The convoy speeded up. The donkey standing in the bed of the pickup truck grabbed the heavy machine gun, grinned, raised his foot and gently kicked the ammunition box next to him.
There are at least 400 rounds of ammunition left, which is enough for him to have a good time!
It's closer, the distance is even closer.
From a distance, Donkey could already see the explosion of fire over there.
There was no rush to shoot. Although the range of the heavy machine gun could reach more than 700 meters, it was not very accurate.
After getting closer to more than 300 meters, the donkey suddenly pulled the trigger.
"Da da da da da"
"Da da da da da"
It doesn't matter whether Qing Yishui's long shot is accurate or not, what is important is the momentum of a charge.
Of course, there are tracer bullets to calibrate the ballistics, and the welded machine gun mount can greatly reduce the recoil. Ignoring the bumps of the car itself, the accuracy is still acceptable.
The bullets fired from the heavy machine gun lashed out like steel whips, spanning a distance of 300 meters, destroying all obstacles on the trajectory.
Originally, in order to intercept the Glorious Team, the terrorists adjusted their defenses inward, but were hit from behind by Red Viper and suffered heavy losses.
Just as he turned around to take a breath, the Glory Team came to kill him again.
Attacked from both sides, three of the remaining dozen or so people were swept to death by donkeys on the spot.
Several terrorists quickly turned around to fight back, but they continued to rush forward as if they didn't see the shrapnel.
"Ula!" the donkey shouted, gripping the heavy machine gun, and became even more cheerful.
Several rounds of bullets hit the two terrorists violently, and the 7.62 NATO bullets directly tore the terrorists' bodies. The two fell to the ground screaming, and their blood sprayed on the people around them as if they were free.
"Sit tight!" Rushing out of the city, Shrapnel suddenly shouted. Turning the steering wheel, the pickup suddenly rushed down the road and into the yellow sand next to it.
The terrorists have set up steel roadblocks on the highway, which they will definitely not be able to break through.
The donkey turned the muzzle of the gun, and the bumpy carriage made the bullets float up and down, drawing several undulating arcs in the air.
Holding down the muzzle of the gun, when he rushed through the roadblock, a stream of bullets swept up again, smashing the sandbags and beating the car like a honeycomb.
The two cars behind quickly rushed down the road and rushed out along the ruts.
Wang Zhen tried to shoot, but gave up after trying once. It was too bumpy and his head almost hit the roof of the car.
With a clanking sound, the three cars jumped more than two hundred meters away, and then the donkeys returned to the road.
Nie Huixiong and others in the car were so excited that their faces turned red and their necks thickened, and they started roaring in the car. They didn't know what they were shouting about, but they were just yelling, shouting, and venting their anger.
In less than half an hour, I have experienced life and death several times. I really had a brush with death. I didn’t feel it before. It was probably because I was too nervous. I just found that my stomach hurt when I breathed, and I realized that a bullet had been fired.
On the body armor, if it weren't for the body armor, he would be dead!
I don’t know what happened to the others, but Nie Huixiong was really frightened.
At the speed of life and death, I don't know whether it is safer to stay in Ace's control area, or whether it is more dangerous to escape along the way...
"Shovel, prepare to retreat." Wang Zhen put down his gun and called Shovel.
"I've already gotten on the bus, and the Red Viper people are still blocking me." Shovel said with a smile, "They did a good job."
"See you in Erbil."
The latter part of the road was taken by Red Viper before, and it was a bit detoured. The whole journey was about 120 kilometers. At dawn, the group finally entered Erbil.
"I have a residence here, go to my place." Nie Huixiong said in the channel: "Brother Wang, I want to thank you for your life-saving grace."
"You're welcome, you also spent money, okay, you can show me the way." Wang Zhen said.
It is still a three-story building, but it has a large courtyard, which is larger than the one in Mosul, and has warehouses and accommodation.
After getting off the bus, the disgraced people walked into the small building.
"Brother Wang, there are bathrooms upstairs and downstairs. You guys should take a shower first," Nie Huixiong said with enthusiasm.
Wang Zhen looked around and said with a smile: "Okay, Brother Nie, there's no need. You've been running around all night, and you've been frightened a lot. You guys should wash up quickly, rest, and refresh yourself."
"We also have to seize the time to rest."
"No, no, we have to have a meal together. I'll let you go now because of the grace of saving my life. Then others will say that I, old Nie, am ungrateful." Nie Huixiong grabbed Wang Zhen's arm.
A deal is a deal, and a relationship is a relationship. He must capture Wang Zhen no matter what.
Although I had vowed never to do business in Iraq again after I escaped, after all, you have to spend your life to make money.
But now after actually escaping, Nie Huixiong immediately forgot his previous oath.
It's just talk, how can it be taken seriously?
What's wrong with the danger point? How many people want to be in danger but haven't had the chance yet!
