Bo'an Haram is determined to obtain nuclear materials, and this operation has sent more than 200 people, even excluding the terrorists killed by the special operators, there are only 200 people left in the village.

However, there were only 14 special combat personnel who entered the village, which was nothing compared to the terrorists, and if they were replaced by other units, they would have been fighting intensely a long time ago, and where could they have time to gag.

The only people who can still be in the mood at such an emergency moment are these world's strongest special forces.

Hearing that the mule was about to write himself down in a small notebook, Smith, who was surrounded by terrorists in the house, was frustrated, pulled down a grenade and threw it out.

The grenade exploded with a bang, and the gunfire of the terrorists outside stopped slightly, but there were still terrorists shooting at their side.

Braving scattered bullets, Smith jumped to the window with his assault rifle in hand, raised his gun and prepared to shoot at the terrorists.

But the next moment, his eyes widened suddenly, and he jumped back as if he had stepped on a spring, shouting: "RPG! ”

It turned out that a terrorist in the distance had already carried the RPG, and the muzzle of the gun was facing the house where Smith's group was hiding.

If there was only one terrorist, Smith could easily take him out, but there were other terrorists around him, and there was no time to take aim at him.

He jumped back into cover, did not dare to stay any longer, and ran to the next room, where Alexander of the Two Mules and the Ice Bear did not need his beckoning, and followed closely behind him.

The three of them ran to the next room, but the expected rockets did not hit, and they were a little surprised.

Smith flashed to the window again and looked outside, only to see that the terrorist carrying the RPG had fallen to the ground, and the RPG fell next to him.

"Haha, that guy was sniped! him......"

Rumble!

The loud explosion drowned out the rest of Smith's words, and the room they had just stayed in collapsed with the sound of the explosion.

The house had fallen into disrepair for a long time, and even half of the room they were in was now left, and the dust that had fallen down had covered the heads of the three of them.

I don't know if it was the mule's mysterious oriental power that played a role, but the second mule and Alexander were unharmed, but their faces were a little ugly. The hapless Smith was also hit in the head by the falling tile, leaving a wound on his forehead, and the blood and dust mixed together, making his face hideous and terrifying.

Through the smoke and smoke, Smith saw a terrorist in the other direction, with an RPG launcher on his shoulder, the rockets in front of him were gone, and it was obvious that he was the one who blew up the house.

"Fak Oil Made!"

Smith picked up his gun and pulled the trigger at the terrorist.

The terrorist didn't expect them to survive, and they didn't hide in the first place, and were swept away by Smith's bullet.

Smith vented his anger, but he also exposed himself, and the terrorist's gun immediately went off, and countless bullets flew in this direction.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the two mules jumped to their feet and threw Smith to the ground, and the bullets whizzed past the two of them and hit the opposite wall.

Alexander reacted quickly enough to hide behind the remaining half of the wall at the first time, sticking his assault rifle out of the wall and firing back and forth outside.

"Fack!" Smith spat violently, and then said to the second mule, "Zhou, thank you." ”

"It's fine."

The second mule picked up the assault rifle he had dropped, bent down to the window, and raised his gun to shoot outside.

Rumble!

Another RPG explosion was heard, and this time it was not the Smith group that was attacked, but the mule group, but they were unharmed, and even the house where they were hiding did not collapse.

It turned out that the rocket came in through the window, but it flew out of the opposite window, blowing up the house behind it.

Howard, a member of the Blackwater rookie team in the same group as the mule, looked at the mule in disbelief with round eyes.

"Could it be that this is the mysterious power of the East, it's simply amazing! No wonder they ......"

Howard was muttering when he was suddenly kicked in the ass, and it was none other than a mule.

"What are you doing in a daze, if you want to die, get out of here, don't get in the way of my eyes here!" The mule cursed angrily.

Howard woke up and hurriedly ran over to fight with his gun.

He had just run to the window, and before he could shoot, suddenly a barrage of bullets flew in and hit him in the left arm.

Howard snorted, but instead of retreating, he continued to shoot with a gun in one hand.

It wasn't until the magazine was fired that Howard dodged back, put the assault rifle on the ground, and changed the magazine with only his right hand.

The mule was shooting, and when he heard the gunfire on his side stop for too long, he turned his head to look and realized that Howard was injured.

"Victor, hold me down!"

The mule yelled at the Ice Bears, stepped back from his shooting position, ran up to Howard, and grabbed his left arm without saying anything.

"I'm fine, I can still fight!" Howard shouted.

"Shut up, you idiot!"

The mule examined the wound carefully, but fortunately the bullet passed through the muscle and did not remain in the left arm, and it appeared that the bone was not broken.

He took out a bandage from his tactical backpack, quickly bandaged Howard, and then pulled out a needle, which was not sterilized, and pierced directly into Howard's arm.

After pushing the potion, Howard felt the pain of the wound greatly reduced.

"I've given the injection to close, don't make too much movement, now let me roll over and fight, if you dare to make a flute, I'll collapse you first!"

