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No one could answer his question, the gunfire outside was so dense, there were at least thirty armed men, they surrounded the safe house, they would definitely not be able to rush out with a few rifles, it was a luxury to hold out for fifteen minutes, and it was a blessing to be able to hold out for five minutes.

"You can't sit still." Liu Handong said, pulling the handle of the AK74U, adjusting the fast and slow machine to the connecting position, and stretched out his hand in front of Aseti: "Mobile phone." ”

Aisetti hurriedly handed him the phone, which was a Huawei touchscreen mobile phone made in China, Liu Handong turned on the camera, climbed the ladder, and raised the phone with one hand to observe the situation outside.

The screen of the mobile phone shows several pairs of dirty flap leather shoes, topped by baggy Afghan-style trousers, not American mercenaries, but local forces.

Liu Handong threw down the mobile phone, and took out the short assault rifle with the other hand, the magazine of the AK series was long and curved, and he could only be flattened, and he didn't show his head, so he raised the gun and swept it violently, and pulled it to the end, thirty bullets were swept away, and the hot bullet casings were thrown into the basement, clanging, and below Ai Saiti handed over the grenade that had pulled off the safety ring, Liu Handong took it, and stopped in his hand for a second, and then threw it out, slipped down the ladder, and shouted: "Hidden!" ”

Everyone bowed down, even if the grenade couldn't blow themselves.

There was a loud bang, and a mess of debris fell, along with some bloody limb fragments.

"Rush!" The assistant military attache yelled and climbed out with an automatic rifle, and there were four corpses lying in the room, covered with rubble and dusty, and there were seven or eight figures in the courtyard, all with guns.

The assistant military attache knelt on one knee and raised his gun to shoot, his marksmanship was very good, two figures fell to the ground in response, and the others fell down and fired back, quickly suppressing the fire in the house, but Liu Handong and Aseti also crawled out and lay on the ground and fired fiercely.

"Go for a drive!" The assistant military attache shouted, a long point shot out, Liu Handong took the opportunity to rush to the garage, bullets flew around him, but he was not afraid at all, this is the case on the battlefield, the more you are not afraid, the more the bullets will avoid you.

finally rushed into the garage, but now the Mercedes-Benz van was riddled with holes, and there were at least fifty bullet holes in the motive position, which would definitely not be able to be opened, and Liu Handong was also blocked in the garage by dense bullets and couldn't get out.

The armed men threw two smoke grenades, and white smoke filled the courtyard, which was already a late night with poor visibility, and the smoke made it even more difficult to see.

"Why haven't the government forces come yet?" The assistant military attache is very anxious, the enemy is in the dark, I am in the light, and the more it drags on, the more disadvantageous it becomes.

"Or I'll rush out and report the news." The uninjured armed police soldier had already exhausted the 5.8mm ammunition he carried, replaced it with a Type 5 or 6 submachine gun and continued to shoot, he was no longer so nervous, and his hard training came in handy, and he shot accurately and ruthlessly in short bursts.

Suddenly, a Chinese-made Type 67 wooden-handled grenade fell into the house.

"Lie down!" The assistant military attache shouted, but the armed police soldiers rushed over desperately, grabbed the wooden-handled grenade and threw it out, the grenade exploded in the air, and there was a miserable cry in the smoke, and someone was blown up.

Before he could laugh, another grenade was thrown in, the oval grenade was dripping and spinning on the ground, the fuse time of the wooden-handled grenade was longer, and this grenade was only more than three seconds, and it was too late to pick it up and throw it back, the armed police soldier did not hesitate to pounce on it and covered the grenade with his body.

There was a muffled sound, the soldier stopped moving, and the assistant military attaché and Essati did not have time to grieve and rage, and raised their guns and fired into the smoke, but all the bullets missed, and the cunning terrorists had long since hid.

Aishan, who was in the basement, listened to the sound above, and a pair of eyes began to roll, although his hands were tied, he still had a head to hit people, and teeth to bite people.

"Don't be delusional." The armed policeman who was shot in the leg raised his pistol: "If you move around, I will kill you." ”

In the garage, Liu Handong suddenly saw a starlight above his head, and he could find a signal here, and he hurriedly took out a satellite phone from the pocket of his Pashtun knee-length coat and called Zheng Jiayi.

The phone was quickly connected, and Zheng Jiayi didn't seem to be sleeping at all.

"Report your situation."

"The safe house was breached, and at least a platoon of soldiers surrounded us, and it was almost impossible to hold on."

"Hold on, the reinforcements will arrive soon, ten minutes at most, remember, the password is Kunlun, and the return order is Yanhuang."

Liu Handong almost cried, and after ten minutes, I am afraid that there will be no living people in the safe house.

Suddenly, he saw an iron oil drum in the corner of the garage, and the terrain of the garage was relatively high in the courtyard, so he didn't have time to think about it, so he ran over in three or two steps, picked up the oil drum and began to pour gasoline, poured it almost, threw the oil drum into the yard, pulled out the grenade and threw it out, and then hid it behind the car.

There was a sea of fire in the courtyard, and although it failed to burn a few people to death on the spot, it successfully blocked the attack.

Explosions were heard, and the yard exploded one after another, and it was a small mortar firing, and the accuracy was excellent, and not a single shell landed in the house.

The assistant military attache breathed a sigh of relief, and the government forces had finally arrived.

