"Fifty-six!" After killing an Iraqi in the head with a single shot, Marcelo spat out a number and lowered his head to change the magazine while holding his weapon.

Compared with Okamoto's cautious and mouse-like sneak attack hiding in the dark, Marcelo was a little more open, directly blocking an alley, holding an AK47 in his hand, it can be said that people come to kill, Buddha comes to kill Buddha, and the majesty is infinite, just now six Iraqi soldiers launched a charge together, but they were all easily solved by Marcelo alone.

There are bullet casings on the ground, and there are some captured Iraqi weapons next to Marcelo, there are many types, most of them have been loaded and can be replaced at any time, and there are two five or six types with military spurs hanging on them, this is Marcelo's last plan, if he is close, he can also fight hand-to-hand.

"I knew I wouldn't be with that damn Japanese, it's easier to kill these Iraqis than hunting, five days is enough time for me to kill a sufficient number of Iraqis!"

Marcelo regretted that he had gone with Okamoto to complete the plan, wasting his time and fearing that with the skills of these Iraqis, Marcelo believed that he could complete the task without pressure.

Three more Iraqis walked to the front of the alley, saw a corpse on the ground, and immediately stopped and prepared to leave.

But at this time, Marcelo kept whispering: "HELP, HELP!" "It's English, and now it's only U.S. troops who can speak English on the battlefield.

The three Iraqis looked at each other and stopped in unison: "There seems to be an American here, and it seems that he is injured when he hears the voice!" We're going to take a look, and if we catch an American, it's a big deal! ”

After the Iraqi soldier finished speaking, the other two Iraqi soldiers also stopped and looked at each other.

During the Iraq War, if there was an Iraqi soldier, it was possible to capture an American soldier, even the most ordinary American private.

In the early days of the war, an Iraqi soldier killed a total of two American soldiers, and he was personally received and commended by Lao Sa, and became an officer.

"Isn't it too dangerous inside? Let's not compare, okay? One soldier was obviously a little moved, but when he saw the pile of corpses falling in front of him, he was a little apprehensive and did not dare to step forward.

"What if there are other Americans in there? There are at least thirty or forty corpses here, probably more than one American, and maybe his allies? Another soldier voiced his concerns.

The Iraqi soldier who took the lead looked at the corpses all over the ground, and then at the corpses piled up at the intersection, and gritted his teeth: "You don't go to me alone, I'm fed up with the feeling of being cannon fodder, I'm on, you can follow if you want to, if you don't follow me, I'll be developed in the future, and don't expect me to be able to pull you!" ”

"You're going to go, I'll go first!" Eventually, one of the soldiers shook his head and continued to flee for his life, leaving the two Iraqi soldiers to look at each other, clutch their weapons, and slowly touch the path little by little.

"help, help......" Marcelo heard footsteps at the intersection, getting closer and closer to him, and screaming harder.

"Right ahead, I'm over, you cover me!" The Iraqi man in the lead heard the sound getting closer, took a deep breath and walked forward a few steps quickly, while the other Iraqi soldier behind him was behind him, and the distance between the two was about three or four meters.

"Da Da Da!" Just when the Iraqi soldier thought that he was about to catch the American, Marcelo suddenly got up directly from the ground and shot the Iraqis in front of him.

"Phew!" Marcelo spat out of his saliva, jumped out of the bunker with his weapon, and then walked up to the Iraqi soldiers, picked up the weapons of the two Iraqis, and quickly ran to his bunker, ready to continue fishing and enforcing the law.

This method has worked well, and many Iraqis have already been fooled, and those who are curious on the battlefield often die the fastest.

Just as Marcelo was about to return to cover, the roar of tanks was heard behind him, and Marcelo immediately lay motionless on the ground, pretending to be dead.

Yu Yang stood at the top of the tank, revealing half of his body, holding the machine gun at the top of the M1A1 tank in his hand, this is the second circle of Yu Yang's patrol on the battlefield, the first circle, Yu Yang was hiding in the tank and shooting, and in the second circle, basically the peripheral Iraqis have been cleared, Yu Yang began to poke his head out and use the 12,7mm large-caliber machine gun above the tank to make up the gun.

"Hey, Tevez, there's a lot of Iraqi corpses in this alley, stop and I'll shoot!" Passing by a small road, after Yu Yang said a word, Tevez slowly reversed the tank back to the intersection position.

"Yu, give you watermelons, hehehe, we got it from the logistics department yesterday, and the entire tank battalion is divided into a few!" After parking the car, Tevez opened the hatch from above the driver's seat and showed his head, and handed Yu Yang a piece of watermelon that had been cut.

"Thank you very much, this damn weather, it's only April now, Iraq is already so hot, if it is May, it will be even hotter than Africa!"

Yu Yang took the watermelon and immediately took two bites, the weather in the Middle East is too hot, it is already more than 30 degrees in mid-April, Yu Yang is sweating profusely now, and it is the happiest thing to be able to eat watermelon.

Yu Yang was eating watermelon, while turning the muzzle of the gun, the ground was full of dead bodies, and those who did not die were only left with one breath, and the surroundings had been cleaned up once, so there should be no remnants of Iraqis.

"Dada......"

Yu Yang pulled the trigger, roughly strafed the pile of corpses, and looked at the task prompt on his wrist, the number was not updated, it seems that the Iraqis here should be dead, and there is no leak to pick up.

After eating the watermelon, Yu Yang casually threw the watermelon skin into the path, Yu Yang inadvertently swept over, and saw a place similar to a weapon rack, with a lot of weapons, but Yu Yang didn't care, he didn't see a living person in sight, this should have been an Iraqi position before, and he didn't know when it was captured by friendly forces.

"Let's go, Tevez, do you have any watermelon, bring me another piece!"