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Rohan pressed the stop button of this Japanese-made JVc camera, and then rewinded, replaying, fortunately, the camera was not damaged in the explosion and fierce fighting, and faithfully recorded the raw qiē, although the angle of the camera is a little strange, as low as if the photographer was lying on the ground.

First, the terrorists urgently assembled, waiting for onlookers to behead, and then the missiles attacked, falling in the dense crowd, causing extremely severe casualties, and the next thing was unbelievable, someone actually moved the ground attack, and it was not the imaginary US special forces or Afghan security forces, but authentic Chinese.

"Who are you?"

"Lao Tzu is a person who is in the middle of Yanhuang!"

There are people in the video talking in Chinese, one is the number one target, Aishan. Abdul Khaliq, the other was a Pashtun man who spoke standard Mandarin, but as far as the Rohan knew, the operation was top secret and no fraternal troops were involved.

Could it be that the Lanzhou Military Region itself organized a cross-border attack? No way! Or is the Department of State Security's Secret Service Unit in action? There was no body of Aishan at the scene, maybe he was captured by Zhong Yanhuang's people, Luo Han didn't think much about it, this was not a problem for him to consider, he ordered his subordinates to search the battlefield and evacuate after ten minutes.

The encrypted information was sent to the special operations command center on the outskirts of Urumqi, and Major General Ye Tang was also quite puzzled after reading the translation ciphertext, where did a strike force of Zhongyanhuang jump out, although Zhongyanhuang is a very large state-owned enterprise, it is not so good that it can have special forces.

He fed back the information back to Beijing, and General Luo Kegong was also stunned when he learned about it, he was the deputy chief in charge of special operations and a member of the National Security Council, and nothing could be hidden from him, and this so-called Zhongyan and Huang troops definitely did not exist.

Although the East Turkistan terrorists were completely annihilated, they did not do it by themselves, and they always felt uncomfortable.

"Order them, get out of the battlefield." Roque Gong Dao.

The commandos quickly searched the battlefield, seized a large number of important documents such as training syllabuses and rosters of the East Turkistan terrorist sub-organization, destroyed living facilities, detonated ammunition hidden in caves, and then quickly evacuated and maneuvered in the direction of the Wakhan corridor.

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Liu Handong can be said to be full of returns, he got a long and a short two of their dream firearms, last time in Hong Kong he accidentally used the gLock19 pistol, this kind of directional plastic automatic pistol perception is very good, and then the pistol cut love to the fire mine, this time he seized a Syrian gLock18 automatic pistol, this gun can shoot evenly, excellent ergonomics, excellent craftsmanship, the whole body reveals a sophisticated sense of modernity, 54 style and it is compared, It's like a dying old man in his last years.

The spear is a familiar folding support 81 bar, Liu Handong used this rifle when he was in the army, the accuracy is much better than the AK47, and it is durable and solid, and the American M4 does not fall behind.

The bloody battle just now made Liu Handong extremely excited, he couldn't remember how many people he killed with his own hands, this kind of lawless killing and arson felt really wonderful.

Maybe working in Zhongyanhuang is the right choice, Liu Handong thought, he carried three rifles and an RPG bazooka on his shoulders, and he still walked like a fly, his chest was full of heroism, and he couldn't help but sing.

"Sunset, Red Glow, Flying ......"

"Hey, are you afraid that they won't be able to catch up with us, so you can show the way with your singing?" The emaciated white man said.

Liu Handong immediately stopped talking, although the Dong-Tu camp suffered heavy losses, no one dared to guarantee that they were dying and struggling to bite back, just because these few people were really capable.

Three kilometers away, the T troop column was evacuating, Cheng Weiguo stopped, listened attentively, and said in a low voice: "Did you hear that?" Someone is singing "Return from Target Shooting". ”

The soldiers all looked at Cheng Weiguo with idiot eyes.

"Don't talk, keep moving." Rohan scolded, but he also seemed to hear the singing.

