:First of all, I declare that I have counted the number of words, this paragraph of extra words will not charge more money, I must think that I am slow to update, let's first report to you about the work of the past few days, the military can not be the protagonist, as soon as the small universe breaks out, the world is invincible, and the protagonist is invincible, the protagonist is in an absolute disadvantage, and there is no support, how to achieve a reasonable victory, it is very nerve-wracking, these days, I made a small Tora Bora mountain sand table according to the information and pictures in my hand, and the short film, with the wind shadow building, their current situation repeatedly deduced the tactics, and finally determined several key points, the key point of this chapter is snow, of course, this key point is not set by yourself, but to find out that it did snow during that time

Everyone rushed up, and in just a dozen seconds, they swept away the individual weapons and equipment that Long Wang and Li Fan had bought from the soldiers of the anti-Taliban coalition at least ten times the price. {UC eBook.} Head. Hair}

In their team, the dragon king, who was already more than 200 centimeters tall and could carry 90 kilograms of weight to complete 25 kilometers of mountain cross-country without changing his color, was the first to get close to the water, and held the American MM11 runner-type grenade launcher, together with dozens of 40-millimeter caliber grenades, in his arms.

Although the times are constantly advancing, and even robots, weapons that only appear in science fiction movies, have been officially put into the battlefield, but this does not mean that the ground war has undergone a qualitative change. Don't talk about any military jargon, don't talk about the strictest training of special forces, once you get rid of air support, there are no Tomahawk missiles, and when you have to use ground forces to gnaw hard, it is still "grenades, submachine guns and daggers", this kind of tactics first used by the German ** team when attacking enemy trenches and machine gun fortresses as early as World War II is the most practical!

Looking at the rearmed team members, Fengyinglou finally understood why Li Fan and the others were able to live in the Tora Bora Mountains for more than two months in an embattled and isolated situation. Fengyinglou received training based on questioning and assassination, and Li Fan, a strategic talent who showed a sharp mind since he was a child, in the next three years, he probably received comprehensive knowledge of world religions, battlefield public opinion propaganda, behavioral psychology and negotiation.

Once he goes deep behind enemy lines, he will enter the neutral zone, lose his local combat advantage, and have no information support and supplies, Li will naturally become the image spokesperson of his team, he has an absolute understanding of the customs of hundreds of large and small races in the world, and uses his elegant and sunny smile and long-sleeved dancing means to build a bridge of communication between the whole team and the outside world!

After receiving a few chip grenades and a smoke bomb handed over by the Dragon King, before the Wind Shadow Building hung them on his body armor, there was a faint coldness from the root, and the Wind Shadow Building subconsciously raised his head, and the sky that was still bright and starry just now was already covered with dark clouds in a blink of an eye.

Watch as the heavy clouds gather at a speed that is clearly visible to the naked eye, until they take up the entire sky. And the starry snowflakes can't wait to flutter in the air, in the corner of the campus of the Fifth Special Force Elite Training School, having tasted enough of the invasion of wind, frost, rain and snow, how could Fengyinglou not know that at this fateful time, Fu Khan actually ushered in its first heavy snowfall in two thousand and one years?!

The moonlight had been cut off from the bottom of the dense clouds, but the wind shadow still raised its head and the snowflakes fell on his face one after another, and after bringing out a little cool stimulation, his eyes were melted into a little droplets, and then slid down his face to create thin water lines.

Frankly speaking, Fengyinglou doesn't like snow, and after living in the open air in the corner of the campus for six years, in his eyes, the wind is his enemy, the rain is his enemy, the frost is his enemy, and the snow, of course, is his enemy! These drastic changes in the climate will make Fengyinglou, who tosses himself exhausted on the training ground every day, lose his body temperature rapidly, and it is difficult to sleep after tossing and turning. But tonight, this snow made Fengyinglou's heart suddenly swell with a happy urge to turn a few heels on the ground, and a big smile bloomed unabashedly from his face.

The full moon. It has been tightly covered by dark clouds. In this kind of reach out is not visible to the five fingers. Visibility is extremely low. It is impossible for the terrorists in the base to attack at a tempo unaffected. Most importantly, it is. The lowest temperature at night in the mountains of Tora Bora is now. It's already more than minus 30 degrees. It can definitely be said that it drips into ice. Snowflakes that fall to the ground do not melt at all. Believe no more than an hour. A layer of snow will fall on the ground. Inar and Andrew: They are in danger. Al-Qaeda wants to capture such a position again. The difficulty does not increase a lot.