Besides, now that he has met Wang Zhen, his mind has become more active. The Chinese are xenophobic at heart, and he cannot trust those foreign mercenaries no matter what. Not to mention that foreigners value contracts, commitments, and credibility.
He has been living abroad for so many years and has seen a lot. He doesn’t need to do one thing in front of you or behind his back. He only regrets cheating you!
But if he can find military support behind him, then...
"Yes, yes, brother Wang, I can't sleep now, I'm so excited, I need to drink some wine to calm down the shock." The friend who almost killed Nie Huixiong, named Bao Zhongping, also stood up and said.
What Nie Huixiong wants, he also wants.
"At another time, I wouldn't be polite to you. It's not just you who are trapped in Mosul. Brother Nie called early, and there are still six people trapped in Mosul." Wang Zhen said with a look on his face.
He said solemnly: "We are all compatriots. They have come to me for help. I can't just watch. I will try my best to save people."
"Go back and have a rest. We still have to go. As for drinking, there's no rush."
"Several brothers are doing business in Iraq. We have many opportunities. Wait until I rescue all the people trapped in the terrorist blockade this time."
After hearing what Wang Zhen said, several people immediately shut up with regretful expressions on their faces. Human lives were at stake, and the priority must be to save others.
"Then... like this, sit down for a while. I've been going back and forth for a few hours. Let's take a short break and drink some water." Nie Huixiong invited everyone to sit down in the living room.
Turning on the air conditioner, there were two large long mahogany sofas in the living room, a large tea table, and a Gongfu tea set. Nie Huixiong washed his hands and started messing around.
"I remember Ess occupied Mosul in June, right? It's already January, why are you still going there?" Guo Jingyun couldn't help but ask as he sat down.
"No matter whether you are a terrorist or a government force occupying Mosul, the 1.5 million people still need to eat and wear clothes. If people are still alive, they will not be short of our goods." Bao Zhongping smiled.
Said: "Don't look at the chaos over there, but because of the chaos, transportation and supplies are blocked, and supplies are scarce, so prices are higher and you earn more."
"In the entire Iraq, including Syria, 80% of daily necessities come from our country, and only 20% are imported from Turkey. The market is there, and everyone is clamoring for goods, so we definitely can't let it go.
No business is being done."
The corner of Guo Jingyun's mouth twitched, you want money rather than your life, right?
"Actually, it wasn't that dangerous before. After all, we can't make a big profit when the goods are delivered. Others make a big profit, and they can't lack us. Safety can still be guaranteed." Bao Zhongping said with a sigh on his face.
"Is there anyone doing business among terrorists?" Guo Jingyun looked like he had a collapsed outlook on his face. The terrorists in his impression all drank air, and they only prayed and killed people all day long...
"There must be some. They also need to eat, but most of them are big and influential local families doing business. We sell our goods to them after we deliver them. They are the ones who make the biggest profit."
"Ais's people didn't touch those people?" Guo Jingyun asked.
"How could you touch them?" Wang Zhen took over and said: "You can just think of the big local Arab families as the landowners and officials in ancient China. When the Mongols came, they worked for the Mongols. The Ming Dynasty left them.
Serve as an official for the Ming Dynasty. When the Manchus come, they serve as officials for the Manchus. No matter whether the ruler’s surname is Zhu or Aixinjueluo, they must be counted on to manage the people.”
"Brother Wang summed it up brilliantly." Bao Zhongping raised his thumb and praised: "Terrorists must also count on them. Otherwise, how can those guys who only shoot out with guns and are full of extreme ideas manage the city? Let them
If we manage it for at least half a month, the whole city will starve to death."
"As long as the local big families are willing to cooperate, Aisi will not dare to touch them at all. Moreover, Aisi's arms, daily necessities, and crude oil from the occupied oil wells all depend on these big families for trafficking. This is the biggest obstacle for terrorists.
Source of funding, without them, Ace Ace would be nothing.”
"No, this... this..." Guo Jingyun opened his mouth, not knowing what to say at all.
He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, his academic performance is poor, and he joined the army at the age of 18. If you want to talk about political ideology, he must be very good, but if you want to talk about these twists and turns, he doesn't understand at all.
At this moment, in Guo Jingyun's mind, those so-called local big families are collaborators and traitors. After liberation, they will all be pulled out and liquidated. Every one of these people will be shot.
If you don’t kill them all, it won’t be enough to make the people angry!
At this moment, Guo Jingyun looked at several compatriots with strange eyes.
What is the difference between delivering supplies to areas occupied by terrorists and smuggling supplies to the Qing Dynasty?
"The guilty ones are the terrorists and have nothing to do with the civilians." Wang Zhen patted Guo Jingyun on the shoulder, "Just because the terrorists have occupied this place, we cannot blockade it and cause the local civilians to starve to death. That is an act of the Kuomintang Party.
"
Guo Jingyun blinked, what he said made sense, but he felt something was wrong. Anyway, his mind was very confused, so he shook it hard.
Forget it, this is not something that a soldier like me should consider.