"Coordinates 04536236, over!"

Chris didn't wait for the non-commissioned officer to call for support and began to prepare to go upstairs, listening to the chieftain's previous account of the butcher's behavior. Calling for support now is simply far away from quenching your thirst.

"Throw smoke bombs, cover this building, I'll go to the roof!"

Chris came out of the small building and ordered, and the Marine Corps non-commissioned officer, who had called for support, heard Chris's order and immediately began to call the soldiers to action.

The damn stairwell wasn't in there, but it had to go out through a small door on the side.

When the smoke bombs started to smoke, Chris grabbed the non-commissioned officer who wanted to go out and motioned for him to wait. When the smoke was thick enough, several people rushed out together, and the Marines were responsible for providing fire cover. Chris turned around and opened the small door and went upstairs.

And while the gunfire was raging on Chris's side, Chen Ming poked his head out and prepared to find the target. But he saw the scene of the butcher dragging the chief's son in the small square.

The butcher dragged the chief's son to the middle of the small square, holding an electric drill and drawing on the boy's lap. While making strokes, he was still yelling in his mouth.

Chen Ming couldn't understand what he was saying, but he thought it was a warning or an insult or something that wasn't good.

"Ah~"

The little boy's miserable screams reached the ears of Chen Ming, who was hiding behind the wall, and Chen Ming couldn't help but be angry.

Chen Ming knew that their behavior was a provocation to the bald eagle and a warning to the people of Yilako. But such an act of hurting a child really made Chen Ming can't help but be angry. But the sniper has not yet been found, and he cannot and does not dare to act rashly.

Chen Ming quickly adjusted the zero of the scope to 300 meters while waiting for the opportunity.

"I found him! A small yellow building with red bricks on the side of the building! He shot me. ”

Chris's voice sounded in the headset, and Chen Ming immediately poked his head out, looking for a target.

"I see that building, that little window on the third floor, right?"

After Chen Ming roughly determined the target range, he quickly shrank back.

"Yes, that's it. Fuck this damn bastard! ”

"How's your shooting there? I'll cover you up! ”

"No, Chen. I lost my sniper rifle in the car and I only have a semi-automatic rifle now. I'll cover you and create opportunities, and you'll snipe. ”

Chris said with some chagrin. I really regret not learning from Chen Ming, and I have been carrying the gun behind me since I got in the car.

While the two were talking, several more gunshots rang out from downstairs.

Concerned about his son's safety, the chief stumbled forward. He quickly begged the butcher to spare his son, but was shot directly by the butcher's men.

Arab families honor men, and at the sight of a man's death, grief-stricken women rush forward. He was also brutally and mercilessly shot.

Watching his parents fall in front of him one by one, the boy, who was already in pain from the hole in his leg by an electric drill, cried even more.

From the moment he heard the gunshot, Chen Ming knew that their mission had failed.

The important target chieftain was shot, and the clues they wanted were naturally cut off. It stands to reason that now they could have retreated. But neither Chen Ming nor Chris want to leave this battlefield now.

Maybe it's because of his own moral bottom line, or maybe it's to vent his anger.

When he heard the screams in his ears, Chen Ming had already quickly corrected the wind deviation and other parameters.

"I'll count to three, and then I'll get up and shoot at the same time."

“3！”

“2！”

“1！”

Chris and Chen Ming leaned out half of their bodies at the same time, and the sound of Chen Ming's sniper rifle with a silencer was a little dull in the sound of Chris semi-automatic rifle rapid shooting.

And it was this muffled sound that brought the most critical kill to the enemy sniper.

This was the first time Chen Ming saw an enemy sniper in the scope, and it was also the last time.

"Target kill, repeat, target kill! Chris, how are you doing? ”

See the blood blooming in the scope and the half-left head of the man with the turban hanging down. Chen Ming immediately reported the results.

"I wiped it on my helmet and couldn't die. Next, it's our turn to attack! ”

"Chen, don't kill the butcher, he's the key to finding Qaddavi!"

Chris was excited, but suddenly thought of this and hurriedly reminded Chen Ming.

Chen Ming, who had already locked the crosshair on the butcher, heard Chris's words and hurriedly shifted the target. A shot knocked down the electric drill that was torturing the boy.

Chen Ming's shot seemed to be a signal. The Bald Eagle crowd began to run out of the small building, returning the anger that had just been suppressed to the enemy with bullets.

And the butcher looked at the downed electric drill on the side and immediately realized the fact that Mustafa had been killed. Hurriedly got up and began to evacuate.

Instant castling of offense and defense. Several riflemen on the butcher's side, having lost sniper cover, were no match for the well-armed marines at all.

"I hit the butcher in the leg!"

Chen Ming ignored the rest of the riflemen and kept staring at the butcher. Seeing that he got up and wanted to run, he hurried to shoot him. Seeing that the bullet accurately hit the butcher's thigh, Chen Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

In case he missed and killed the butcher, Chen Ming would be embarrassed.

"Well done, we'll be there soon!"

Chen Ming ignored the praise of the advancing Marines. Another shot knocked down a rifleman who was about to step forward and carry the butcher on his back.

In the face of the butcher's fear of killing him, but these little minions were riflemen, Chen Ming did not have the slightest pressure to snipe.

Four riflemen who tried to come forward to be faithful to the Savior were killed in a row, and the rest of the people never dared to touch the butcher's red line again. Even if they are terrorists, not every terrorist is a fanatical diehard who is not afraid of death.

Chen Ming looked at the riflemen scattered in the scope, put down the sniper rifle in his hand, and let out a sigh against the wall.

He's waiting for news.

"The butcher has been captured!"

"Hey, I didn't expect the mission to be done like this. With him, we can also find out about Qaddawi's whereabouts. ”

Chen Ming listened to the voices of front-line marines coming from the headset. Finally couldn't help it, suppressed his emotions, and said in the headset in a low voice.

"How's that kid?"

Chen Ming's words suddenly made the communication channel quiet.

"Dead, head penetrating wound, half of it has been hit by an electric drill. God could not save him. ”

Chen Ming listened to a soldier's reply from the headset, and moved his lips, wanting to say something. But suddenly I didn't want to say it again.

This is the battlefield, and these scenes are the real pictures that will appear on the battlefield.

The soldier of any country is not omnipotent. No one can save them on the battlefield, and the only thing they can protect is themselves.

Soldiers are human beings, and everyone has a heart. They just giggled and said that the task was completed not because they disregarded life, but deliberately ignored it after they had been mentally prepared. When you step into a war zone, you have to turn people into machines.

Chen Ming stretched out his hand, held Chris's hand who had just come up, and got up.

Silently packed up his guns and equipment, and silently went downstairs.