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The village is indeed small, with less than a hundred households, only one main road, not many winding alleys, and a mosque in a small square in the middle.
It is now around 5 o'clock in the afternoon, maybe it has just passed the breast-feeding time, and there are not many people on the street. Through the drone observation, there are only a dozen people wearing white robes and holding guns walking on the street.
These terrorists have very strict requirements. They must go to the mosque to pray five times a day, and the third prayer is about 4 o'clock.
Looking at the picture on the tablet, Jin Mao touched his chin and said: "It's a very ordinary village with no defense facilities, but there are many directions for attack."
When it comes to arranging specific tactics, Golden Retriever must have the final say.
"Are you sure there are only about 100 people?" Golden Retriever wanted to ask George.
"It's basically certain, but we don't have an informant among them, and this group of people hasn't been around for a long time, so we can't give you accurate information." George thought for a while and said, "But you have to make other plans.
During this time, they must have recruited many local people to join. It is not difficult to use an AK, and you can learn it in one hour."
Golden Retriever: "..."
This is what is most hateful about terrorists.
"Attack from three directions: here, here, and here. Give them the road and let them run." Golden Retriever thought for a while and clicked his finger on the map. "Our main goal is to drive them out of here.
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When John said kill them all, Golden Retriever didn't even mention it. He prioritized things clearly.
Looking around, Wang Zhen immediately thought of such a word. The Golden Retriever may not understand this allusion, but he definitely has rich practical experience.
"There are only 50 of us. If we are divided into three groups, will the firepower be too spread out and be discovered?" Wang Zhen asked without understanding.
"It's okay. There is a mortar, so they can't help but pay attention to it." Jin Mao affirmed: "Don't hold back after hitting it. Anyone with a weapon in their hand will be shot to death, regardless of gender, age or child."
"I understand." Wang Zhen responded in a low voice.
"That's it for now, we'll talk about the rest later." After saying that, Jin Mao looked at Wang Zhen, "You know... forget it."
Wang Zhen:???
"Poet, shovel, each of you will lead a group of 10 people. Attack from these two directions. Control the intensity of firepower, especially the mortars. Don't let them attack randomly."
"Understood." "OK!"
"Wang, donkey, bayonet, you follow me, 30 people, we are the main offensive team."
"Don't we need a reserve team?" Wang Zhen was puzzled. Didn't they say that they should be kept during the war?
"There are only 50 people in total, what kind of reserve team do you need?"
"Uh... Okay." Wang Zhen scratched his head, "When will we attack?"
"After 10 o'clock."
"I have a suggestion." George raised his hand after thinking for a while.
"Say." Jin Mao looked over.
"Why not attack during prayer time? They will all gather in the square to pray. Bombing with mortars at this time can solve most of the problems."
"Do your job!" The golden retriever didn't even bother to answer this question.
It's not you who gets emotional, so you don't need to bear the psychological pressure for the massacre, right?
Even in terrorist-controlled areas, not everyone is a terrorist. Most people are normal people who can be saved. They are mercenaries, not murderers.
It is said that the relationship between the Foot Covering Building and the CIA is not good. The first-line combatants hate these second-line fighters the most. It is easy to offend Fake no matter what they say.
Once the Scythe team dares to do this, they will be doomed if the news gets out.
After the matter was settled, Golden Retriever asked everyone to take time to rest and conserve their energy, but this did not include themselves.
George would send the drone out for a circle every half hour, and the golden retriever would want to see if there were any changes in the situation there.
At 6:30, dinner starts at the camp.
The US military's individual soldier rations were okay for the first time, but by the third time, Wang Zhen couldn't bear it anymore. He put down the can and sighed. It was time to show off his special skills and let people know what a big foodie empire is!
When I got back, I asked someone if I could buy a pot of seven or eight pots of beef here in Baghdad. The finely minced beef is boiled with bean paste and chili sesame oil. It's a spicy beef sauce!
Fry some oil tea noodles again...
Hiss, I can’t think about it, I can’t help but shed tears from the corners of my mouth!
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard an exclamation. Wang Zhen quickly turned his head and looked over. It was the golden retriever.
After pouring something into his mouth randomly, Wang Zhen patted his butt and ran over, "What's wrong?"
No one answered him, they were all staring at the screen. Wang Zhen squeezed over and took a look, and suddenly frowned.
It was the time for the obeisance, and the terrorists relied on religion as a bond, so they naturally took it seriously. The whole village gathered in the small square. The small square was crowded with people, and there was a group of people taking money outside.
Through the drone footage, we saw three men and women being escorted out.
When the picture is enlarged, one man looks like a foreigner and the two women look like they are Middle Easterners.
"What are you doing?" Wang Zhen trembled in his heart and asked quickly.
"They should be executed publicly." George whispered.
Wang Zhen’s eyes widened!!!
For many things, what you have heard and what you have watched on video are two completely different concepts, and watching videos and watching live broadcasts are completely different concepts.
I saw five men with guns escorting the three people to the front of the square. A man started to shout something loudly with a loudspeaker. After a few words, many people at the scene responded and became more and more excited.
Then Wang Zhen saw the man put down the loudspeaker, took out a knife from his waist, turned around, and struck the man with one blow.
Blood splattered and screams rang out. The man wanted to run, but was shot in the thigh by someone behind him, and he immediately fell down.
The man who slashed the person wiped his face, stepped in front of a woman, raised his hand, and chopped down without hesitation, without any hesitation in his movements.
The other woman was so frightened that she fell to her knees on the ground, hiding her face and crying. The man raised his knife again and struck the woman on the back.
In the high-definition picture, you can clearly see that a cut was made in the black robe, the flesh and blood were rolled out, and the blood was dripping on the ground.
Watching this scene, Wang Zhen gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.
The man said something more, and then started waving hello, and more than twenty men walked out of the crowd, handing out knives one after another.
A group of people surrounded a man and two women, chanting something, and chopped them down with their hands.
Waving arms...
The sharp light of the sword...
Scream...
blood...
Intertwined under the light of the setting sun.
At first, they still had their heads tilted and their arms were shaking. Later, some looked at their 'masterpiece' and some shouted loudly.
Like a madman!
Until the screams completely ended and the crowd dispersed, on the screen, the corpse could only barely look like a human being, and the square was completely dyed red with blood.
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