Yes, it's a pile of dung, but if there's gold in it, I'm afraid no one will have to worry about getting themselves dirty. People just want to be upright, but no one is really upright. All integrity has conditions.

Bob stared coldly at the satellite photos on the table and thought to himself.

Therefore, the so-called integrity is actually a kind of camouflage, just like the 'camouflage' uniforms on these soldiers, if you change the battlefield, you have to change the set, if a person wears an untimely 'camouflage' uniform, the 'camouflage' uniform will not only not protect him, but will directly kill him, and then people will criticize him for his stupidity. Integrity is stupidity, he ***.

That's what a soldier does, and he shouldn't be a soldier without sacrificing his 'spirit'. When Bob himself was a soldier, he never picked and chose his own tasks, nor did he complain about the CIA's involvement. These people don't even know what the CIA is doing, and what right do they have to complain? But he admired Jones's way of giving orders, which reminded him of the old-fashioned, tougher than 'granite' non-commissioned officers, and that was how a soldier should be treated.

"Give me a helmet and body armor, and I'm going to that place with the rest of the troops." Bob took off his suit, untied his tie, and gasped for breath to Jones. "It would be upsetting for me to stay in this place now."

A staff officer smiled awkwardly and looked at Jones bewildered. No body armor would fit him for Bob's size, and he had a custom-made one in his apartment in Washington, but he was in a hurry, so he didn't take it with him.

Jones looked at Bob.

"Sir, I think you'd better stay here, the troops on the front line can't 'draw' their strength to protect you while they're fighting."

"Come on, kid, when I was fighting, you were still in your mother's arms to eat 'milk', and I didn't need anyone to protect me." Bob impatiently threw his clothes on the table. "Give me a rifle, and maybe I'll teach you how to fight."

He had to be in that place, it was his duty. Jones understood what he was doing, and at the same time realized that although the man sitting at the desk in front of him was a fat man who was seriously overweight, he was still an American at heart, and he was full of fighting spirit for what he insisted on. For that alone, he deserves the respect he deserves.

Joe was also surprised to hear that the CIA officers at the Operational Command Center were going to go into battle in person. However, the situation is much better than just now, the enemy sharpshooter has been forced to escape into the valley under his firepower, and the current task makes him not in the mood to hunt down this sharpshooter, which can be 'handed over' to "Alpha" II. He studied the map and found that his troops would be able to reach the location indicated in the intelligence simply by crossing the valley. He also had seventeen men and a helicopter gunship to cover up, at least on par with the enemy, but of course he had to be smart to achieve victory.

Summoning "Apache" to cover in the air, Joe and the 16th Special Service Wing still crossed the valley.

Luo 'Men' did not retreat in the direction of the retreat northwest of Ma. He didn't have the stamina to support a dash of that intensity, so he fled deeper into the valley before the Americans were ready to fire. If the Americans were stupid enough to go down into the valley to pursue him, then they gave Ma Xibei, who was already hiding in a hidden place, a perfect opportunity to 'shoot' him. No one wants to fall into the middle of a flank fire, not even if there is a huge disparity in power.

Ma Xixi 'disturbed' the enemy who was crossing the valley and retreated to the ambush site of the rapid reaction force.

The special service team pursued Ma Xibei in an arrow formation, and the machine gunner at the front tracked Ma Xibei's figure with the paratrooper M249 light machine gun in his hand, and used tracer bullets to give target instructions to other team members, and the distance between the two sides became closer and closer. As he got closer and closer to the target location on the intelligence, Joe had more and more questions in his heart, so far, there were only two enemies he had seen with his own eyes, and this was all the enemies he was facing? He ordered the forward personnel to keep an eye on the search and advanced, and ordered the sniper teams behind them that had re-established their positions to use the thermal imagers they carried with them to observe.

Suddenly, the 'shooting' of automatic rifles rang out from all directions.

