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Chapter 152 This is the gap!

Chapter 152 This is the gap!

Author: Brilliant fireworks

Chapter 152 This is the gap!

After hanging up the phone, Xie Bingjun turned around and walked over to a middle-aged, bald, fat man and explained the situation in a low voice.

The fat man nodded slightly and understood.

Wang Zhen's idea is very simple. When the war starts, you can just stay inside and don't come out to cause trouble. This will be the greatest help to us!

This is called obedience!

The fat man's name is Hou Zeguang, he is about 175cm tall, has a Mediterranean hairstyle, wears gold-rimmed glasses, has a round face and a big belly, and smiles all day long. It was he who organized this Chinese businessman's escape from Tel Afel.

Among the group of businessmen doing business on the border, Hou Zeguang has a good reputation. He can escape all the way here and withstand the attacks of terrorists. His three bodyguards are the main force.

There were three other people who also participated in the battle. All three of them had military experience and could really stand up to the challenge at critical moments.

On one side, preparations were made. On the other side, Wang Zhen and his team set off after a short rest. When they approached more than 500 meters away, they stopped and released the drone at the same time.

It's too complicated to control, but it's fine to simply fly over and check out the situation.

An entire abandoned factory, most of the courtyard walls collapsed, and the square and open space were covered with weeds. The reason behind it was that the weeds were relatively short.

There are three dilapidated workshops and a four-story building that looks like it should be an office building.

There were traces of fighting on the outside of the office building. Wang Zhen estimated that Xie Bingjun and the others should be here. This is the only place that is convenient for defense. The drone approached and sure enough, he found someone moving through the window. He zoomed in and saw Asian faces.

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After walking around the small building, I found Arabs with guns behind and on the sides. They were all hiding behind the half-collapsed wall more than a hundred meters away from the small building.

The drone flew towards the factory. From a high altitude, it was seen that the roofs of the three factory buildings all had leaks. One factory building had nearly half collapsed, but the other two were still intact.

And several Arabs with guns were also seen in the picture.

These terrorists did not attack. It seemed that they had given up and did not want to increase casualties.

It cannot be said that the terrorists are not trained and do not understand tactics. If they are compared with anyone else, if it is the Iraqi government army or the Syrian government army, the terrorists are stronger. It is obvious that they are carrying out a siege.

This is Iraq, where it is extremely hot and water resources are scarce. Xie Bingjun and his group of more than 30 people, how much water can they carry with them when they flee?

As long as they are trapped for a few days and thirsty until they have no strength, they can easily win it.

Terrorists are very skilled in this set of tactics.

"I can't tell how many people are in the factory. There are more than 20 people outside." Wang Zhen raised the drone and displayed most of the factory on the screen and said: "In a moment, the poet will go here to cover, mainly responsible for combating terrorism.

The elements may have placed heavy machine guns or RPGs in the factory."

"I, Donkey, and Shrapnel will attack from the front and attract the terrorists to the square. Then there will be the blind man. You decide the timing. I need you to cause maximum damage to them."

"Is there a problem?"

Several people stretched out their hands and made an OK gesture.

Wang Zhen handed the drone to Guo Jingyun to facilitate his post-war monitoring. At the same time, he estimated the straight-line distance from his place to the square and adjusted the impact point of the artillery shells.

The poet bowed and ran out with the M14 on his shoulder. Wang Zhen and the other two retreated all the way to where the pickup truck was parked.

"Shrapnel, you drive one, Wild Boar, you drive one, it's such a powerful firepower." The donkey said carelessly.

"Why didn't you shoot it?" Shrapnel looked at him sideways.

"You can't control the machine gun!"

"fart!"

"You two didn't mention me at all!" Wang Zhen asked with a black face.

"Ahem." The two looked at each other and said at the same time: "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

"Yeah, I won!" Shrapnel waved his arms and said excitedly.

Wang Zhen climbed onto a pickup truck with an expressionless face and threw down the things in the truck bed, so as not to lose them all at once.

Five minutes later, the two cars set off, not very fast. When they were about 300 meters away from the abandoned factory, they suddenly accelerated and rushed out.

As the engine roared, it was quickly heard by everyone in the factory, not only the terrorists, but also the group of Chinese merchants in the small building.

Seeing that it was the Ace version of the armed pickup truck, the terrorists obviously misunderstood something and did not react immediately, but just watched quietly.

When encountering this situation, Shrapnel was naturally not polite. After rushing through the factory gate, he immediately turned the machine gun and started firing "chunk, chut, chut, chut, chut".

The 7.62 NATO bullet was fired directly at several terrorists who were peeping out their heads. After the bullet penetrated the human body, it came out from behind with a large amount of flesh and blood. After being hit with several consecutive bullets, the human body was like a rag doll in a violent storm.

After twisting weirdly for a few times, he fell to the ground with a thud.

The four people instantly became dead souls shot by guns.

The two cars turned the steering wheel at the same time, separated one to the left and the other to the right. They rushed out 20 meters diagonally. Wang Zhen suddenly braked, opened the door and jumped out. He came to the back of the car in two steps, stepped on the tire with one foot, and slammed the car hard.

Climb into the truck bed.

HK416 is very good, but I choose to use machine gun!

The 1,000-round ammunition box is so fun to shoot!

The car was more than 50 meters away, and as soon as it was set up, the terrorists ran out from behind the factory building and the other wall.

