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Time goes on as usual, gradually!

In the eyes of some abnormal people, time flies too slowly, and the pointer ticks, and only a second has passed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThese people's faces were as usual, but their hearts were up and down, nervous and excited. I can't wait for the time to turn to 7 o'clock immediately.

Suddenly, a clear but heavy bell rang with history, and the Muslims of Kandahar City raised their eyes to the largest mosque in the city.

In the eastern part of Kandahar city and in the southern part of Kandahar, there was a low cry from an old building.

"The action begins ......"

"The action begins!"

Near the airport in the city of Kandahar, in several buildings, strange sounds sounded at the same time.

A sharp sound resounded across the night sky, and in the confusion of the citizens of Kandahar, an earth-shattering explosion was heard in the southern part of Kandahar city. The dazzling light of the fire was so conspicuous in the dark night. Citizens throughout Kandahar could clearly see the fires in the sky above the southern part of Kandahar.

The bright light of the fire that illuminated the sky was mixed with the sound of explosions like thunder.

The minds of the citizens of Kandahar were at the same time: bombs!

In Kandahar, ordinary citizens have seen a lot of gunfights and explosions. Whether it was the bombing of Kandahar during the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, the warlord melee during the Afghan civil war, or the exchange of fire between the US military and the Taliban near Kandahar, the citizens of Kandahar have long resisted this.

But what is happening in the south today makes the citizens of Kandahar very curious. Because in the midst of the explosions, from time to time there were continuous gunshots. Everyone understands that this time it was not a suicide attack, but a war.

Just as the citizens were speculating, they suddenly found that their neighbors, or colleagues, or relatives all took out a rifle from their homes and marched towards the city in small groups of threes and threes. This situation is even more surprising.

Private possession of arms is no secret in Afghanistan. The current political axe and the US military in Afghanistan have never thought of collecting weapons from the hands of citizens. Due to the unstable situation in Afghanistan, some citizens often carry a rifle on the street for safety.

Today, though, things are different from usual. Because in Afghanistan, except for the best friends, they will go out with guns on their shoulders, but today many people who don't know each other, after seeing each other, make a gesture to each other, like seeing brothers.

"Shihazad, this time we are going to fight together again!" A masked Afghan man carrying a rifle said to another man not far away.

"Siddiq Khan, may the Lord bless us with good luck this time and drive the Yankees out!"

“……”

On the street, from time to time, some men with guns can be heard chatting with each other. Some of them form a small formation team, and they will automatically advance to a political axe building in the city under the leadership of a leader.

...... "Lee, aren't you nervous?" Michael asked Lemo.

"There's nothing to be nervous about, our mission is just to hold them back!" Li Mo chuckled and said confidently.

The two were standing in the open space outside the barbed wire fence at Kandahar airport. Facing a Soviet-style building from the 60s. The three-storey Soviet-style building is located less than 800 meters from the airport. Standing on the roof of the building, you can see the vast airport clearly.

Around the small building, some heat-tolerant trees are planted. As spring is now underway, new greenery has begun to appear on the empty trees, indicating the birth of new life in the new year.

Neither Li Mo nor Michael was in the mood to look at the spring in the night. After hearing the sound of artillery fire from the east, they sent out a total of 22 of their subordinates, and the target was the small Soviet-style building in front of them.

Standing behind the two of them, there were only rats, vipers, and Michael's assistant Dodd. The five men looked at the dimly lit building at the same time, where there were special forces soldiers from a detachment of the Delta. Their goal tonight is to prevent these special forces soldiers from supporting the fighting in the East.

John and Mark, both soldiers of the Second Detachment of the First Squadron of the Delta. After serving in the Army for two years, the two entered Delta at the same time. There are many similarities between the two, such as age, both are 23 years old, home addresses are in Ohio, etc., the only difference is that John is black and Mark is white.

Tonight, it was the two of them on duty. Although all the members of the Delta believe that nothing in Afghanistan poses a threat to them. But the harsh training allows these special forces not to give up the discipline that must be strictly enforced for the sake of laziness.

On the roof of the building, Mark and John placed their M4A1 assault rifles with grenade launchers on their knees, leaning against the skylight while chatting and patrolling the woods near the building with piercing eyes.

Suddenly, Mark took a bag of camels out of his pocket and threw one to John, and both of them lit it.

"I'm going to take a 'ride' here again tonight!" John sucked the camel in half in one fell swoop and laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Haha, who let you this unlucky guy draw the note on duty every time!" Mark said with a smile.

Just as John was about to complain, a bright light suddenly burst out in the dark night sky in the east, followed by thunderous explosions.

Not good! When Mark and John heard the explosion, they reflexively grabbed the rifles in their knees and quickly stood up.