But Inar and Kovman they didn't laugh. Wind Shadow House has been in the base terrorist training camp for a few months. And he lives in the same cave with a group of terrorists. Day and night got along for a while. But after all, he has not been in contact with the ** real core team. And Inar, they fought a ten-year war in Afghanistan. They know better than anyone. The Afghan guerrillas are terrible. Not to mention. Tonight. They face the ground. It is a group of religious fanatics in the truest sense of the word.

The dense gunfire was mixed with the dull roar of RPG rocket artillery. Those religious fanatics. Singing the war song of their hearts without regrets. In front of Inar, their group of former Soviet soldiers took up a position. A stormy charge was initiated. Although they are only attacking the foot of the mountain. Several wounded men defended their positions. But a few hundred meters away. Inar they can smell clearly. Those religious fanatics emanated. It's like a murderous substance.

In these religious fanatics. There is no right or wrong. As long as the leader speaks the earth. Then it must be on the ground. As long as it is commanded by the leader. They kill with honor. They hijacked planes and crashed into other people's buildings that were honorably there. They were gloriously finished with innocent civilians strapped to bomb bags. Make them like fools. Rushing upwards with machine-gun fire. One by one, they fell in pools of blood.

They're a bunch of people. Completely disappointed with real life. And they firmly believe. Just obey the leader's command. Be willing to die for the truth. When they die, they will enter the distant kingdom of heaven. Freedom from poverty, hardship and cold. Live like a fairy. Even if it's for this beautiful hope. They can also be fearless of life and death.

And, of course, a little bit of Nar, their group. But twenty times ago. Aggression against Afghanistan. Aggressors with Afghan blood on their hands! These invaders of them. After being driven out of Afghanistan, he didn't think about it. But it turned back. With ulterior motives. Infiltration into Al-Qaida...... Whether it is the leader commanding. Or in the eyes of the religious fanatics of Inar's identity. They are all unforgivably heinous!

Because of this, the enemy who is now attacking a few wounded at the foot of the mountain is not one or several troops at all, but a group of the craziest beasts who have long forgotten what death is, with red eyes and a barrage formed by the strafing of several automatic rifles, gasping, roaring, howling, and charging to the limit!

Several flares were shot into the sky, and the sky and the earth were instantly reflected

Several former Sus, who had observed the enemy's situation through a scope with night vision, subconsciously turned their heads together. And almost at the same time, they all made a judgment in their hearts: "The brothers below are finished!" ”

That's right, they're finished. If you don't see the scene at the foot of the mountain, you won't really understand what it means to be a building!

Look at the terrorists who launched a group charge forward one after another under the miserable white light pulled out by the flares, among them, there was no echelon to cover the formation, there was no fire suppression, and it is estimated that there was no reserve at all. As far as the eye could see, there were fanatics with AK automatic rifles in their hands, dressed in black, with black bandanas on their heads and bushy beards on their faces.

God knows how many people the other side threw in at once, but everywhere there was the sound of war songs, and everywhere there were heavy cowhide boots worn by these fanatics, which were heavily trampled on the hard rocks, and gathered together to form a roar like a heavy drum.

In the face of this overwhelming attack, several veterans who were seriously injured and had lost their mobility, the automatic rifles in their hands, although the tongues of fire splashed bullet casings and jumped wildly, and the bullets drew dark red streamlines in the air, harvesting one life after another, but after all, they only had a few people and a few guns, they had no heavy weapons, and they could not form fire suppression at all, how could they repel such a stormy group charge?!

Just a charge, a hundred fanatics, easily broke through the foot of the mountain several veterans of the position, a veteran pale face raised the grenade in his hand, white smoke from the tail of the grenade, the veteran in the last moment of life, suddenly raised his head, like a wounded wolf howl in this mountain, spread far, far away.

It's not that he's tired of looking for death, these veterans have been dealing with the Afghans for too long, and they know better than anyone that in the face of a group of beasts who have just started the war, they have already killed red-eyed, and there is no reason to speak of any reason at all, even if they really raise their hands and surrender.

"Boom! Rumble! Boom ......"

