"Americans? Americans don't have three Americans engraved on their foreheads, and I don't know, but there are quite a few white people, including people on two planes, and some black people!"
After the soldier finished speaking, he took out a piece of bread and started eating. Having earned a hundred dollars, he no longer had to save food rations. In the evening, he could also buy some food from the logistics department, which would be enough for him to live for a long time.
This guy participated in the hostage capture operation last night. Maybe the officer in front was one of the commanders. It seemed that he was very lucky, and the goddess of luck did not leave him.
"Oh, where are those people being imprisoned? Do they have anything good with them?" When Yu Yang said this, his expression was very natural. He was afraid that others would think that he was asking for information, so he said it while
Sometimes, I turned my head and looked away, as if casually asking if your mother was okay.
The soldier shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know. The people were transported away by several trucks. I don't know where they were sent. But the people under the Kaman brothers got rich. They looted the cargo warehouse on the plane."
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Yu Yang knew in his heart that the soldiers really didn't know much, and now Yu Yang's target was these officers.
After advancing forward for about half an hour, the SEAL team on the other side exchanged fire with the Houthi armed forces. They had a large number of people, so they chose a relatively simple and crude method and directly found a group of about thirty people.
The Houthis left and right, eating them and scratching their tongues.
The Ukrainian fire support man was at the front, setting up his machine gun at a broken wall, and fired continuously at the hiding place of the Houthi armed forces. The bullets from the machine gun kept hitting the wall, carrying rocks everywhere.
Flying around.
Gribbin and Nick moved towards the flank. As soon as they crossed the road, they saw two Houthi armed forces showing up in the corner and shooting at them. Gribbin swooped down without hesitation and got into the alley.
Among them, Nick directly found a bunker to rely on, took out a grenade from his body, pulled out the safety, and threw it hard behind him.
When the explosion sounded, Nick quickly ran towards Gribbin's position and dived into the alley. Behind them on the high-rise building, Lin Hai was aiming at the head of a Houthi militant and was just about to pull the trigger.
, but hesitated, and finally moved the muzzle a little, slightly moved the muzzle, and chose another target. This time without any hesitation, he directly pulled the trigger and killed the Houthi soldier with one bullet.
"Why didn't you hit the previous target?" Marcelo asked in a low voice after putting down the telescope.
"Keep observing, don't put down the telescope!" Lin Hai knew that this guy had left the telescope with his hands without even turning his head.
"Oh, okay!" Marcelo picked up the telescope again and observed the situation in the distance. Lin Hai now slowly said: "The reason is very simple. This guy's posture and the decorations on his body don't look good.
Like ordinary soldiers, we need officers, they don't have obvious military rank marks, so we can only judge by these!"
After Lin Hai finished speaking, he pulled the bolt of the gun and gently got up from the ground: "It's over, let's go!"
Marcelo nodded and immediately got up, but he didn't know what Lin Hai meant by saying it was over. The firefight was clearly still going on below.
A good sniper has a very accurate judgment on the battlefield situation. Less than a minute after Lin Hai finished speaking, the gunfire stopped. Just now, the SEAL team had completed the encirclement of this group of militants. Their equipment was leading and their individual soldiers were of high quality.
Far higher than the opposite side, after occupying the advantageous terrain, they basically carried out massacre.
The Houthi militants are considered a relatively capable force in Yemen, but when faced with ten hosts in the killing field, they basically have no power to fight back. Among the ten people, except for one unlucky guy whose arm was scratched
, without any casualties.
Four seals were on alert, and the remaining six captured the three prisoners into a room next door. The six people either leaned, squatted, or stood, occupying several key points in the house. Polman sat directly
In front of three people.
The three prisoners were now kneeling on the ground, looking at the three of them in horror. One of them was obviously an officer, and he kept scolding the soldiers around him, telling them not to panic and stay calm.
"I only have one question to ask you. If you answer my question, not only will I not kill you, but I will also help you apply for political asylum and let you go to the United States!"
Polman deceived him as soon as he opened his mouth. Most of the militants hate Americans. Central Asians have a very bad attitude towards Americans, so it is difficult to get them to talk, so they offer inducements first.
The three of them lowered their heads and said nothing. Polman shook his shoulders helplessly: "Since you don't cooperate, I can only use some other methods. This is your choice. I only have one question, which is to tell
Where are you holding me as a hostage? Tell us now and you may not have to suffer!"
After Polman finished speaking, he waved to the team members beside him, and two of them carried one into the next room, closed the door, and placed the three people in different positions.
"You should be an officer. I think you should know some information. If you don't tell, your subordinates will tell me. Tell me what I want to know. Not only will I give you asylum, but I will also give you one million dollars. You
What do you think of this deal?”
The officer raised his head and looked at Bollman, his eyes widened, and at the same time, his Adam's apple was moving up and down rapidly, indicating that this guy's mood was very fluctuating, he was swallowing saliva, and he must be very excited inside.
"Yes, you heard it right. As long as you say it, I will give it to you. I think you should know my identity, U.S. Navy SEALs. I don't think you think your organization can fight against us!"
"Okay, I said, but I really don't know the specific location, but I know it was in a warehouse at the northwest end of the city. I really don't know the specific location. I just participated in the siege of the airport!"
"Are you telling the truth?"
"It's all the truth!" The little boss nodded repeatedly and made his own assurance.
"Very good, but I need to confirm!" After Polman finished speaking, he walked into one of the two rooms next door and asked the host in charge of the interrogation in a low voice.
"This guy says he doesn't know!"
"killed!"
In another room, I got similar answers. I don’t know the specific location, I just know a rough idea, but this is enough. It narrows the scope a lot and saves a lot of time!
