"We are retreating, boss!" One of Kusai's guards walked up to Kusai and whispered. Kusai didn't like others calling him an official. He had a special hobby since he was a child.
, just likes others to call him boss. No one knows why, not even Kusai himself.
Kusai looked at the U-shaped building unwillingly again, and slammed his fist on the table: "Almost, almost, damn, these Americans count themselves lucky, I will definitely not do it next time
Make life easy for you Americans! Let’s withdraw!”
After finishing speaking, Kusai stood up, and immediately several guards began to pack their things.
"What about the two of them?" One of the guards pointed at Okamoto Sakata and Marcelo. Now these two people have little effect on Kusai. Kusai touched his chin and looked at Okamoto Sakata.
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"I remember you said that you still have information about the Soviet Union, right? OK, I'm also very interested in that information, but not now. My car seats are limited, so I can't take you away. If you can
If you survive the battlefield, I will find you!"
After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave. When he walked to the door, he stopped slightly and said, "By the way, give them a weapon and let them send them to the front line. If they are afraid of fighting, just kill them!"
"Yes, boss!" The two guards glanced at Okamoto Sakata and Marcelo, and casually picked up two AKs and two magazines and handed them to them: "You two, follow me, and I will take you to the front line.
, if you dare to run, hey hey hey!"
Originally, when Okamoto Sakata heard that Kusai was still interested in his Soviet intelligence, he wanted to slap himself twice for talking too much. Now he doesn't want to follow Kusai at all, and he wants to stay here.
Obviously, the plan to kill the first cheater has failed. Now the only way to complete the task is to kill the enemy. If Kusai takes them, there is no way they can kill him in front of Kusai.
Iraqi.
However, Kusai's last words saved them and sent them to the battlefield. Okamoto Sakata is now very grateful to Kusai and will not take him with him. Otherwise, he will have to find a way to escape and take the handover from the guard.
Weapons, Okamoto Sakata grinned: "Don't worry, we won't be deserters!"
"I hope so, otherwise, I will blow your heads off with my gun. You know, many cowards have died under my gun. Let's go, don't stay here!"
The guard opened his mouth and smiled, looking a little cruel, as if he was expecting Okamoto and Marcelo to become deserters, and then used his own weapons to blow their heads off.
Kusai retreated quickly. When Okamoto and Marcelo walked out of the room, Kusai had disappeared. Also disappearing with him were his stretched luxury car and hundreds of guards.
The original Iraqi command center suddenly became empty, leaving only the two of them and the guards escorting them.
The Iraqi soldiers on the front line got the news of Qusay's retreat from somewhere. They shouted various slogans such as retreat, escape, etc. Some of the Iraqi soldiers who had just rushed toward the U.S. military camp aggressively began to slowly move toward them.
Then they retreated, but these retreating soldiers did not retreat in a big rout, but took turns to cover, and the retreat was very orderly.
When Okamoto and Marcelo were sent to the front line, there was already some chaos on the front line. The retreating soldiers were retreating in an orderly manner, while some soldiers were still attacking, but the offensive firepower was weaker than before.
Many of the suppressed firepower points of the US military began to revive and began to harvest the lives of Iraqis.
Okamoto Sakata and Marcelo found a bunker, crouched behind the bunker, and started shooting randomly at the U.S. military camp. After Okamoto Sakata fired the machine gun in a decent manner, he winked at Marcelo.
He gently made a gesture of cutting his throat. When Marcelo saw it, he immediately nodded, knowing what Okamoto Sakata meant.
The two guards squatted not far from Okamoto and Marcelo, constantly assessing the battlefield situation. If something went wrong, they would retreat immediately. As for the life and death of the two people in front of them, they had no control over it. At worst, they would just shoot when they left.
Of course, we have to pretend to kill him now. After all, it is a task given by Ku Sai, so we still need to give him snacks, otherwise Ku Sai will not be able to do the job well.
Okamoto Sakata turned his head and looked at the two guards behind him, with a flattering smile on his face: "Brothers, I wonder if you have any cigarettes in your hands? I want to smoke a cigarette to relieve stress. I'm a little nervous!
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The guard looked at Okamoto Sakata and casually took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He first took out one and put it in his mouth, then passed one to his companion. At this time, both of their hands had left the trigger.
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Although the two guards looked down on Okamoto and Marcelo, they had to admire their ability to find bunkers. The bunkers they found did not have to worry about being discovered by the enemy when smoking, and the two guards could smoke without worry.
"Hey, white man, do you want one too?"
"Thank you!" Marcelo also turned his head. After hearing what the guards said, he said thank you. But while saying thank you, he raised his hand and picked up his weapon, and fired it at the two guards.
trigger.
A burst of gunfire rang out, and Marcelo shot two Iraqi guards to death. After killing the two guards, Marcelo immediately pointed the gun at Okamoto Sakata, and at the same time, he bent down and walked quickly in front of them, and shot a
He picked up a lit cigarette and took two puffs of a cigarette mixed with blood. At the same time, Okamoto Sakata also pointed his gun at Marcelo.
"Hehehe, it seems that we two have similar ideas!" Okamoto Sakata laughed immediately after seeing this scene. This white man had similar ideas to him and wanted to kill the other person immediately.
"After seeing you so wonderfully sowing discord, how could I not be on guard against you? The American casualties should be quite large this time. There should be no such battle in history. Do you think I should be on guard against you?
Marcelo also sneered. Fortunately, he was prepared, otherwise he would have been lying down by now.
Neither of the two people dared to move, because the muzzles of both sides were pointing at the other's body rather than the head. One shot would definitely not kill the other. As long as one fired the gun himself, the other would pull the trigger before dying.
In such a narrow bunker, there is no place to hide, and the end result is that both sides will suffer losses.
