with baggy Afghan-style pants on top. They were not American mercenaries, but local armed forces.
Liu Handong threw down his cell phone and took out the short assault rifle with his other hand. The magazine of the AK series was long and curved, so it could only be fired flat. Without showing his head, he just raised the gun and swiped, and clicked to the end.
, thirty rounds of bullets were swept away, and the hot bullet casings were thrown into the basement, making a clanging sound. Below, Essetti handed over the grenade with the safety ring pulled off. Liu Handong took it and paused in his hand for a second.
, then he threw it out, slid down the ladder, and shouted: "Hidden!"
Everyone lay down low, even if the grenade couldn't blow them up.
There was a loud noise, and messy debris fell down one after another, including some bloody body fragments.
"Come!" the military attaché's assistant yelled, and climbed out with an automatic rifle. Four corpses were lying in the room, covered with rubble, with gray heads and faces. There were seven or eight vague figures in the yard, all holding guns.
The assistant military attache knelt down on one knee and raised his gun to fire. His marksmanship was very good. Two figures fell to the ground. The others lay down and fought back, quickly suppressing the firepower in the room. However, Liu Handong and Essetti also climbed out and lay on the ground.
Fire violently.
"Go and drive!" the military attache's assistant shouted and fired a long shot. Liu Handong took the opportunity to rush to the garage. Bullets were flying around him, but he was not afraid at all. This is how it is on the battlefield. The less afraid you are, the more dangerous the bullets will be.
Avoid you.
After finally rushing into the garage, I found that the Mercedes-Benz van was riddled with holes. There were at least fifty bullet holes in the engine position and it would definitely not be able to drive. Liu Handong was also blocked in the garage by dense bullets and could not get out.
The armed men threw two smoke bombs, and white smoke filled the yard. It was already a late night with poor visibility, and the smoke made it even more difficult to see.
"Why haven't the government troops arrived yet?" the military attache's assistant was extremely anxious. The enemy was in the dark and I was in the open. The longer we delayed, the worse it would be.
"How about I rush out and report the news?" The uninjured armed police soldier had already used up all the 5.8MM bullets he carried, and changed to a Type 56 submachine gun to continue shooting. He was no longer so nervous, and the hard training came in handy.
The short shot is accurate and hard.
Suddenly, a Chinese-made Type 67 wooden-handled grenade fell into the room.
"Get down!" the assistant military attache shouted, but the armed police soldier rushed over regardless of his own safety, grabbed the wooden-handled grenade and threw it out with all his strength. The grenade exploded in the air, and screams were heard in the smoke. Someone was hit.
Before he could laugh out loud, another grenade was thrown in. The oval-shaped grenade was spinning on the ground. The wooden-handled grenade had a longer fuse, and this kind of grenade only lasted more than three seconds. There was no time to pick it up and throw it away.
The armed police soldiers rushed forward without hesitation and covered the grenade with their bodies.
There was a muffled sound, and the soldiers stopped moving. The assistant military attache and Essetti had no time to feel angry and raised their guns and fired fiercely into the smoke. However, all the bullets missed and the cunning terrorists had long since hid.
Ai Shan in the basement listened to the voices above and his eyes began to move. Although his hands were tied, he still had his head to hit people and teeth to bite them.
"Stop your delusions." The armed policeman who was shot in the leg raised his pistol: "If you move, I will kill you."
In the garage, Liu Handong suddenly noticed that there were stars above his head, and he could find a signal here. He hurriedly took out the satellite phone from the pocket of his Pashtun knee-length coat and called Zheng Jiayi.
The call was quickly connected, and Zheng Jiayi didn't seem to sleep at all.
"Report your situation."
"The safe house was breached. At least a platoon of soldiers surrounded us and fought. We can hardly hold on."
"Hold on, reinforcements will arrive soon, within ten minutes at most. Remember, the password is Kunlun and the reply is Yanhuang."
Liu Handong almost cried. In ten minutes, there might be no one alive in the safe house.
Suddenly he saw a tin oil drum in the corner of the garage, and the garage was relatively high in the courtyard. Without having time to think about it, he ran over in a few steps, picked up the oil drum and began to pour the gasoline. When it was almost done, he put the oil drum into the tank.
He threw it into the yard, took out the grenade, pulled out the safety pin, threw it out, and hid it behind the car.
The courtyard was a sea of fire. Although it failed to burn a few people to death on the spot, it successfully blocked the attack.
The sound of explosions came, and the yard exploded one after another. It was small mortars shooting with excellent accuracy. Not a single shell fell in the house.
The assistant military attache breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the government troops finally arrived.
After a bombardment, the militants dispersed and the smoke gradually dispersed. However, no government troops could be seen, and only the firing of American automatic rifles was heard in the distance.
Liu Handong's satellite phone rang, and it was a strange man's voice: "Evacuate as soon as possible and go northwest, I will pick you up."
"Got it!" Liu Handong hurried back to the house and reported to the military attache's assistant: "Reinforcements are coming."
