People who have used the STG44 assault rifle tend to be dissatisfied with this gun, the STG44 has a slower rate of fire at close range, because of the use of short rifle bullets, the barrel jumps significantly when firing continuously, and it is not as easy to control as a submachine gun. If at 50 meters, compared to the MP40 submachine gun, the STG44 is inferior.

In West Germany, the then Wehrmacht officers even advocated the STG44 as a new standard weapon. In many regional conflicts in modern Africa, this antique weapon is still used.

Gao Jun's hand tightened and his muscle memory was reading, pressing the STG44 up and down within a controllable range.

The two ISIS elements never dreamed that they could jump out of the back, and in an instant they were shot in their backs, snorted, stumbled under their feet, fell their heads into the mire, and died coldly.

But Gao Jun didn't stop, and only after a shuttle of bullets completely smashed the thighs of the two corpses did he come out cautiously.

"Who are you village chiefs here?" He looked at the frightened villagers lying on the ground and asked in a deep voice.

"Jonathan is our village chief, and he used to be the magistrate of Ramadi City."

Seeing that Gao Jun did not look like a terrorist who killed innocents indiscriminately, a bold man raised his hand and shouted.

"Ramadi?" Gao Jun frowned, "That damn place!" ”

Ramadi was one of the main supporters of the former Saddam regime.

Between 2003~2006, Ramadi, as one of the main anti-American bases, had a number of attacks against American soldiers. Since 2011, the "IAIA" and the Iraqi government army have waged repeated battles in Ramadi.

On top of that, it was a "high occurrence" of beheading videos in the United States and the United Kingdom. ”

In Iraq, arms dealers or security companies call it "the mecca of dollars!" ”

Because they like war, and that way there is money to be made.

…

When Gao Jun was about to continue to ask questions, his spine suddenly cooled, his scalp was numb, and he rolled completely on the edge of his consciousness, and the head of a civilian in front of him was suddenly exploded.

"Silencer! Grass! ”

Gao Jun roared with a red face and waved his hand: "Disperse!" ”

He ran as soon as he pulled his legs, and the bullet hit the ground behind his heel, making a dull sound, and he ran in a serpentine manner, reducing the hit rate.

He slammed into the stone house through the wooden door, shrunk his head, his chest heaved rapidly, stretched out his tongue and licked his dry lips, knelt on the ground, and looked at it with his peripheral vision, and when he was fleeing for his life just now, he found that the bullet was coming from the direction of six o'clock!

The opponent's intuition told Gao Jun that the gunman must be hiding on it, because if he were him, he would also hide there.

"Whew!"

Taking a deep breath, he slowly extended the muzzle of the gun, staring at it without blinking.

Except for the eyes moving, the rest were as stiff as stones, so close to three minutes, when the muscles were a little sore, the other party finally couldn't help it, the head was a little out of the way, Gao Jun's thumb was adjusted to a single shot, pulled the trigger, the head suddenly lifted, and then a corpse rolled off the roof and fell heavily to the ground.

Flipping through the window, he moved forward with his gun in his hand, and when he walked to the side of the corpse, he saw an AR-18 rifle with a silencer, kicked it to the side with his toes, and then refilled it, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the old Taoist priest also killed the enemy cleanly, and after searching the village for a while, he trotted over and gathered with Gao Jun.

"I think we should withdraw quickly, IAIA is just a bunch of moss, and you can't break free if you stick to it." The first thing he said to Gao Jun was very serious, "We are just asking for money, there is no need to confront them, you will know how terrifying they are in Iraq." ”

IAIA is an extremely well-known terrorist organization in the world, and even those big countries in Europe feel that their heads are big, and if the Zulong Security Company sticks it again, they don't know how they will die.

Gao Jun nodded firmly, turned around and prepared to leave.

But who knows, the people behind him are unconsciously full of people, and everyone looks at them a little... Weird!

The old Taoist priest was shocked in his heart, and his toes gently kicked the heel of Gao Jun's shoes, and said in Chinese: "People's hearts!" ”

"If there's any change, kill it!" Gao Jun said in a deep voice, "Try to hit your legs." ”

If there are too many dead people, no one can contain them, and the eyes of the whole world can be focused on Central Asia, and there is a bit of a stir, and the media all over the world can expose it, and he doesn't want to become the target of public criticism, and everyone shouts and beats him.

Didn't you see that the actions of the US military here are all picked with a magnifying glass?

"What are you going to do!"

Just when the anger became more and more weird, I saw an old woman rushing through the crowd, opening her arms like a cub to block the crowd, trembling in her voice.

"Aunt Dorothea, we can't let them go, otherwise our village won't be able to keep it, and the ISIS demons won't let us go."

"They killed the IAIA people, and they can't let us be punished."

…

Gao Jun's face was cold, and he touched the grenade on his back waist without moving, if these bastards come hard, everyone will die together!

"Nope! We must not violate the faith, Allah says that those who will take revenge will not receive His gifts! The old lady roared excitedly, muddy tears sliding down her wrinkled skin, "Iraqis are all fighters, and there is no precedent for pointing a butcher's knife at a comrade-in-arms." ”

Maybe it was Aunt Dorothea who had a little prestige in the village, and this played a role, and the surrounding villagers lowered their heads in shame and consciously got out of the way, and the old lady escorted Gao Jun and the two through the middle, and her vigilant eyes were a little fierce, and when they were sent outside the village entrance, the expression on her face was slightly relaxed.

Gao Jun also breathed a sigh of relief, his back was soaked, and his palms were filled with dry sweat, and he was sincerely grateful.

Aunt Dorothea smiled reluctantly, but she still looked a little sad, "Even if Iraq is dead now, I won't allow him to be tarnished and insulted like this!" ”

Gao Jun and the old Taoist priest looked at each other, they didn't know how to comfort each other, they could only watch each other leave, and the rickety body, under the sunset falling on the horizon, was getting farther and farther away...

"Let's go." Gao Jun patted the dull old Taoist priest, jumped into the car and blasted into the distance.

……

Dorothea stood on the edge of the cliff, letting the mountain breeze blow her white hair on her sideburns, and she looked up not far away, where a dozen years ago was a beautiful church, where they liked to gather around to sing Iraqi songs and look forward to tomorrow.

But in the blink of an eye, it was in ruins.

The years destroy the youth of the human body, and the war destroys the memories of youth.

"Farewell, my Iraq, goodbye, my past!"

Dorothea opened her hand and leaped into the air, like a floating feather.