"Brother Long, I'm fine. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info is fine. Cover the reporter to come up!" Li Sanlong said with a sharp shake of his head.

"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Long Chen with a worried expression.

"I'm fine...... It's important to complete the task!" Li Sanlong shook his somewhat dizzy head and said, "Go quickly, cover the reporter to board the car!"

"Okay!" Chen Long said lightly, then hunched over and jumped to the bunker in the gap of the house on the street, where Li Guohao was still waiting for him.

"Brother Long, Brother Long, there is still a rocket here, do you want to hit it at once?" Du Zijian unloaded the last remaining rocket from his back.

Chen Long frowned and said, "Give it to me first, and cover the reporter team to board the car!"

"Understood. Du Zijian responded, and then pressed the headset: "Comrades-in-arms, comrades-in-arms, I am A6, I am A6, now I am ready to cover the reporter team to board the car, and now I am ready to cover the reporter to board the car." Is it possible, is it feasible? ”

"Hurry up, A5, A5, you take the team of reporters away first, and we'll take care of the rest. Complete. "It was none other than Yuan Mian who spoke.

Now that his wound has been bandaged, Yuan Mian is holding the Type 92 pistol in his hand, and he limps towards the mouth of the alley.

He Haoyu, who was behind Yuan Mian, looked at the figure of the team leader, his brows were furrowed, but the steel gun in his hand was held tighter-that's it, people are dead, and they are afraid of hair.

With this thought in mind, He Haoyu strode to keep up with Yuan Mian's pace.

The streets are still filled with smoke, carrying bullets and mercilessly harvesting the lives of soldiers on both sides of the war.

"Poof, poof, poof......"

Three small taps rang out in succession, and three bullets entered the body of a Yemeni soldier in different parts, and his emaciated figure finally slowly fell backwards......

The other Yemeni soldiers didn't even look at the sacrifice of their comrades, because they knew that if they turned back at this moment, the next bullet would go into their heads.

The brave are also afraid of death, but they dare to face death bravely!

"Da Da Da ......"

The Yemeni commander of the army, Amu, had red eyes, his submachine gun was flashing with fire, and every few times it flashed, a militant would fall - yes, he was the best military skill in this Yemeni squad!

The Yemeni government squad played almost the role of the main force in the battle: they were large in number and relatively heavy in firepower, and the Houthis aimed their fire at the squad as soon as the fighting began.

To be honest, if it weren't for this squad, it would have been impossible for Sword Group A to draw cold guns so calmly, and have the opportunity to calmly launch rockets and the like.

……

Outside the city, two Mitsubishi Pajero off-road vehicles are driving around the village.

In the passenger seat, Li Mingnan's face sank like water, and there was no expression at all on his handsome and manly face, yes, this decision was made by him.

"Boss, are you sure you want to do this? With their state, I don't think we'll be able to get around behind them to support them. As he drove the car, the ugly ghost asked worriedly.

Li Mingnan stared ahead with his eyes for a long time, and said: "They are all the elite of the Chinese Marine Corps, if they can't even last this little time, then they are a bunch of waste." A bunch of garbage, I don't think it's worth saving, right?"

"Hehe, a boss is a boss, and his words are always so to the point. OK, that's it. After saying that, the uglier stepped on the accelerator a little deeper.

……

In the small town of Yebeijila, in a house that could not be more simple, a burly man wearing a desert yellow camouflage uniform and a black silk scarf on his head stood in front of the table, his sharp eyes staring ahead.

This is a pair of eyes that should be full of murderous energy, but at this time, it is because of the frowning brow that destroys the harmony.

"You say, is it really the Chinese army?" the man's deep eyes calmly looked at a soldier in front of him.

"Yes...... Yes, Captain, it is indeed the Chinese army. The soldier stuttered a little, and his attire was similar to that of the captain in front of him, all dressed in camouflage and wrapped in a black silk scarf.

Yes, they are Houthi fighters.

"You go out! Also, take a few people and go to support the troops ahead!" As a leader of the Houthi guerrillas, he naturally knows what to do and what not to do at this time.

"Understood!" the Houthi rebel said.

Although these Houthis may appear to be a rabble, most of them have formal military training. If it is really a rabble, how can it beat a well-armed government army?

Even if the combat effectiveness of the Yemeni government army is not strong, after all, they have received regular military training, and the guns in their hands are not especially burning sticks!

"Captain, are you really going to do it? If the Chinese government sends a large number of troops to support, our life will be very difficult. The old man who had been standing next to the captain spoke, and saw that he was wearing a white robe, with a white cloth wrapped around his head, and white hair like withered vines sticking out from the white cloth on his head, looking highly respected.

Yes, this old man is equivalent to a military advisor in this team!

"Teacher, it's not that I want to do it with their Chinese soldiers, but now that I'm in this situation, what else can I do?! The lives of their Chinese soldiers are fate, isn't the life of our Houthi fighters fatal?!" As he spoke, the captain slapped the table hard, and those murderous eyes looked ahead, making people shudder.

"Hmm...... That's all there is to it, but do it cleanly, and remember, don't let them go. Otherwise, something big will happen. Do you understand?" After speaking, the old man's eyes full of wisdom and vicissitudes slowly closed.

"Teacher, I see. I'm going to fight myself!" said the captain fiercely, his fierce eyes full of anger.

The Houthi leader was finally about to go into battle himself, and he walked around the corner, grabbed the M4A1 carbine, which he was best at wielding, and slowly walked out the door.

This is destined to be a dead knock that can't be dead anymore!

……

Yuan Mian is working very hard now, not only his injured leg, but also all corners of his body, which are all sweat. It's not an ordinary hardship, is it......

The hot weather makes the sweat glands of the soldiers constantly gush sweat droplets, contributing to their maximum function - it is so hot, this kind of ghost weather in the Middle East in summer can make people die of heat!

"Whew~~~"

The engine of the off-road vehicle whistled loudly again, and under the control of Li Sanlong, the car finally drove near the alley where the reporter team was hiding.

"Come on!!" Li Sanlong yelled at the trio hiding in the alley.

"Let's go! Hurry!" As the leader of the reporter group, Lao Yang asked the other two to go first.

"What about you, Brother Yang!" Lin Jing asked with some hesitation.

"Leave me alone! Quick!" The green tendons on Lao Yang's forehead are about to burst, why is this woman so troublesome!

Lin Jing nodded, glanced at Lao Yang deeply, and said, "Okay! ”

After saying that, Lin Jing ran out and didn't look back.

I have to say that Lin Jing's military training is very qualified. At least the posture she ran in when she ran out was very qualified, and people couldn't find the slightest fault.

"Click~" Lin Jing opened the car door and got into the car cautiously, sitting in the back seat, listening to the gunshots behind, she never dared to raise her head, she was afraid that the bullet would hit her!

When Lao Yang, who finally got into the car, got into the car smoothly, the car started again, and at this moment, Lin Jing actually raised his head and looked back.

Coincidentally, she found the figure she had been thinking about day and night!

Isn't he supposed to be a soldier in China? Why did he come here? I must have read it wrong.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Lin Jing's head, and under this countless doubtful thoughts, she couldn't help but look back again......

Limping, limping, the man was wounded, but the resolute and stubborn figure looked so much like him! Could it be him? What if it was him, what should I do? Do I want to go back and save him?

Lin Jing's heart was suddenly chaotic......

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PS: The update is sent, I wanted to change the second watch tonight, but it's too late, I'm too tired, I'm too sleepy, good night everyone.

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