"I guess they are here." The military attaché assistant removed the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one. Suddenly his eyes changed and he blocked Liu Handong behind him. With two groans, the military attaché assistant staggered and fell down, and a man lying in the corner was
The guy had a gun in his hand, his face and body were covered in dust. He had just been stunned by a grenade and had just woken up.
Liu Handong and Essetti raised their guns at the same time and beat the man into a hornet's nest.
The assistant military attache wore a body armor, but the light body armor could not withstand rifle bullets. He was seriously injured and bleeding came from his mouth. He said intermittently: "To complete the mission, we must..."
Liu Handong gritted his teeth and took out his satellite phone to call back: "Someone is injured and needs help!"
"Put the wounded where they are and bring the target over." The voice was calm and cold.
"Drive the car over here, otherwise no one will be able to take it away." Liu Handong roared and hung up the phone.
Essetti dug out a first-aid kit from the rubble and tried in vain to stop the bleeding and give the assistant military attache morphine, but his breathing was still getting weaker and weaker.
The light pierced the darkness, and a Land Rover off-road vehicle rushed into the courtyard. Two people got out of the car, dressed as military contractors, holding HK416 automatic rifles, with oil paint on their faces, and no logos on their clothes. It was impossible to tell who they were.
Liu Handong held a gun and shouted: "Kunlun!"
"Yanhuang." The visitor shouted back, got out of the car and walked over through the mess on the ground. He looked at the military attache's assistant, put his finger on his neck for a few seconds, and said dryly: "It's hopeless."
"There is still hope." Liu Handong said stubbornly. Although he didn't even know the name of the military attache's assistant, he had already established a deep friendship after getting along with him for just a few hours.
"Where is the target?" The visitor looked left and right.
"I said he can still be saved." Liu Handong was dissatisfied with his cold attitude and shouted sternly.
The visitor suddenly became furious and pushed Liu Handong into the corner: "The person is dead, so we can't occupy resources..."
He did not continue speaking because Liu Handong had already pressed a May 4th pistol against his jaw.
"I'll say it again, take him away and rescue him." Liu Handong said equally coldly.
The soldiers who came with him raised their rifles and aimed at Liu Handong from the side.
Essetti didn't know who to help, and was at a loss for a while.
The guy who was face to face with Liu Handong was quite old. Only men over forty years old could have such deep eyes. He was not afraid at all when facing the gun. He was even a little sarcastic. He glanced at the gun in Liu Handong's hand and did
There was a compromise.
"Mule, lift the man into the car," he said.
The dying military attaché assistant was carried into the car, the injured also got into the car, and Aishan was stuffed into the trunk. Only the sacrificed soldier remained in place, and everything on his body that could prove his identity was removed.
, the Type 95 rifle was also taken away.
Before getting into the car, Liu Handong saluted the soldier's body.
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The seriously injured were sent to the nearest hospital, and the rest returned to the safest place, the Chinese Embassy. Although the Ministry of Foreign Affairs did not want to get involved in trouble, it had to cooperate fully with the coordination of the National Security Commission.
Those reinforcements did not enter the embassy, but disappeared into the darkness before dawn. Liu Handong was covered in blood, and his clothes and hair were filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. He sat blankly on his chair, immersed in the sorrow of the sacrifice of his comrades for a long time.
Although we have only fought side by side for a few hours, we feel like we have been comrades who have been together for many years. The war on terrorism is so ruthless. The people who were chatting and laughing yesterday are now separated from each other.
"People will always die in wars." Essetti put his hands on Liu Handong's shoulders and comforted him.
"I'm fine." Liu Handong forced a smile.
The embassy arranged a room for them. Liu Handong changed out of his dirty Pashtun clothes, took a shower, and put on brand new Chinese-yellow work clothes. It was already dawn, and the barber stood at the door and greeted him: "Morning
OK, I am the service staff who will give you a haircut and shave."
"Thank you, no need." Liu Handong shook his head, his body was full of murderous aura.
"But, the leader has given instructions that the beard must be shaved cleanly," the waiter murmured.
"I said no." Liu Handong glared, and the waiter ran away.
The embassy issued new passports for Liu Handong, Tang Jianjun, Bai Furong, and "Zhang Chunshan" for leaving the country. Ai Shan, whose pseudonym was Zhang Chunshan, was tied to the bed, and the doctor injected him with an anesthetic to ensure that he would not wake up within eight hours.
The members of the Zhongyanhuang emergency response team have packed their bags. Today is a great day for them to successfully complete their mission and return home victoriously. Many people bought "Karaku" hats made of fetal wool and Afghan hats in the market in Kabul yesterday.
The specialty lapis lazuli jewelry, no one including Yang Xu knew that a tragic firefight took place last night.
Only Zheng Jiayi knew it. In fact, she had been appointed as the head of the public relations department of Zhongyanhuang International, becoming Yang Xu's immediate boss and directly responsible to Song Jianfeng.