The special service wing, which had been prepared for a long time, did not get 'chaotic' by the ambush, but each of them looked for concealment on the spot and quickly returned fire, and the sound of 'firing' and 'firing' of various automatic weapons was 'chaotic' into a pot of porridge, and tracer bullets were 'intertwined' and 'fired' in the air. Joe, who was experienced on the battlefield, immediately heard the characteristic sound of the Russian automatic weapon on the opposite side. The enemy's volley 'disrupted' the formation of the special service wing and suppressed them in this open field, and at this time even a cadet in a military academy knew what the enemy was going to do.

Joe ordered his men to immediately assemble around the three machine gunners, the machine guns providing cover for their teammates with AT4 bazookas, and the three squads 'alternately' advancing in an attempt to evade the mortars during the movement. That's why the enemy would shoot before they were within ambush range, and in this case, a light mortar of less than 60 millimeters would be enough to dominate the outcome of the battlefield, and Joe was thankful that he also had an Apache.

The "Alpha" 2 had already seen the lively scene on the ground in the air, and even the crew members who had been to Iraq and had been engaged in military operations in Afghanistan had to admit that this was the most 'fierce' battle they had ever seen. The night-vision device's green vision was completely filled with the light of the ground fire, which strongly stabbed the driver's visual nerves, and the veteran who participated in the famous Mogadishu rescue in 1993 suddenly felt that day was repeating before his eyes.

This time, though, the results won't be as bleak as they were that day.

Joe's order made the pilot decide to go and relieve the ground forces regardless of the so-called safe distance, although this would force his plane to fly to an altitude of five hundred meters above the ground, but this time they were already prepared for anti-aircraft fire on the opposite side, and the superb piloting technology and high-tech helicopters gave them the confidence to deal with all this crisis.

The first mortar shell landed exactly between the squads of the Special Service Wing, but at Joe's reminder, the distance between the teams was fifteen meters away, and the personnel were covered, and although the air 'waves' and debris of the shell explosion made the Wing embarrassed, it did not cause serious damage. But the second shell was different. The gunner was so clever that he corrected the impact point in a very short time, and the second shell landed about five meters from the first shell, and in the dirt that the shell had blown up, Joe could see one of his men being thrown out in an arc much like the garbage bag he threw at the garbage can on the street from his own home in Minnesota, standing under the 'portico'.

In the eyes of many, the mortar is a primitive weapon, earthy and stubborn, but at some point it is more lethal to small groups of infantry than any modern advanced weapon. First of all, it has almost no 'shooting' dead angles, and the 'firing' range can be flexibly adjusted, so you can't dodge its blow with a quick approach; secondly, it is light and flexible, and there is no complicated aiming 'shooting' process, if you are a skilled and strong gunner, then the mortar is as good in his hand as an automatic rifle.

This is the situation now, the mortar on the opposite side is like an eye, the third shell almost destroyed the left flank of the special service wing, and the shell fell right next to the squad that had just been hit, and just by visual observation, you can see that two people were directly hit and scattered like puppets with the surrounding rocks and dirt in all directions. The screams of the wounded soldiers struck everyone's ear drums and hearts like hammers, and the Secret Service Wing had fought 'fiercely' battles, but rarely suffered such blows: they could only dodge under the fire of the opposing side, unable to retreat or charge. And the gunners, who were immediately on the opposite side, decided to start striking at the right flank of the special service wing, using the coordinates of the first shell as a reference point, and the fourth shell landed exactly five meters to the right on the ground, although the soldiers of the wing had already found solid cover, but who knows where the next shot would fall?

Constantly pulling the trigger towards the area where the fire was coming out two hundred meters away was completely Joe's subconscious action, even if he aimed carefully and carefully 'shot' it, his M4A1 did completely nothing at this distance. What really worked was the three 'strong' machine guns. On the relatively intact right flank of the wing, there was an M60 at the outermost point of the line, and next to the M60 was an Mk46, followed by an M203 grenade launcher, and the 60 shooter was tasked with striking small groups of three to five individual targets, destroying bunkers, and suppressing trenches. At the moment of artillery fire, the team's well-trained M60 'shooter' still insisted on covering several opposite firing points with tracer bullets, so that other firepower around him could counter other sporadic firepower. This gave Joe time to deploy his firepower quickly and flexibly.