The mule slapped Howard on the back of the head, picked up the gun and returned to his combat position.

Howard gave him an appreciative look and rejoined the fight as well.

For an old special warfare like a mule, saving oneself when attacking is the most basic skill, if it is not a stray bullet that does not have a long eye, it will not be easily injured, and casualties often appear on the body of the newcomer.

Almost at the same time as Howard's injury, James was also injured.

As an assault man, he relied on the body armor on his body and the powerful firepower of the squad machine gun to shoot at the terrorists, although the terrorists in his direction did not dare to take the lead, but he was still hit by several stray bullets.

The first few shots only hit him in the chest, and the body armor didn't hurt him too much, but the last one pierced through the rotten wall and into his thigh.

James let out a roar of rage and pulled the trigger to the bottom of the terrorist who shot him, and the bullet in the magazine was empty in the blink of an eye.

The terrorist was hiding in the corner, but the powerful impact of the machine-gun bullet shattered the corner of the wall, and then shattered his chest like a corner.

James' magazine was also empty, and he tiptoed to the back, ready to change the magazine, but was robbed of the machine gun by the chicken thief.

"Give me the magazine, you go and bandage it!" The chicken thief shouted.

James didn't push back, he quickly pulled out all the machine gun magazines, and then hid next to them to bandage the wounds, while the chicken thief quickly loaded the magazines.

Because of James's retreat, the terrorists, who had lost their fire suppression, emerged from behind cover and charged as they strafed.

The houses in these villages are all made of wood, and although the wood is very thick, it is very old, and many places have decayed, and the bullets have been so dense that the sawdust flies.

Poof, poof, poof!

The wooden wall finally could not withstand the ravages of the bullets, and was pierced by the bullets, and the sunlight poured in through the bullet holes, leaving behind pillars of light floating in dust.

The chicken thief originally wanted to fill James's shooting position, but when he saw this, he immediately stopped, turned around and rushed into the next room.

The terrorists were all drawn to the same room, and before anyone had shot at it, the chicken thief flashed to the window and raised his machine gun to shoot at the terrorists who were charging outside.

The glass was shattered by the bullets, flying everywhere, and a few pieces of glass even collapsed into the chicken thief's face, but he did not dodge, but let the broken glass cut a wound on his face, and poured all the bullets on the terrorist's body.

Ahh

The terrorists were shot one after another, letting out the last screams before dying, and the terrorists in this direction were temporarily emptied.

The chicken thief did not stop, quickly changed the magazine, and prepared to go to the other side to assist Vasily.

But at this moment, there was a sudden loud bang, and the house collapsed in the explosion.

Vasily and James next door were shocked when they saw this, especially James, who shouted at the collapsed house: "Cai! ”

At the same time, the shepherds in the distance were shouting.

He and Chestnut were in the sniper position, and they could just see this scene, their eyes suddenly filled with blood, and they shouted the name of the chicken thief at the communicator.

However, the chicken thief did not respond.

"Chestnut, kill that bastard for me!" The shepherd roared.

The muzzle of the chestnut god had already turned, and he pulled the trigger on the terrorist who fired the rocket.

Angry bullets erupted and shot into the terrorist's head with the fury of the two, and the tremendous kinetic energy shattered his head like a watermelon.

"Grass and mud horses! Why didn't I see this bastard sooner, if I had seen it sooner, the chicken thief wouldn't have died! ”

The shepherd slammed into the ground in remorse, but Chestnut remained calm, pulling the trigger on the terrorists who were charging at the chicken thieves and their house.

Also remorseful is James.

Although they didn't belong to the same team and had only been together for a short time, James knew that the chicken thief died for him.

If it weren't for the chicken thief who took his machine gun, then James would have been in that room now instead of the chicken thief.

He picked up the assault rifle left behind by the chicken thief and fired wildly outside.

The bullets of the terrorists outside also came at this time, and if it weren't for the dust and smoke blocking their view, the terrible James would have been shot and killed.

"Let's go!"

Vasily was worthy of being the captain, and when he knew that this was not emotional, he immediately pulled James to the side.

James was still struggling desperately, shouting, "Let go of me, I want to avenge Cai!" ”

Vassi raised his hand and punched James.

The gunfire outside suddenly stopped, and it was Kurigami's sniper by sniper that made the terrorists abandon the charge.

There is no danger for the time being, and Vasily said coldly: "This punch is to make you remember that your life does not belong to you, but to all your teammates, and if you don't want others to die for you, don't look for death yourself!" You want to die, right, kill all the terrorists first, avenge Cai and then die! ”

James lowered his head deeply, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were already resolute, and he said in a deep voice: "I know! I'm going to kill all these bastards! ”

"Vasily, what's the situation?"

The sound of a bayonet was heard in the headphones.

"Cai was hit by a rocket and has already died. I'm sorry, Zhao, I didn't take care of your teammates. Vasily said guiltily.

Before the bayonet could reply, the roar of the mule came first: "Vasily, mud horses!" ”

"Zhongshan!" The bayonet shouted at him.