After the bombardment, the militants dispersed and the smoke gradually cleared, but there was no shadow of government troops, only the sound of American automatic rifle fire in the distance.

Liu Handong's satellite phone rang, and it was a strange man's voice: "Evacuate as much as possible, go to the northwest, and I will answer you." ”

"Roger!" Liu Handong hurried back to the house and reported to the assistant military attaché: "Reinforcements are coming." ”

"I guess they're coming." The military attaché assistant unloaded the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one, suddenly his eyes changed, blocking Liu Handong behind him, and with two bangs, the military attaché assistant staggered and fell, a guy lying in the corner of the wall had a gun in his hand, his face was covered with dust, he was stunned by a grenade just now, and he just woke up at this moment.

Liu Handong and Aseti raised their guns at the same time and beat the man into a hornet's nest.

The assistant military attache wore body armor, but the light body armor could not withstand the rifle bullets, he was seriously injured, blood flowed from his mouth, and he said intermittently: "Complete the task, you must ......"

Liu Handong gritted his teeth and took out a satellite phone to call back: "Someone is injured and needs assistance!" ”

"Put the wounded in their place and bring the target over." The voice was calm and cold.

"You drive the car over, or no one will try to take it with you." Liu Handong roared angrily and hung up the phone.

Essetti pulled out a first-aid kit from the rubble and tried in vain to stop the bleeding and give the military attaché's assistant a morphine injection, but his breathing was still getting weaker and weaker.

The lights pierced the darkness, and a Land Rover SUV burst into the courtyard, and two people got out of the car, dressed as a military contractor, armed with an HK416 automatic rifle, with oil paint on his face, and no logo on his clothes, so he couldn't tell who was sacred.

Liu Handong shouted with a gun: "Kunlun! ”

"Yan Huang." The person who came shouted back the order, stepped on the mess and got out of the car and walked over, looked at the assistant military attaché, put his finger on his neck for a few seconds, and said dryly: "It's hopeless." ”

"There is salvation." Liu Handong said stubbornly, although he didn't even know the name of the military attaché's assistant, but in just a few hours of getting along, a deep friendship had been established.

"Where is the target?" People are looking left and right.

"I said he was saved." Liu Handong was dissatisfied with his cold attitude and shouted loudly.

The person who came suddenly became angry and pushed Liu Handong into a corner: "People are dead, so they can't occupy resources......

He didn't continue, because Liu Handong had already pressed a five-four-style pistol against his jaw.

"I repeat, take him away and rescue him." Liu Handong also said coldly.

The soldiers who came with him raised their rifles and aimed at Liu Handong from the side.

Aceti didn't know who to help, and was at a loss for a while.

The guy who was face to face with Liu Handong was not young, only a man over forty years old would have such a deep look, he was not afraid of the muzzle of the gun, and even a little mockery, he glanced at the gun in Liu Handong's hand, but made a compromise.

"Mule, carry the man into the cart." He said.

The dying assistant military attache was lifted into the car, the wounded were also in the car, and Aishan was stuffed into the trunk, leaving only the martyr who had died, and everything that could prove his identity was removed, as was the Type 95 rifle.

Before getting into the car, Liu Handong saluted the soldier's body.

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The seriously wounded were taken to the nearest hospital, while the rest were returned to the safest places, and the Chinese Embassy, although the Ministry of Foreign Affairs did not want to get involved in trouble, had to cooperate fully under the coordination of the National Security Committee.

The reinforcements did not enter the embassy, but disappeared into the pre-dawn darkness, Liu Handong was covered in blood, his clothes were full of gunsmoke, he sat in his chair in a daze, and for a long time he was immersed in the grief of the sacrifice of his comrades.

Although they have only been fighting side by side for a few hours, they feel that they have been comrades who have been together for many years, and the war on terror is so ruthless, and the people who were talking and laughing yesterday are now separated by yin and yang.

"There are always deaths in war." Aisetti put his hands on Liu Handong's shoulders and comforted him.

"I'm fine." Liu Handong squeezed out a smile.

The embassy arranged a room for them, Liu Handong changed into dirty Pashtun clothes, took a shower, put on a brand new Zhongyan yellow overalls, at this time it was already dawn, and the physiologist stood at the door to greet him: "Good morning, I am the service staff who will fix your face." ”

"Thanks, no." Liu Handong shook his head, he had a very murderous aura on his body.

"However, the leader has instructions to shave his beard clean." The waiter muttered.

"I said no." Liu Handong was stunned, and the waiter fled.

The embassy reissued passports for Liu Handong, Tang Jianjun, Bai Furong, and "Zhang Chunshan" to leave the country, and Ai Shan, who goes by the pseudonym Zhang Chunshan, was tied to a bed and given an anesthetic by doctors to ensure that he would not wake up within eight hours.

The members of the Zhongyanhuang emergency response team have sorted out their bags, today is a good day for them to successfully complete their tasks and return home victoriously, many people bought "Karaku" hats made of fetal wool in the market in Kabul yesterday, as well as lapis lazuli ornaments, a special product of Afghanistan, including Yang Xu, all of them did not know that there was a tragic firefight last night.

Only Zheng Jiayi knew that in fact, she had been appointed as the head of the public relations department of Zhongyan Huang and became Yang Xu's top boss, directly responsible to Song Jianfeng.