The roar of grenades rang from the foot of the hill, and several veterans and fanatics who had already rushed to their side fell in pools of blood. But not all of them detonated the grenade at the first time, and the enemy who rushed up to the end, in the face of real death, the two veterans who pinched the grenade hesitated for a moment, and their limbs were nailed to the ground with bayonets. As soon as the screams came out of their throats, more people had already gathered around, and at the same time, more bayonets had pierced into their bodies.

That scene looked like a pack of hungry red-eyed wolves, eating the prey that had lost their resistance but was still alive, that is, in the blood splash, the screams kept coming out of the crowd, until the people around him stabbed more than a hundred times back and forth, and the old soldier who was lying on the ground with the most rigorous training and strong vitality finally stopped trembling, and his body, at this time, had almost been chopped into a pile of minced meat.

The other veteran, whose limbs had been nailed to the ground with bayonets, suddenly showed a look of despair in his eyes, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily. Under his desperate gaze, a man with a machete in his hand walked over quickly, raised and dropped the knife, and cut off his right hand, which had just pinched the grenade, but at the most critical moment, did not pull the fuse.

Blood splattered into the air along with a terrible scream, and the veteran, whose right arm had been chopped off alive, rolled his eyes and curled up suddenly, but he had just fainted in pain, because the remaining left arm and both legs were nailed to the ground with a bayonet, and he pulled hard, and regained consciousness in even more pain.

The man with the machete in his hand, accustomed to doing similar work, was still calm when blood sprayed on his body, while the other man next to him grabbed a handful of grass ash from the cloth bag and skillfully applied it to the veteran's right shoulder, stopping the bleeding for him. In the face of this "goodwill" act, the last living veteran on this battlefield, who had just fainted and woken up in pain, hissed: "Kill me!" ”

In fact, even he himself knows that this is simply an extravagant hope!

The second knife slashed down, and the veteran's left arm was cut off by the opponent's shoulder, and then the wound was coated with grass ash with a hemostatic effect.

Such a scene is simply perverted and outrageous for people living in a peaceful environment, but it is commonplace for Afghans who have been living in the midst of war. Chopping off all the limbs of the captives, smearing grass ash on the wounds to stop the bleeding, allowing the other party to survive, and then throwing such a "human stick" in front of the other party's door is one of the most common methods they use to treat prisoners of war, especially those of the Soviet army.

Seeing that the other party raised the knife again, the veteran who suffered heavy blows one after another, but never died, every muscle in his body was trembling. But at the moment when the machete in the opponent's hand fell heavily for the third time, a pale smile suddenly rose in the veteran's eyes.

Because he saw a little dark red streamer, starting from the mountain peak more than two hundred meters away, with an amazing speed that was not covering his ears, it flew straight towards the position he was in. From his experience, it was immediately possible to conclude that it was a forty-millimeter grenade!

With absolute accuracy, this grenade hit the crowd of onlookers directly, perhaps the retribution of the cycle of heavenly reason was not happy, in front of everyone, the grenade with a caliber of forty millimeters and an absolutely decent weight actually smashed directly into the butcher who was armed with a machete.

God knows if the butcher was killed by a grenade, or by a blow-up, or both. In short, with this butcher's head as the core, a ball of flame suddenly rolled up, and under the impetus of the subsonic shock wave, what red-hot steel sheets, plus a large number of sticky and greasy red and white, God knows what kind of plaything, radiated against the area within a radius of twelve meters, carried out a splash.

When the billowing smoke and blood rain fell, with the veteran and the butcher as the core, seven or eight people fell around.

Colonel Inar on the mountain peak, put down the QLZ87 automatic grenade launcher in his hand that was still billowing white smoke, he looked around the audience, and said in a deep voice: "Keep a grenade for yourself, don't hesitate when it's time to use it!" ”

"Especially you," Colonel Inar's gaze finally fell on Andrew's face, he reached out and gently wiped a few blades of grass from Andrew's hair, looking at Andrew, who was only sixteen years old and not yet an adult, just because of his father's relationship, and stepped into the most dangerous battlefield, Inar whispered: "I know you have concerns in your heart, and you want to live more than anyone else." But you must understand that as a girl, if you miss and get captured on this battlefield, facing a group of terrorists who hate us to the bone and will never abide by the Geneva Conventions, the end will be worse than those two people just now! ”

Andrew bit her lip lightly, and was silent for a long time, she said in a low voice: "Brother Fengyinglou won't leave me!" ”