Three kilometers in the opposite direction, Liu Handong asked the white man: "What nationality are you from?" ”

"I'm British, an engineer for a communications company, and my name is John. Lynch, kidnapped by them in Kandahar four months ago. "The white man's English does have a London accent, and his appearance is very different from that of the imaginary capable agent, and he must indeed be an ordinary unlucky person.

The group continued to move forward, the group stretched a little loosely, Ahmed happily carrying the captured M4 carbine as a sharp soldier, and the others followed far behind, so that even if they were ambushed, they would not be killed.

Finally came to the place where the gas 66 truck was parked, Liu Handong breathed a sigh of relief, threw the spear into the car, and when he reached out to pull the driver's door, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and his keen sixth sense made him aware of the deadly danger.

Sure enough, a grenade-transformed mine was cleverly placed at the door of the car, which exploded whenever the door was opened.

Liu Handong suddenly fell down, pulled out the gLock18 automatic pistol, entered the fully automatic firing state with his thumb, and fired fiercely at a small forest in the distance where the ambush could hide, and instantly used up the twenty bullets in the magazine.

Although Ahmed, who was kneeling on one leg and guarding on the side, didn't know what was going on, he also shot at the grove with the rhythm of Liu Handong, and the short shot was very orderly.

Tang Jianjun also opened fire, and he was born in the army and used the AK rifle to be handy, and the long point shot was pulled to the end, and the bullet casings flew out.

Taking advantage of the cover of his comrades' firepower, Liu Handong also picked up the Bayi bar and continued to fire.

The ambushers in the grove were stunned, and when they had finished firing a magazine, they returned fire, and the two sides went back and forth in the night, and the leaves and gravel were scattered in all directions.

"Listen, gunshots!" Cheng Weiguo in the distance stopped again, this time everyone heard the gunshots, and they could even distinguish the gunshots of the AK gun clan and the American-style weapons, the exchange of fire was dense, and it was estimated that there were at least thirty armed men on both sides of the war.

Luo Han is not a rigid soldier, he is a front-line commander who carries out special operations for overseas infiltration, and can make appropriate adjustments on the fly.

"Group A will follow me to reconnoitre, and the others will be on standby." Luo Han calmly ordered, and the correspondent took out the firing machine and began to code and send a secret telegram to the command center to report the sudden situation.

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It was a low-level firefight, and neither side was a well-trained elite regular army, but they only rained bullets with their eyes closed, and the battle was lively, but the casualties were not large.

The mercenaries in the training camp finally came to their senses and killed the horse pistols, they were familiar with the terrain, they preemptively blocked the back road of the attackers, set up a mine on the truck, and then ambushed in the woods a few hundred meters away, waiting for the truck to explode before raising a salvo of guns, usually fighting like this for a few minutes, the other side will collapse and surrender, in fact, they did this when they were fighting with the government forces in Iraq, and they tried and tested.

This time something went wrong, the other party was very vigilant, and fired first, and the firepower was quite fierce, so that the mercenaries couldn't raise their heads, but the strength of this group of attackers had been exposed, but there were only three or four people.

Liu Handong risked being shot and grabbed an RPK light machine gun from the carriage, which was also one of his trophies, and the seventy-five drums could maintain vigorous and long-lasting suppressive firepower to cover the retreat of others.

The unfortunate donkey had been shot and fell to the ground, its four hooves twitching, and its big innocent eyes were looking at everyone. Abdul Khalik was not much stronger than a donkey, he had two butts on his face, his teeth were almost gone, his mouth was covered with blood, his hands were tied, he had a big bump on his head, he was lying on the ground panting, his eyes were fierce, and he wanted to jump up and bite the murderer of the training camp.

“go!” Liu Handong shouted that the official language of the small team is now English, and only Ahmad and Bai Furong do not understand English, but they don't need to understand it, just follow the actions of others.

Before Liu Handong's drums were lightened, there was a window time, the old man Abdul signaled his grandson to run quickly, and Tang Jianjun also changed the magazine and shook his head at Bai Furong: "Lao Bai, you withdraw first, I will cover, hey, bring the prisoners." ”

Bai Furong was anxious: "Mr. Tang, when is this still the prisoner?" ”

"Obey orders!" Tang Jianjun glared angrily, Bai Furong immediately withered, helped Aishan to follow Ahmed, bent over and ran forward.

