Chapter 70 I will never get used to it, ever! (Additional updates)
Author: Brilliant fireworks
Chapter 70 I will never get used to it, ever! (Additional updates)
Put down the tablet, the drone's power is limited, and with the round trip distance, it has already started to return home.
There was silence, no one spoke.
George wanted to say something, but after looking at the faces of Golden Retriever and Wang Zhen, he decisively chose to shut up.
Wang Zhen didn't know what to say. He had heard of a video of a terrorist beheading someone before. At that time, he really didn't have a strong impression of terrorists.
But after seeing it with his own eyes, a fire really burned in his chest, which made him so angry that he wished he could blow up all these people to death right now.
It's not a question of whether it's bloody or not, he just can't accept this kind of cruelty from the bottom of his heart, this kind of cold-blooded cruelty to his own kind.
In the past, Wang Zhen actually didn't have a good impression of Lao Mei. Although public knowledge was rampant on the Chinese Internet at this time, he could see clearly from abroad.
That's why he refused to become a U.S. citizen.
But at this moment, he did have some recognition of the old American government to a certain extent. No matter what, it would never be wrong to fight against terrorists.
The most active in the world, investing the most money and having the most power.
Don't mention any starting point, no one has a good heart, just look at the results.
These people are not fucking human beings and should all be executed!
"Okay, stop paying attention. Let's eat something. We have to fight tonight." The golden retriever stood up and patted his butt. After all, he had been in the Middle East for many years. Maybe he had seen a lot more cruelty and had the ability to accept it.
Much better than Wang Zhen.
"What the hell..." Wang Zhen bit his lip and couldn't eat it anymore!
"Just get used to it." Donkey patted Wang Zhen on the shoulder and consoled him.
"I will never get used to it, ever!" Wang Zhen said with a cold face.
"They have always been like this, so they are terrorists." George whispered.
"Then kill them all." Wang Zhen snorted, reaching out and hitting George's chest hard, "But we will never take the initiative to attack innocent people, because we are not terrorists, we are PMCs. Maybe we are not absolutely just.
But we are definitely not evil!"
George pursed his lips and stepped back step by step, not daring to say anything.
Bayonet, poet, shovel, everyone who walked by Wang Zhen patted his shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. They couldn't express it so clearly, but this is what they wanted to say.
After that, everyone had no desire to speak and kept silent as they made preparations.
Until dark, at 8:00, after a night prayer, most of the villagers went home, leaving only a few terrorists patrolling both sides of the main road and near several exits of the village.
It looked like a night vigil, but Wang Zhen felt that it was more likely to prevent people in the town from escaping.
He didn't believe that everyone in the village, especially those whose relatives had died at the hands of terrorists, would become terrorists!
At 9:30, everyone in the Scythe team began to make the last preparations.
This time, in addition to conventional equipment, each person also carried an AN/PVS-14 third-generation individual low-light night vision device.
It is a monocular night vision device produced by the American company L3 and has been in service with the US military and NATO since 2000. The price is US$3,699.
Wang Zhen now serves as a commando in the team, and the complete set of equipment cost more than 10,000 U.S. dollars. He still remembers that Golden Retriever asked him if he wanted to equip an infrared night vision device. Wang Zhen's reply was heroic, "Buy it."
You can't treat yourself badly when fighting, you only have one life, so of course you have to be armed!"
As a result, when he asked, he learned that the contract purchase price of the old PAS13 model from the US government was US$17,000. If he wanted a high-resolution detection element, it would be US$22,000. Wang Zhen turned decisively and said, "It's just a fight. Where can I get a completely matte one?"
For the environment, low-light night vision devices are enough. If you don’t have anything to fight the U.S. and aid Korea, you won’t win. People must rely on themselves!!”
After sorting out the equipment and checking the firearms, Golden Retriever gave the order and set off!
The vehicle turned off its lights and stopped 2 kilometers away from the target.
In order to avoid alerting the other party, this last section needs to be walked.
Poet and Shovel respectively led ten people to set off. Fortunately, these people were all selected veterans. They had more contact with Americans and British people and they also understood English.
At 10:25, the three teams approached the predetermined position, and the drone took off again for the last reconnaissance.
"Rest on the spot for 5 minutes and start the attack at 10:30. Poet and shovel, make preparations for mortar design, adjust the shooting points, target the main road, and the poet is responsible for the middle section!" Jin Mao ordered.
No one here is a professional mortar shooter. Of course, everyone has received infantry training and knows how to use it, including adjusting the shooting elements according to distance.
This is not to say that these muscular guys can do math immediately. There is relevant software on the mobile phone that automatically calculates after inputting the conditions.
But that's all. It's impossible to point out where to hit.
At 10:30, the Golden Retriever whispered, "Move forward."
With a wave of his hand, everyone, including the Iraqis behind him, dispersed and headed toward the village while bending over.
I don’t know if God can’t stand the inhuman things like terrorists. There’s no moon tonight, it’s quite dark, and you can’t see anything in the wild if you’re more than 100 meters apart.
They were all veterans, and no one made a sound along the way. When they reached about 100 meters, the golden retriever raised his hand, and everyone stopped. Without any instructions, the group of Iraqis began to disperse and look for shooting positions.
Golden Retriever squatted on the ground and looked at the direction of the village through the scope.
Five people are sitting or standing, two are in the front and three are in the back.
After waiting for less than a minute, a voice sounded on the channel, "The poet has arrived at the scheduled location."
"The shovel has arrived at its intended location."
"Get ready." Wang Zhen squatted on the ground and started taking aim.
"beat!"
"Da Da" "Da Da" "Da Da" "Da Da"
Rapid bursts of gunfire rang out from three sides, and the dense gunfire broke the tranquility of the night.
In the scope, the target sitting against the wall only trembled, no blood could be seen, and fell to the ground on its side.
"One!" Wang Zhen calculated silently in his mind.
Aiming, shooting, adjusting the muzzle, in the scope, Wang Zhen clearly saw the man standing next to the wall shrinking his neck reflexively, bowing, kicking the ground, and running away, all in one movement.
They are all old terrorists. They will never be stunned when they hear the sound of gunfire, let alone look around, and then they will be shot dead on the spot like a stupid roe deer.
But this is not a problem for Wang Zhen, who is hot-headed and hot-blooded. He quickly and slightly adjusts the muzzle. Within a hundred meters, there is no need to adjust the advance amount. "Click!"
A short burst of fire, the man in the scope rolled over and jumped out.
"two!"
Eliminate violence, bring peace and justice, do justice for heaven, and send these evil spirits to hell!
Wang Zhen, I want to kill you!
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