Early the next morning, the sun slowly rose from the east. A convoy was moving quickly on the desert on the border of Pakistan and Afghanistan. Yu Yang held a hand map in his hand and stared at the picture on the hand map. More than ten vehicles were driving in the desert.
, this is Big Beard’s team.
Yesterday evening's battle caused heavy losses to the Americans, but the U.S. intelligence agency, which had regained its seriousness, was extremely terrifying, conducted all-pervasive investigations, and searched for details, and finally determined the location of Big Beard in the middle of the night.
The bearded man didn't know that the Americans had discovered them, and he was sitting in the car eating breakfast. Among these jeeps, the one in the middle was the bearded man's car. At this time, beside him, his little wife was waiting on him carefully.
After the bearded man finished his breakfast, he looked at the time and waved his hand: "Stop the car, it's time to do morning rituals now!"
"Okay, leader!" After the driver stopped the car, a servant immediately took out the things for the bearded morning ritual and carefully laid out the blanket.
The seven living hosts looked at each other. Haldi knelt down behind the bearded man helplessly and performed morning prayers together. He now also believes in Islam and needs to pray five times a day.
"This is a waste of time!" Several hosts who did not believe in Islam were a little anxious. Americans were chasing behind them, and the bearded man had to pray. Ten minutes wasted in vain. Now he is only half way from Afghanistan.
Less than an hour's drive.
"Don't worry, the Americans were severely injured by our beating yesterday. They should be repairing it now. If you delay a little time, it should be fine!" One of the hosts lit a cigarette, glanced at the bearded guards kneeling on the ground, and shook his head helplessly.
He shook his head, his tone full of worry.
"I hope so, who knows, hey, this mission is really fucked up, I would rather go to the battlefield and fight with the enemy, than perform this kind of escort mission, fight against the whole world by myself, I don't know
Wherever it is safe, maybe American satellites are right above our heads!" After the host finished speaking, he raised his head and pointed at the sky.
"Who knows, hey, I hope I can complete the task this time. I don't have so many resurrection coins to waste. Now on the black market, one resurrection coin can be sold for 295, which is five yuan cheaper than the system mall!
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Several hosts were communicating with each other. In the distant sky, two Strike Eagles faced the rising sun and quickly approached the bearded convoy. It was just a small black dot at first, and slowly grew bigger.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack! American plane!" A host who was on alert put down the telescope in his hand and shouted loudly.
"The Americans are coming, quickly find cover, find cover, don't get in the car, find cover first!" A host loudly reminded people who wanted to get in the car that getting in the car at this time is courting death. No matter how fast your vehicle is, it is impossible.
A plane was flying fast and a bomb fell, killing both the car and the people.
Under the cover of several guards, Big Beard ran towards both sides of the road. The black spots in the sky were already visible to the naked eye. Air-to-surface missiles carried by two US military Strike Eagles flew towards Big Beard's convoy.
Within a few seconds, all four air-to-surface missiles were fired. At the same time, the Strike Eagle quickly lowered its altitude and dived towards the bearded convoy. An M61a 12mm cannon carried on the fuselage fired at a suspicious position below.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"..."
A series of explosions were heard, and all the vehicles that the bearded man was riding in were destroyed. The parking spot turned into two big pits, and several guards who were running slower were directly killed by the explosion.
The remaining soldiers hiding behind the bunker were not much better. 12mm cannons fired from the sky, and two of them hit a bunker, directly killing the bunker and the guards behind it.
After a round of attacks, Strike Eagle quickly pulled up, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then turned around again. The electronic combat screen kept looking for the bearded man, but the bearded man's head was firmly pressed by the guard.
Below, the bearded man cannot be identified.
Two air-to-ground missiles were fired again, and two bunkers where a relatively large number of guards had gathered were hit again. In less than a minute, more than half of the bearded guards were dead, and the remaining guards were only
You can hide behind the bunker and tremble, and there is no way to effectively counterattack. The fighter jets are not helicopters, and even if you have shoulder-mounted anti-aircraft missiles, you can't shoot down the fighter jets.
"Finally gone!" After the Strike Eagle lifted up again, it disappeared into the sky facing the rising sun. The bearded guards who survived had a look of joy on their faces. They survived, they really survived.
"Damn, how do the Americans know my location!" The bearded man immediately roared loudly after standing up from the ground. Just now, his son Haldi was killed not far away from him, and there were
His favorite little wife, but there is nothing he can do about it!
"Leader, it's better for us to evacuate here first. American fighter jets have discovered us. I think their special forces will not be too far away from us!" The new guard captain kept persuading, and at the same time his mood was very complicated.
This was the first time he had seen a bearded man so gloomy.
"Evacuate!" The bearded man glanced at the messy scene, took a deep breath, and gave the order. The rest of the guards quickly ran out from behind the bunker and walked to the vehicle. After checking the vehicle, they shook their heads.
All the cars were blown up, and I could only rely on my feet for the rest of the road.
"Walk!"
The two guards, with the bearded man in the middle, were moving quickly towards the border area of Afghanistan, but not far behind them, a convoy was approaching them at high speed.
"Sanchez, the Afghan Air Force Command reported that they attacked Big Beard's convoy, but it was impossible to determine whether Big Beard was killed, but they knocked out all of Big Beard's vehicles!"
As Yu Yang spoke, he searched for Big Beard's location on the hand map. There was no drone, only data from reconnaissance satellites, and no data locking could be performed. He had to manually search for Big Beard himself every time, unless he could lock Big Beard himself.
"Luckily, I thought we were still chasing Afghanistan, but it looks like we won't have to. Let's see how far away we are!"
Sanchez took Yu Yang's hand map and roughly calculated the distance to himself: "As long as Big Beard is not Superman, we will meet them in five minutes. This time I don't see how Big Beard can run without a car.
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ps: Regarding the debate between the old special forces and the modern special forces in the book club, I will only say one sentence: Did the special forces exist in the past?