Liu Handong finished firing the bullet and shouted: "re1oad!" ”

Tang Jianjun followed closely and continued to splash bullets, Liu Handong changed the magazine as he walked, retreated to the boulder ten meters away, and continued to shoot to cover Tang Jianjun's withdrawal.

This kind of reckless play was very effective, and the group quickly escaped from the ambush circle and fled south, but the mercenaries obviously did not intend to let go so lightly, and they clung to the back, like hunters chasing yellow sheep on the grassland.

Just like the old man Abdul said, fighting a war depends on more people and more guns, if you have to add one, that is, there are more bullets, Liu Han ** realized that his ammunition was running out, and the others basically ran out of spare magazines, leaving only the last dozens of bullets.

Liu Handong is tired and panting, always constantly turning peaks and loops, emotions are up and down, people's spirits will collapse, he almost questions whether God is playing with himself, but after thinking about it, this is the territory of Allah Allah, and people have nothing to complain about when they play you as a heretic.

"Don't go, I'll fight with them." Liu Handong understood that if it dragged on to the end, everyone would only end up together, so he simply stopped advancing, found a shelter, and sorted out the last ammunition.

Everyone silently handed him the remaining bullets, someone had to stay behind and break the queen, since Liu Handong was willing to be a sacrifice, it couldn't be better.

"Allah bless you, child." The old man Abdul handed the grenade to Liu Handong, turned around and left, when suddenly a bullet hit him in the chest from the front.

Ahmed hurriedly raised his gun and returned fire, sweeping aimlessly, dragging his grandfather into a corner.

Liu Handong's heart sank, it was bad, he was surrounded.

Abdul's mouth was bleeding and dying, but his eyes became extremely kind, and he raised his hand with difficulty to stroke his grandson's head, and explained his last words in Pashto intermittently.

Ahmed's expression changed from sadness to consternation, but in an instant it was replaced by sadness, and he threw himself on his grandfather and wept bitterly.

Liu Handong didn't understand Pashto, but Tang Jianjun did, and his face was the same as Ahmed's, and he was amazed.

The figures of the mercenaries loomed in the distance, but Liu Handong had no bullets to deal with them, and the automatic rifle was empty, leaving only a pistol magazine and two grenades.

Tang Jianjun had no hope of escaping, and he said calmly to Liu Handong: "Xiao Liu, give me a grenade, I don't want to be captured again." ”

Liu Handong handed him the grenade, pulled out his pistol and said to Bai Furong: "Otherwise, I'll give you a ride." ”

Bai Furong shook his head like a rattle, it was better to die than to live, he would rather be a prisoner than take the first step.

The Brit cowered in a corner, resigned to his fate.

Liu Handong sighed, miracles will not always patronize him, this time it is planted, but it is worth it to make such a big battle before he dies.

Strangely, the mercenaries did not attack for a long time, and seemed to disappear out of thin air.

Shots rang out, and the mercenaries surrounding them opened heavy fire in other directions.

Liu Handong's spirit was shocked, he knew that Lady Luck had favored him again, and reinforcements were coming!

Suddenly, the satellite phone vibrate, and it was a call from Zheng Jiayi: "Liu Handong, the Air Force has locked your position, don't move, beware of accidental injury." ”

Immediately after the roar of helicopters, four Mi-35 helicopter gunships painted with the Afghan Air Force logo whistled in, and the cannons and rocket nests under the short wings were particularly hideous in the morning light.

At the top of the mountain, Cheng Weiguo recovered the carefully camouflaged M7OO sniper rifle, and he killed at least five terrorists in just three minutes, successfully relieving the siege of the "Zhongyan Huang" friendly forces.

The camel's usual cold English command voice came from the headset: "Mandrill, the government army has arrived, retreat." ”

“copythat。” Cheng Weiguo replied in thick Chinese English and closed the eyepiece of the sniper rifle.