"We're retreating, boss!" One of Qusay's guards walked up to Qusai and whispered that Qusay didn't like others to call him an official, since he was a child, he had a special habit, that is, he liked others to call him boss, no one knew why, not even Cusai himself didn't know why.

Kusai once again looked at the U-shaped building unwillingly, and slammed his fist on the table: "Almost, just almost, damn it, these Americans are lucky for them, next time I will definitely not let you Americans have such a good time!" Let's withdraw! ”

After saying that, Qusay got up and stood up, and immediately several guards began to pack their things.

"And what about the two of them?" One of the guards pointed at Sakata Okamoto and Marcelo, who were now of little use to Cusai, who touched his chin and looked at Okamoto.

"I remember you seemed to say that you still have an intelligence about the Soviet Union, right? OK, I'm very interested in that information, but not now, I have limited seats in my car, so I can't take you with me, and if you can survive the battlefield, I'll look for you! ”

After finishing speaking, he got up and was about to leave, and when he walked to the door, he stopped slightly: "By the way, give them a weapon, let them send them to the front line, if they are afraid of war, just shoot them directly!" ”

"Yes, boss!" The two guards glanced at Okamoto Sakata and Marcelo, and casually picked up two AKs and two magazines and handed them to them: "You two, come with me, I will send you to the front line, if you dare to run, hehehe!" ”

Originally, when Okamoto Sakata heard that Qusay was still interested in his Soviet intelligence, he wanted to slap his two big mouths and make himself talk more, but now he doesn't want to follow Qusay at all, and wants to stay here.

Obviously, the plan to kill the first cheater has failed, and now there is only one way to kill the enemy if they want to complete the mission, and if Qusay takes them, they will not be able to kill the Iraqis in front of Qusay.

However, Qusai's last sentence saved them, and he wanted to send them to the battlefield, Okamoto Sakata is now very grateful to Kusai and does not take himself with him, otherwise, he will have to find a way to escape, and take the weapon handed over by the guards, Okamoto Sakata grinned: "Don't worry, we won't be deserters!" ”

"I hope so, otherwise, I'll blow you in the head with my gun, you know, a lot of cowards have died under my gun, let's go, don't stay here!"

The guard opened his mouth and smiled, looking a little cruel, as if he was expecting Okamoto and Marcelo to be deserters, and then blasting their heads with their own weapons.

Qusay retreated quickly, and when Okamoto and Marcelo walked out of the room, Qusay was gone, and along with him disappeared his elongated luxury car, and hundreds of guards.

The Iraqi soldiers on the front line did not know where they got the news of Qusay's retreat, shouting all kinds of slogans such as retreat, fleeing, etc., and some of the Iraqi soldiers who were rushing towards the US military camp just now began to retreat slowly, but these retreating soldiers were not retreating, but were covering alternately, and the retreat was very orderly.

When Okamoto and Marcelo were sent to the front line, the front line was already in some chaos, the retreating soldiers were retreating in an orderly manner, while some soldiers were still attacking, but compared to before, the firepower of the offensive was much weaker, and some of the firepower points of the American army that were suppressed and could not raise their heads began to recover, and began to harvest the lives of Iraqis.

Okamoto Sakata and Marcelo found a bunker, squatted behind the bunker, and began to shoot indiscriminately at the US military camp, Okamoto Sakata shot the machine gun decently, and then glanced at Marcelo, and gently made a throat-cutting gesture, Marcelo saw it, and immediately nodded, knowing what Okamoto Sakata meant.

The two guards squatted not far from Okamoto and Marcelo, constantly looking at the battlefield situation, once something was wrong, they would immediately retreat, as for the life and death of the two people in front of them, they couldn't control it, and they shot them directly when they left, of course, they had to pretend now, after all, it was the task assigned by Cusai, and they still had to have a snack, otherwise Cusai would not be able to make a difference.

Okamoto Sakata turned his head to look at the two guards behind him, with a flattering smile on his face: "Two big brothers, I don't know if you have any cigarettes in your hands?" I want to smoke a cigarette to relieve stress, I'm a little nervous! ”

The guard looked at Okamoto Sakata, casually took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, first took out one for himself, and then handed one to his companion, and at this time the hands of both men had already left the trigger.

Although the two guards looked down on Okamoto and Marcelo, they had to admire the ability of these two people to find cover, and the two guards could smoke without worrying about being discovered by the enemy when they were smoking.

"Hey, that white man, would you like one too?"

"Thank you!" Marcelo also turned his head, and when he heard the guard's words, he said thank you, but as he said thank you, he raised his hand and picked up his weapon and pulled the trigger on the two guards.

A burst of gunfire rang out, Marcelo killed two Iraqi guards, and after killing the two guards, Marcelo immediately pointed his gun at Okamoto Sakata, and at the same time bent down and walked quickly in front of them, picked up a lit cigarette, and took two puffs of a cigarette mixed with blood, while Okamoto Sakata also pointed the gun at Marcelo.

"Hey, hey, it looks like the two of us think about it!" When Okamoto Sakata saw this scene, he immediately laughed, this white man had similar thoughts to him, and he also wanted to kill the other party immediately.

"Seeing your wonderful sowing discord, how could I not be on guard against you? The casualties of the Americans in this time should not be small, there should not have been this battle in history, do you think I should guard against you? Marcelo also sneered, fortunately he had been prepared, otherwise he would have been lying down by now.

Neither of them dared to move, because the muzzles of both sides were pointed at each other's bodies instead of their heads, and one shot would definitely not kill the other party, as long as they shot themselves, the other person would pull the trigger before he died.