Looking at the fire in the east and the mingling of gunfire, Mark and John both understood what was going on there. Suddenly, the faces of the two changed drastically, Mark took out a black object the size of a cigarette box from his body, and after pressing it on it, an alarm sounded in the room of the small building.

"It's the camp of the 402nd Infantry Battalion!" Mark and John looked at each other in horror. These explosions and gunfire indicate that the enemy is attacking the camp of the infantry battalion.

Without much thought, the two immediately ran downstairs to a room on the left side of the third floor. By the time the two arrived, 14 heavily armed special forces had gathered in the room. Plus Mark and John, exactly one detachment of Delta Special Forces.

Among the 16 people, there was a white man who was about 2 meters tall, and at the moment he was holding a Barrett 12.7mm heavy sniper rifle in one hand. He was the captain of the detachment, Brent. Lieutenant Colonel Parker.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have just called the commander of the Infantry Battalion, Lieutenant Colonel Tony, and I have learned that at this time, the Taliban guerrillas are attacking the camp. Because there was no prior intelligence, the camp of the Jibu Battalion was blown up by a burst of rockets from the other side, destroying a lot of equipment and more than 30 casualties among soldiers. Lieutenant Colonel Tony needs our help, and I think it's time for everyone to act! Brent's eagle-like eyes glanced at the team members and said solemnly.

"Captain, those bastards in the Jibu Battalion can't even resist a single indigenous guerrilla, right?" It was a very young man who spoke in a small but very young man. At this moment, he was chewing gum and said with disdain on his face.

Although they both belong to the US military, competition between branches of the armed forces exists in any country or organization. As a member of the Delta Special Forces, which is the world's largest, most staffed, most well-equipped, and most well-funded, young people have the confidence to defy other armies.

The words of the young man are exactly what the other team members are thinking. If a guerrilla attack has to request support from the delta, then what is the use of this infantry battalion? The Delta Special Forces are special forces that carry out small, special tasks, such as counter-terrorism, going deep behind enemy lines to capture and assassinate local leaders, but they are not firefighters!

"At first, I thought so, but Lieutenant Colonel Tony told me that the 1st Infantry Company of the Infantry Battalion was outside pursuing a group of guerrillas attacking the patrol and had not yet returned to the station!" Brent shrugged helplessly.

"Was it the attack on Phil Pass this afternoon?" Mark asked in surprise as he thought of the news coming from the Jibu Camp in the evening.

"Yes, let's not talk about anything else now, are you ready? When you're ready, let's go! I'd like to see who is so bold as to attack the camp in the city! After Brent finished speaking, he waved his hand to the team and signaled to go.

In the woods in front of the small building, a group of night killers were lurking at this time. Because two of Michael's special forces were retired in Delta. They are familiar with some of the traps or alerts in the Delta Special Forces. Under the leadership of the two, a group of 22 people quietly entered the woods outside the small building, and the distance between the small building of Curry was less than 300 meters.

This time, Li Mo and Michael are assisting the Taliban to prevent the sudden appearance of the delta, posing a deadly threat to the guerrillas in the crossfire. Omar took out some of the stock and gave it to Lemo and Michael's men. AK-74 assault rifle with grenade launcher and low-light sight. Although the low-light sight is not as good as the infrared night vision sight at night, it can also be of great help to strengthen the aiming target in the weak light. Two Barrett 12.7mm sniper rifles were also happily taken out by Omar. Others, such as pistols and grenades, are all available. As long as it was requested by Li Mo and Michael, all the equipment that Omar himself possessed, he did not leave any of them.

Omar is also desperate this time. In order to recapture Kandahar. not only promised Li Mo and Michael many benefits, but also exposed many family backgrounds.

Two formed forces, like the Taliban Guard and the Afghan Guard, Omar had never let them show their faces before that. In peacetime, they used peripheral forces to attack the US military.

"Wait!" John, who was walking on his way, suddenly waved his hand and shouted. Just now, he felt a creepy aura circling through his body.

Trained and battle-tested, John knew it was the breath of being targeted with a sniper rifle. John was once on a mission in Iraq when he was also targeted with a sniper rifle. It's just that the sniper is too rubbish, and under John's sensitive dodge, he didn't even hit John, and John was also shocked into a cold sweat. Ever since, John had been haunted by the danger of hair standing on end.

At this time, the soldiers of the delta had just walked out of the small building. He was targeted by a sniper rifle. Don't think about it, there must be an enemy in ambush on the periphery of the small building.

When the other members of the Delta team saw John's gesture, they knew there was an enemy. The reflexive team member immediately pounced. The weapons on his body appeared in his hand at the same time......

(To be continued)