I don’t know if they are really brave and unafraid of death, or if they are stupid and bold, or if they have been brainwashed by religion. They are really good!

Wang Zhen and Shrapnel adjusted the muzzle of their guns, and the bullets accurately targeted the terrorists. Anyone who was found, as long as they were not hiding in a bunker, would be beaten into pieces on the spot.

However, after all, the opponent had a large number of people. More than 20 AKs fired at the two vehicles from three directions. The hit rate was indeed close, but the more than 20 AKs, even with Mongolia, instantly hit two pickup trucks with wounds.

Hundreds of holes.

What's more, there is a steady stream of support, relying on abandoned walls as bunkers, relying on warehouses as bunkers, even with semi-circular protective steel plates, Wang Zhen and Shrapnel had to shrink their heads and start to dodge.

"Slow down, slow down, let them out!" Wang Zhen said loudly on the channel.

As their firepower was 'suppressed', the terrorists' momentum suddenly increased.

At the edge of the warehouse, a man wearing a black turban suddenly stood up, carrying a rocket launcher on his shoulder, and aimed at the unarmed pickup truck.

"boom!"

150 meters away, the poet pulled the trigger, and the head of the black turban exploded with a 'bang' just before launching, and the headless body fell backwards, but the RPG was still launched, but the already smashed aiming head did not need to be looked at.

Already.

The warhead flew over ten meters above the pickup truck and flew to an unknown place.

But it's just one person dying, and human life is of the least value here. This doesn't scare the terrorists, so the firepower becomes more and more fierce.

Lying behind a bare window on the fourth floor, Hou Zeguang stuck out his fat head and frowned more and more as he watched the firefight below. It looked like the people of Guanghui Defense had been severely suppressed, and the terrorists were still attacking.

Move behind the two vehicles.

Once they complete the encirclement, the semicircular protective steel plate will be useless!

"This... do you want to help them?" Hou Zeguang was unsure of the situation and turned back to look at Xie Bingjun.

"No!" Xie Bingjun answered simply. He was not obedient, but his grasp of the battlefield was very sensitive. Otherwise, he would not have been able to retreat for more than 200 kilometers with only six people and still be able to persist here for 2 days.

time.

"Boss, look, they seem to be in a panic, but in fact they are not. Only these three people took action, and if you listen to their machine gun fire, it is very rhythmic, and there is no chaos from beginning to end." Xie Bingjun pointed at Wang Zhen and said.

: "The snipers in ambush outside fired only one shot, targeting the RPG. This shows that the snipers were not panicked and eager. It is obvious that the current fighting situation was deliberately created by them."

"According to the envoy...According to the intelligence over there, there are six people in Guanghui Defense. I conclude that they still have people on the periphery to attract more terrorists to show up."

"If the terrorists are hiding, it will be difficult to fight."

After hearing Xie Bingjun's analysis, Hou Zeguang immediately felt at ease.

These people all have their own strengths.

"Drive people away to the left." Guo Jingyun said in the channel while staring at the screen.

"Received!" Wang Zhenluzi replied, and more firepower was poured towards the right side, especially the warehouse. The ordinary yellow mud brick wall cannot withstand the destruction of 7.62 bullets, and it can basically guarantee that the gun can penetrate the wall.

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As the two paid close attention, the terrorists who relied on the thin wall of the warehouse as a bunker were named one by one, and they had to gather towards the other side.

On the left is near the small office building. There is a brick waste area, which is a good bunker and makes it easier for terrorists to go around and hit Wang Zhen and their flanks.

As the terrorists moved, Guo Jingyun placed the screen on the ground, held the gun barrel with his left hand, and five shells were lined up on his right.

He adjusted the angle slightly, picked up a cannonball with his right hand and put it down, "kick" and "swish"

"Mortar!" Xie Bingjun shouted suddenly while hiding in the small office building.

Before he finished speaking, there was a "boom", and the collapsed masonry waste area was swept by a burst of fire and smoke, followed by flying broken bricks and shrill screams.

Guo Jingyun stared at the screen. The smoke had just dispersed a little, and he murmured to himself, "It's off by 1.5 meters."

With this calibration, Guo Jingyun will be sure of the future.

"Damn terrorists, try if my cannon tastes good enough!" Guo Jingyun cursed, grabbed another cannonball with his right hand and put it down.

"Kick", "swish" and "boom"

"Kick", "swish" and "boom"

"Kick", "swish" and "boom"

After three quick bursts, the entire masonry waste area was enveloped in the smoke and dust generated by the explosion. The exact number of terrorist losses was unclear, but there were indeed no bullets fired over there.

"Beautiful!" Xie Bingjun waved his hands fiercely, his face flushed with excitement. This mortar looks like a champion in a martial arts competition!

He thought it was beautiful, and so did Wang Zhen.

However, Wang Zhen's reaction was not to wave his hand, but to start shooting wildly at the remaining people with a heavy machine gun!

Without the side firepower, just a few smashes left on the warehouse side pose no threat at all.

Under the crossfire of two heavy machine guns, the thin brick wall was quickly penetrated.



Please give me a monthly ticket!

It’s the end of the month, and in the last two days, the sales have been in the tens of thousands since it was put on the shelves. Seeing that the fireworks have worked so hard, the monthly tickets are indispensable!

(End of chapter)


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