The M60's sustained 'shot' 60's six to nine rounds are clearly distinguishable, the 'shot' produces fire and the sound of bullets hitting the target, and all individual soldiers in the position can control their fire within the 'shot' limit established by the M60. Joe, in the spare time of changing magazines, thought that if the enemy's mortars hit this side first, then the special service wing would be completely destroyed psychologically and tactically.

In fact, the next shell fell with the same result, with the opponent's gunner's 'fine' and accurate 'shooting', the result was almost predictable, Joe closed his mouth 'lips', kept pulling the trigger, and waited in horror for the next shell to come, completely ignoring the huge 'shadow' of the AH-64 "Apache" helicopter gunship whistling overhead.

The crew of the "Alpha" 2, which had a lot of combat experience, saw the mortar attack on the ground forces from the air, so they ignored the other light weapons encountered by the ground forces for the time being, and it took less than thirty seconds to find the mortar position hidden behind the ambush position. The "Apache" had ample time to aim at that mortar position, then dived down at high speed and 'fired' at the mortar position with one of the four rocket nests hanging under the short wings on either side. Each rocket nest contains 19 Hydra 70-millimeter high-explosive rockets, and the TADS system allows the pilot to prepare for the 'shooting' attack with only one turn of his head - bright flames erupt from the side of the helicopter, as if the helicopter itself was hit, but the corresponding fire rises on the ground a few hundred meters away, and the enemy's mortar position is completely destroyed.

At the same time, warning radars indicated that the helicopter had been locked by anti-aircraft missiles on the ground. This was a situation that the pilots had already anticipated, but the ground-based anti-aircraft missile "operators" were obviously much more clever than the soldiers they met during the exercise, and they chose the timing of the target better and more accurately. Any fixed-wing aircraft is at its most vulnerable when it enters the attack at this angle and speed, as long as the hunter has the mindset to see death as if it were home.

The next step is to rely on the experience gained in simulated exercises to deal with the Stinger anti-aircraft missile.

All the confidence of the pilots of the Alpha 2 is based on the 'sexuality' of this helicopter that can flip, dive and climb at will, and even fly sideways. Compared with fixed-wing aircraft, helicopters require 'fine' and soft and sensitive 'handling', which is a feeling that those fixed-wing pilots do not experience, but they are no less wonderful - the helicopter flips a somersault upside down in an unimaginable action for ordinary people, and in one fell swoop gets rid of a missile flying up from the ground, and then sweeps over the enemy's ground position at full speed. At this moment, the technicians released parachute flares, which not only indicated the enemy's position to the ground friendly forces, but also interfered with the second missile fired by the ground position, causing its infrared seeker to find a wrong target and deflect itself, and as the helicopter lifted off with all its might, they saw the third missile being thrown far below.

“YES！”

The pilots cheered excitedly over the intercom.

"Hey man, have you ever had a helicopter that could dodge three anti-aircraft missiles at the same time? And if we did, they had to give me a congressional medal for that. If they did, I'd nail it to Bush's *** and tell him in his acceptance speech that I wouldn't have gotten it if he hadn't sent me to this damn place, so the medal should have gone where it was supposed to be. ”

The pilot said to his companion in a long, southern accent.

Hearing his words, the weapon pilot smiled silently. It took a lot of time for the pilot to learn this accent, so he deliberately found a southern 'woman' to be his 'girlfriend' friend, but this was personal freedom and had nothing to do with him. As long as the companion is not wrong in the flight instructions, it doesn't matter what accent the pilot likes to use.

"It looks like the friendly forces on the ground are in trouble, let's go see what else they can do to help." The weapon pilot reminds the pilot. "We don't carry a lot of fuel."