"Fifty-sixth!" After Marcelo shot an Iraqi in the head, he spat out a number, held the weapon and lowered his head to change the magazine.
Compared to Okamoto, who was hiding in the dark and cautiously attacking like a rat, Marcelo was more open and aboveboard, directly blocking an alley with an AK47 in his hand. It can be said that people come to kill, and Buddha comes.
Killing the Buddha is extremely majestic. Just now, six Iraqi soldiers launched a charge together, but Marcelo easily eliminated them all by himself.
There are bullet casings on the ground. Next to Marcelo are some captured Iraqi weapons. There are many types. Most of them are loaded with bullets and can be replaced at any time. There are also two Type 56s with military spurs hanging on them. This is
Marcelo's last plan is to engage in hand-to-hand combat if he is approached.
"If I had known better, I wouldn't have been with that damn Japanese. Killing these Iraqis is easier than hunting. Five days is enough for me to kill a sufficient number of Iraqis!"
Marcelo somewhat regretted following Okamoto to complete some plan, not to mention wasting time, and was also frightened. With the skills of these Iraqis, Marcelo believed that he could complete the task without pressure.
Three more Iraqis walked to the front of the alley and saw the bodies lying on the ground. The three Iraqis immediately stopped and prepared to leave.
But at this time, Marcelo kept shouting in a low voice: "HELP, HELP!" He was speaking in English. The only people who can speak English on the battlefield are the US military.
The three Iraqis looked at each other and stopped in unison: "There seems to be an American here, and it sounds like he is injured! Let's take a look. If we catch an American, but
What a great achievement!"
After the Iraqi soldier finished speaking, the other two Iraqi soldiers also stopped and looked at each other.
During the Iraq War, if an Iraqi soldier could capture an American soldier, even an ordinary American private.
This is an event worthy of being commended by the entire army, and the reward is very generous. In the early days of the war, an Iraqi soldier killed two American soldiers. He was personally received by Lao Sa and commended, and he became an officer.
"Is it too dangerous inside? It's better if we don't go there?" One soldier was obviously moved, but when he saw the pile of corpses lying in front of him, he was a little uneasy and did not dare to step forward.
"What if there are other Americans inside? There are at least thirty or forty corpses here. There should be more than one American. Maybe there are also his friendly forces?" Another soldier expressed his worries.
The leading Iraqi soldier looked at the corpses on the ground and then at the corpses piled up at the intersection. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't go, I'll go alone. I've had enough of being cannon fodder. I'm going, you guys."
If you want to follow, just follow. If you don't follow me, don't expect me to be able to help you when I get rich!"
"You can go ahead, I'll leave first!" Finally, a soldier shook his head and continued to run for his life, leaving two Iraqi soldiers who looked at each other, holding their weapons tightly, and slowly moved forward little by little.
Walk through the path.
"Help, help..." Marcelo heard the footsteps coming from the intersection, getting closer and closer to him, and shouted harder.
"Just in front, I'm passing, you cover me!" The leading Iraqi heard the sound getting closer and closer, took a deep breath and walked a few steps forward quickly, while another Iraqi soldier behind him walked behind him
The distance between the two of them was about three to four meters.
"Da da da!" Just when the Iraqi soldier thought he was about to catch the Americans, Marcelo suddenly stood up from the ground and shot at the Iraqis in front of him. The Iraqi at the front had no reaction.
He was directly shot to death by Marcelo, while another Iraqi raised his gun and was about to pull the trigger, but was also shot to death by Marcelo.
"Bah!" Marcelo spat, jumped out of the bunker holding the weapon, then walked in front of the Iraqi soldiers, picked up the weapons of the two Iraqis, and quickly ran to his bunker.
Prepare to continue fishing for law enforcement.
This method works well, and many Iraqis have been fooled. People who are curious on the battlefield often die the fastest.
Just as Marcelo was about to return to the bunker, the roar of tanks came from behind. Marcelo immediately lay motionless on the ground, pretending to be a dead body.
Yu Yang stood on the top of the tank, half of his body exposed, holding the machine gun on the top of the M1A1 tank in his hand. This was Yu Yang's second round of inspection on the battlefield. During the first round, Yu Yang was hiding in the tank.
After the shot was fired, during the second lap, the Iraqis on the periphery had basically been eliminated. Yu Yang began to poke his head out and use the 12.7mm large-caliber machine gun above the tank to fire additional shots.
"Hey, Tevez, there are a lot of Iraqi corpses in this alley. Stop for a moment and I'll shoot them!" After passing by a small road, Yu Yang said something, Tevez slowly moved the tank
Back to the intersection.
"Yu, here's a watermelon for you, hey hey hey, we got it from the logistics department yesterday, and the entire tank battalion got a few of them!" After parking the car, Tevez opened the hatch from above the driver's seat, exposed his head, and handed over
Give Yu Yang a piece of cut watermelon.
"Thank you very much for this damn weather. It's only April and it's already so hot in Iraq. If it comes to May, it will probably be hotter than Africa!"
Yu Yang took the watermelon and took two bites immediately. The weather in the Middle East was really too hot. It was already over 30 degrees in mid-April. Yu Yang was sweating profusely. Being able to eat watermelon was the happiest thing.
Yu Yang was eating watermelon while turning the muzzle of his machine gun. There were dead bodies on the ground, and those who were not dead were only breathing. The surrounding area had been cleared once, so there should be no remaining Iraqis.
"Da da da da..."
Yu Yang pulled the trigger and roughly shot through the pile of corpses. He looked at the mission reminder on his wrist. The numbers were not updated. It seemed that all the Iraqis here were dead and there were no holes to pick up.
After finishing the watermelon, Yu Yang casually threw the watermelon rind into the path. Yu Yang glanced over unintentionally and saw a place similar to a weapons rack with many weapons placed, but Yu Yang didn't pay attention.
, I saw no living people where I entered. This place should have been an Iraqi position before, but I don’t know when it was captured by friendly forces.
"Let's go, Tevez, do you still have any watermelon? Give me another piece!"