He was equally heartbroken by the sacrifice of the chicken thief, but anything can happen on the battlefield, and the blame cannot be completely placed on Vasily.

What's more, now is not the time to hold accountable, but to fight together.

But the mule did not stop, and continued to scold: "Vasily, you don't want to die when you step on a horse, see how I have abolished you!" ”

"Zhong, when the battle is over, I'll give you an explanation." Vasily said in a deep voice, then picked up his gun and continued to fight.

When Dewey heard the death of the chicken thief, his face was as black as if he had been stained with ink, and instead of insulting Vasily like a mule, he unleashed all his anger on the terrorists.

Unlike Mules, Vasily, Smith, Dewey and Bayonet, two groups, at the beginning of the battle, were not detected by the terrorists.

Instead of going into battle, they quickly broke away and took a detour behind the terrorists.

This is not an escape, but a normal tactic.

The terrorists were scattered on both sides of the main road of the village, although there were many of them, but the battle line was very long, and the three groups of mules faced not many enemies, and with the assistance of two groups of snipers, they could be dealt with in a short time.

If the Bayonet and Dewey groups were to join the battle, they would be surrounded by the enemy like the three mule groups, which was not a wise move for the outnumbered special operators.

Therefore, at the beginning of the battle, the two groups took advantage of the terrorists' firepower to be attracted by the three groups of mules, and quietly withdrew from the house, preparing to take the terrorists by surprise from behind.

But people are not as good as heaven, there will always be accidents in the battle, and no one thought that the first sacrifice would be the chicken thief, and it would happen so quickly.

Without saying a word, Dewey continued to detour backwards with Hank and Ivan, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty red light.

"Du, I'm sorry for Cai's death." Ivan whispered.

Although he did not know the details of the battle over there, the chicken thief was always killed under the command of Vasily, and Ivan felt that it was necessary for him to say sorry for Vasily.

"No need to apologize, don't blame Vasily, only these terrorists." Dewey said in a deep voice.

"Thank you for saying that." Ivan said.

"Alas, it is all destined by God, may Cai be able to live forever in heaven, and there will be no war in heaven." Hank made a cross on his chest.

"We Chinese people don't believe in God, we only believe in ourselves." Dewey's face was cold, and he said to the two: "Prepare for battle!" ”

At this moment, they have detoured back to the back of the terrorists, and in front of them are terrorists with all kinds of weapons in their hands, shouting and charging forward.

The three of them pulled the bolt at the same time, and not far from them, the figure of the bayonet and Wei Laoshi was also revealed.

Without an order, the five men pulled the trigger almost simultaneously, and angry bullets whistled out, and with the swing of their guns, they flew towards the terrorists.

These terrorists did not expect the sudden appearance of the enemy behind them, they were still some distance from the battle site, and they did not even have the most basic cross-cover to advance, so they rushed straight forward.

The sudden bullets knocked the terrorists to the ground one after another, like cutting wheat.

The sound of gunfire and screams woke up the terrorists in front of them, and they hurriedly looked for cover to hide, and by the time they hid in the corners of their houses, there were already thirty or forty people who could no longer participate in the battle.

Fight back!

The terrorists fired gunfire, and Dewey and the bayonet group had already retreated, hiding in the house.

The two terrorists at the back hid in the corridor between the houses, and shot at the back by the wall, but they never saw the sneak attacker return fire.

"What's the matter, were they killed by us?" One of them speculated.

"It should be dead, there are so many of us, can they run?" Another reply.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a gunshot from the side, and then he felt that his body had lost his strength and fell softly.

The terrorist, who spoke first, used his last strength to look in the direction where the gunshots were coming from, only to see three figures flash and disappear behind the house.

"It turns out that they are ...... here"

He was lucky enough to know how he died before he died, so that he wouldn't be a fool, while his companions were obviously not so lucky, and they didn't know where the enemy came from until he died.

The three of Dewey did not shoot at the terrorists, that would be too much of a waste of time, and the best tactic for the special operators was movement, and only if they were trapped in a house like a mule, they would have to choose to hold on.

Bayonet and Wei Laoshi were on the other side of the street, and the two rushed to the outside of a house, where the terrorists were still shooting at their original positions.

The two jumped over the fence and came to the window, each pulling the grenade from his waist and throwing it through the window.

Rumble!

The grenade exploded, and before the smoke cleared, the bayonet and Wei Laoshi broke through the door, and the assault rifle in his hand swept through every corner of the room.

The three mule groups were holding back the terrorists' firepower, while the Dewey and Bayonet groups were killing the lives of the terrorists in the movement warfare.

The terrorists were so distracted that they were like headless flies, and they couldn't figure out how many enemies there were.

The scales of victory began to tilt in favor of the special operators.

However, at this moment, suddenly the roar of motors sounded in the village, accompanied by the sound of houses collapsing.

Dewey followed the prestige, only to see two tanks slowly driving out of the collapsed house.