"It is meaningless for us to continue in this stalemate. We need to kill as many Iraqis as possible now instead of wasting time pointlessly here, so I think how about we each take a step back!"
Okamoto Sakata looked at the white man in front of him, rolled his eyes, and decided not to waste time for the time being. For the two of them, the most important thing was to complete the task and get into the top three.
Marcelo nodded: "Of course, I think so too. I think it's better for me to stay away from you. You stay here and don't move. Otherwise, I promise I will shoot you immediately!"
After Marcelo finished speaking, he slowly and cautiously stepped back. The two of them were now wary of each other. Marcelo took every step very carefully. Neither of them dared to show anything.
of flaws.
"OK, we had a great time working together for the first time. I hope we can work together happily this time too!" Marcelo roughly retreated to a safe area, yelled, and immediately jumped to another
The place disappeared under Okamoto's gun.
After Okamoto saw Marcelo leaving, he kept aiming his gun at where Marcelo might appear for a minute, and then slowly retreated from the other exit.
The other side of the battlefield
Yu Yang hid behind an abandoned tank and kept shooting at the Iraqis. He had forgotten how many magazines he had used up. He no longer had any reserve ammunition.
The weapons were all picked up from corpses in Iraq. The types were very complicated, including 56, AK, and some M16s that were eliminated by the US military. The shapes were very complex, and most of the ammunition was basically incompatible. Yu Yang could not effectively collect ammunition.
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"I need a weapon, I need a weapon, one of you can send me a weapon!" Yu Yang shouted after emptying the AK in his hand again.
After hearing Yu Yang's call, another American soldier not far away pointed to the tank in front of Yu Yang: "Yu, there is a weapons rack in the tank next to you. There should be weapons on it. Go in and look for it."
one time!"
"Received, thank you!" Yu Yang directly grabbed a handle of the tank with his hand, and then climbed onto the US military's M1A1 main battle tank with all his strength.
There was no damage to this tank, it was simply abandoned by the Americans. Fortunately, the Iraqis were stupid and did not open the tank, otherwise the building might have been destroyed by now.
These tank drivers had already fled into the building. As for the talent of discarding ordnance, the Americans perfectly inherited the British genes and completely discarded a well-preserved war weapon, just like the British did in Myanmar.
Exactly the same.
Just as he climbed above the tank, several bullets hit the area around Yu Yang's tank, and Yu Yang got directly into the tank.
Thank you to these tank soldiers who opened the manhole cover of the tank without hesitation when escaping for their lives. Otherwise, Yu Yang would not know where to enter the tank. After all, he had never come into contact with a US military tank.
After rolling into the tank, Yu Yang immediately shuddered. He was sweating from the battle just now. The air conditioner in this American tank was still on. The temperature outside was at least 35 degrees, and inside the tank
It was only over 20 degrees, and when Yu Yang, who was covered in sweat, came in, he was immediately frozen and had goosebumps all over his body.
"Damn, Americans really know how to enjoy it!" Yu Yang looked inside the tank and saw an uneaten watermelon. He immediately picked it up and devoured it for a few mouthfuls. He didn't even have time to swallow it, so he went to pick it up from the weapons rack.
Loading an M4 and seven magazines on his body, he climbed out of the tank again.
As soon as he jumped off the tank, a wounded Iraqi soldier suddenly jumped up, grabbed Yu Yang's thigh, and threw Yu Yang to the ground.
Unprepared, Yu Yang was pulled directly to the ground. The wounded Iraqi soldier pounced forward and pinned Yu Yang under him. However, his thigh was injured and his movement was very inconvenient. He only pressed on Yu Yang's chest.
Location.
Yu Yang punched the wounded Iraqi soldier on the head, then turned over hard, directly pressing the Iraqi soldier under his body, and then hit the wounded Iraqi soldier hard on the head with the butt of his gun.
The blood on his face had just solidified and was stained red again.
"Bah!" Yu Yang chewed his mouth and swallowed a little of the watermelon in his mouth. More of it was spit out by Yu Yang directly. The taste of watermelon mixed with human blood was not very delicious.
"Devil, devil, man-eating devil!" An Iraqi soldier was hiding in a bunker not far behind the tank, and had just stared at Yu Yang for a long time.
Just as he was about to shoot, he saw Yu Yang spit out a large piece of red object from his mouth, which looked like human flesh. He was so frightened that he dropped the weapon in his hand and rolled back.
Run away.
After Yu Yang heard the noise, he immediately glanced over. He didn't know what the Iraqi was shouting, but it looked like it was definitely not a good word. He immediately pulled the trigger and killed the Iraqi directly.
"Damn it, why are there so many Iraqis here!" Yu Yang picked up his weapon and saw that he was running among the tanks. After walking seven or eight steps, he encountered four or five Iraqi soldiers, some injured or not.
There were also some who pretended to be dead, but they were all shot to death by Yu Yang, and they arrived at the gate without any danger.
The Iraqis had begun to retreat. News of Qusay's retreat had spread throughout the Iraqi army. What was originally an orderly retreat turned into a rout.
The Iraqi commander who occasionally showed up before has disappeared. Now all that is left on the battlefield are a group of stragglers. There are about more than 3,000 people. What does the scene of more than 3,000 people retreating in chaos look like? You throw out two people at will.
A brick can hit one or two people, or even more.
The Iraqis retreated very quickly. Yu Yang opened fire while firing, unable to catch up with these Iraqis. Yu Yang pulled the trigger crazily, looked at the Iraqi soldiers getting further and further away, gritted his teeth, and directly
He turned over and jumped into a US main battle tank not far behind him.
He may not be able to fire a tank or operate the US military's fire control system, but he has been an armored soldier for three months and can still drive a tank. In this situation, it is better to crush a tank than to use a gun.
Shooting down enemies is much faster and safer.
"Yu, what are you doing? Damn it, those Iraqis have RPGs in their hands!" After seeing the Iraqis begin to retreat, John breathed a long sigh of relief. He stood at the window to observe the battlefield situation and saw Yu Yang jumping into a tank.
Then the tank started to move slowly!
The red-eyed Yu Yang didn't care so much. He stepped on the accelerator, the tank engine roared, and he rushed out of the gate of the US military camp.
PS: At 10:20 in the morning, I was blessed with a thousand pieces of gold, the joy of building a tile, six pounds and four taels, this chapter is given to my lovely little Twelve, I hope that Little Twelve can be healthy and grow up happily, hey
