"Bah, Bah!" Three gunshots rang out in the distance, and it seemed that Zhu Yuanzhong and the American GIs had been exposed.

Zhao Guoqing frowned slightly, and said unhappily: "These two useless guys! After saying that, he shouted to the Indian Ahsan and the Russian Hercules, "Go, go and support them!" ”

The technician reached out and covered his foot and neck, and said with a bitter face: "I... I probably won't be able to go with you. ”

Zhao Guoqing made a look of embarrassment and said, "Okay, you stay here first, and then I'll take you with me when I have time." As he spoke, he took out his pistol and handed it over, "You take this for self-defense." ”

"Oh, thank you." The technician held the pistol firmly.

Zhao Guoqing didn't say anything more, and left with the Indian Ah San and the Russian Hercules, and soon the gunfire in the distance became more intense.

The technician craned his neck and looked around, and when he was sure that there was no one, he jumped up, turned around and ran in the other direction, and his foot looked a little injured.

He ran four or five kilometers in one go, climbed over a mountain, and finally hid behind a big tree to rest temporarily.

He covered his heart with both hands, and almost didn't let his little heart jump out of his run, opening his mouth wide to breathe in the air.

"Wow." A figure fell from a tree overhead, and before the technician could react, he was pushed to the ground and snatched the gun from his hand.

Then, five men came out of the surrounding bushes and surrounded the technician.

The clothes of these six people are no different from those of the rebels, but the momentum they exude is obviously much stronger, and the weapons and equipment are also the most advanced American or German goods.

It was preliminarily concluded that these people were the masters of the Eye Snake mercenary group.

The technician was pressed to the ground and ate a mouthful of dirt, he was very surprised at first, then calmed down, and cried out in a low voice: "Don't shoot, my own people, I want to see Chief Hamley!" ”

Hamre was an important leader in the rebel army, and not many people knew his name.

Seeing that the technician said Hamley's name, one of the mercenaries knocked him unconscious with a punch, and then ordered the others to stay where they were, and carried the technician into the depths.

The other five mercenaries immediately hid and did not find a person lurking less than a hundred meters away from them, Zhao Guoqing.

Zhao Guoqing hid in the grass a hundred meters away, and saw the scene just now with a telescope in his hand, so he naturally knew that there was a mercenary ambush on the opposite side.

Not far from Zhao Guoqing were four people, namely Zhu Yuanzhong, Indian Ah San, American special forces, and Russian Hercules.

"Ma Dan, I just said that guy can't believe it, he really has a problem." The American special forces said hatefully.

Zhu Yuanzhong whispered: "The hostages should be locked up on the other side." ”

"Do you want to act?" The Russian Hercules touched the heavy machine gun in his hand, and was already a little impatient.

Indian Ah San looked at Zhao Guoqing with two eyes, waiting for the order.

That's right, Zhao Guoqing deliberately set a trap for the technician before, the purpose was to use the other party to find the hostage.

Zhao Guoqing had already been suspicious of this guy when the technician said the San Marti Mountains, and when he jumped from the town government building, Zhao Guoqing really didn't have time to see where the location was in detail, but he also glanced at it. With just a quick glance, Zhao Guoqing had already determined that the location where the hostages were held had been narrowed down to a range of one kilometer, but the technician gave a very general location.

There is a problem with the technician, which Zhao Guoqing is very sure of, so he placed a set and asked the technician to drill into it.

Zhu Yuanzhong and the American special forces were found to be fake by the enemy, and it was also fake that Zhao Guoqing brought people to support, but they just wanted to create a false impression for the technician, but that guy was fooled.

Seeing the mercenary appear, Zhao Guoqing was sure that he had not found the wrong place this time.

"Prepare for battle." Zhao Guoqing picked up a sniper rifle while giving the order, and quickly locked on to the enemy's position.

At the same time, the other four also occupied the best place to attack.

Five to five, the enemy has not yet realized the existence of Zhao Guoqing and the others, but Zhao Guoqing and the five have locked on their respective targets.

"Hit." Zhao Guoqing gave the order to attack, and at the same time pulled the trigger.

"Poof." A mercenary was killed in the grass a hundred meters away.

Almost at the same time, gunshots rang out from the other four directions, followed by screams from the corresponding four points.

The battle ended in the blink of an eye, but Zhao Guoqing and the five did not relax at all.

On the other side is the enemy's lair, and it won't be long before more enemies rush in.

"Two, four, and five, the three of you are in charge of luring the enemy over; Number Three, you are here preparing to ambush the enemy; You're trying your best to lure the enemy's attention, and I'm trying to sneak in and save them! Zhao Guoqing successively issued action orders.

"Yes!" Everyone responded one after another, and each took action.

Three found a high point and lurked; Zhu Yuanzhong, the American special forces, and the Indian Ah San made a charge, stabbing at the enemy's heart like a sharp sword; Zhao Guoqing sneaked towards the enemy's lair from the other direction.

After a while, Zhu Yuanzhong and the three of them clashed with the enemy again, and after a period of firefight, the three of them retreated as if they were invincible, and introduced the enemy into the ambush point of the Russian Hercules, and the four of them worked together to eliminate a group of enemies, but in a blink of an eye, more enemies rushed over.

The battle soon entered the white-hot stage, Zhu Yuanzhong and the four took advantage of the geographical advantage to block the enemy's attack, but the enemy occupied a numerical advantage, and after a long time, Zhu Yuanzhong and the four could still be devoured.

Now, it's up to Zhao Guoqing, whether he can rescue the hostages when Zhu Yuanzhong and the four of them can't hold on, or lead everyone to retreat.

When the technician woke up again, he found himself in a room with his hands and feet tied to a chair and several armed men with guns standing around him.

"Mr. Hamley, he's awake." A thick voice preached.

The technician looked around carefully, only to find that there was a man sitting on the right, dressed slightly different from the other armed men, dressed in white, who was none other than the important leader of the rebel army, Hamre.

Hamre was holding a newspaper in his hand and was looking at the technician through the top of the paper.

"Sir Hamley, it's me, you don't remember me?" The technician exclaimed excitedly.

Hamlet put down the newspaper and asked, "You brought those people from outside here?" ”

The technician shuddered for a moment, but then immediately said, "Sir, it is true that I brought them here, but it is also a signal I sent to you!" Sir, believe me, I have no ill intentions, I just want to lure these guys here and kill them! ”

"I have to thank you for that." Hamre said as he stood up.

The technician would never have taken this as a compliment, and when he saw Hamlet get up, he shuddered in fright.

Hamlet walks up to the technician and pulls a saber from one of the armed men, the tip of which is pressed against the technician's heart.

The technician swallowed nervously, and the image of the tip of the knife stabbing into his heart and the pain it caused came to his mind, and he shivered again.

"Long. Sir.." The technician was already nervously speechless.

Hamlet's wrist flickered, and the tip of the knife cut the rope that was tied to the technician.

"You know what? If it weren't for the fact that you were of any kind, you would be a corpse by now. Hamlet leaned into the technician's ear and spoke.

"Thank you. Thank you, sir. The technician felt like he had walked around the gates of hell and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Are you all ready?" Hamre looked up and asked one of the armed men.

"Ready." The other party replied.

"Come with me." Hamlet speaks to the technician, and with that he opens the door to another room and enters.

The technician hurriedly broke free of his rope and followed.

The room was furnished like a photographic tape, with a blue cloth shadow on the top wall, and on the ground kneeling was a woman with her head covered in a black cloth, she was the American female reporter.

Behind the female reporter stood an armed man with his face covered, holding a sharp knife in his hand, which Hamre would swing and sever when he gave the order.

In front of the female reporter is a video camera that will capture the entire meeting, and Hamre will speak in front of the camera.

Connected to the camera is a computer, which is the reason for the technician's life.

After the camera captures the footage, the technician composites it to make it appear to be in another place, such as a desert, a beach, a woods, or a city, wherever you want it to be.

The purpose of this was to confuse the enemy and give the impression that the video was filmed in another location.

Just like the house in front of you, it looks like it should be an apartment built in a city or village, but it is actually built in a cave.

Everything is fake, which is why government forces and the United States have not been able to grasp the exact location where the hostages are being held.

When ready, all the unrelated personnel were locked outside the studio, leaving only the technician who operated the computer, Hamre who was about to speak, the female journalist who was about to die, and the armed man who was responsible for the beheading.

Hamre stands in front of the camera, his face obscured, in order to maintain mystery in front of the world and also to prevent retaliation.

Hamlet gives a short speech roughly condemning the local government and placing the blame for the death of the female journalist on the government, along with a series of threats, and then the scene cuts to the female journalist.

The black mask was pulled off the female reporter's head, revealing her panicked face, and the tears of nostalgia for life could not stop rolling down.

The armed man standing behind him raised his knife in his hand, ready to complete his mission here.

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