Looking at the cold automatic rifle in his hand, Xu Ping's brain fell into a state of death, because before coming to Afghanistan, he had imagined countless scenarios, but none of them fit the current situation.

"Why? Who are we going to fight against? He asked, a little panicked, sweat pouring down his head.

Ibrahim took a bullet pouch from his chest and poured some mineral water on it, moistening it. Then firmly insert the magazine into each pouch slot. Ordinary Soviet-style bullet bags can only hold one magazine per position, and the Celestial Empire Aid bullet bag can be filled with two magazines in each position after being wet with water. He put on a body armor and inserted only two bulletproof plates in his chest.

The new materials company of the TDU Group has developed a new type of body armor material, in which the fibrous multilayer material (that is, charcoal paper) is also one of the company's bulk sales because the bulletproof effect is no less than that of Kevlar carbon fiber.

The mercenaries within the group use "in-house products", which are more bulletproof, and even soft base body armor can prevent 7.62mm rifles from firing from 50 meters away. After installing the additional plug board, the safety factor is greatly increased. It may feel heavy, but most of the armed men have only one or two plates attached to the heart.

"Hurry, hurry. Get the scout up. "Ibrahim has received complete military training from TDU and can be said to be the backbone of the local base. He commanded the dozen or so armed men to pull each other, and one of them raised a miniature unmanned helicopter. This helicopter uses a coaxial twin-rotor, similar to the Russian cassette aircraft. The size is much smaller. The diameter is only more than 30 centimeters. Carries an omnidirectional camera and a small bomb that can be used for reconnaissance and attack.

Most of the world's counterparts can only carry a camera and sensor, and heavier bombs cannot be carried. And this little thing is based on the real world, and it does not seem obtrusive. If you want to know that this little thing can fly for more than ten hours in a row and carry a 1.5-kilogram bomb, how many countries will be dazzled and want to snatch it.

The miniature helicopter was quickly lifted into the air, and due to the electric motor drive, the sound was very small, and it flew along the back ridge.

The remaining APS fighters set up another NATO-standard 81mm mortar, and two gunners began to illuminate the other side of the hill with laser rangefinders. The next thing is to wait for the results of the miniature helicopter. That's more accurate.

Ibrahim after this qiē. Only then did he explain to Xu Ping, who was still standing with a rifle in his hand, "There is a group of al-Qaeda extremists on that mountain, and they are trying to attack us. But we have reconnaissance and know about the ambush. Now we're going to get rid of those mongrels. ”

"Al-Qaeda extremists? What do they want to do? Kidnap? "The al-Qaeda elements in Xu Ping's impression are all the same guy who looks like bin Laden. He is an employee of a chemical industry company that produces fertilizers. The goal of coming here is to help local farmers grow and sell fertilizer, how did they get involved in such a war?

He looked down at the rifle in his cup speechlessly, something that was common in CS and Crossfire. There are not many people who love to use it. Even if he's not a military fan, he's heard that the M16 rifle seems to have a high failure rate, and there were more than N American GIs who threw it away in the Vietnam War and replaced it with an AK47.

"I'm not going to use this." Xu Ping was a little frightened, even if the game was familiar, it didn't mean that he had seen a real gun. In the Celestial Empire, not to mention playing with real guns, imitation guns may be sent to prison.

The A-country man looked at him with a strange expression for a while, shook his head and said a few words in the local language, but Xu Ping didn't understand. "What do those guys at HQ think? Sent such a rookie? ”

I had no choice but to do a few demonstrations. How to check the chamber of the gun, this is taught first, otherwise it will not be good for this guy to go off and kill himself or kill others. Secondly, the magazine is correctly arranged, how to pull the bolt to load the bullet, how to hold the gun and shoot.

The former extremist said several times, "At all times, don't turn your guns on your companions!" Never do that! It doesn't matter if you can't hit the enemy, don't hit our own people! ”

After nagging for a long time, Xu Ping was a little ashamed to hear it, is he really a typical recruit.

At this time, the micro-aircraft had reached the ridge of the mountain, and the camera could clearly see more than a dozen armed men on the other side of the mountain. Most of them were also dressed as local civilians, most of them were armed with AK47 rifles, and one man carried an RPG 40mm rocket launcher.

"Fly the helicopter to that rocket hand and drop the bomb. Mortars are launched, and then the parameters are corrected. "Under the orders of this little leader, these people are still in order.

A young man of about 17 or 18 years old, staring at his laptop and using a flying stick. The video coming from the camera is very clear, similar to that of a professional camera.

Then with a flick of the screen, a small bomb fell.

Xu Ping saw a flash of light on the mountain, and then there was an explosion, although the bomb was small, but the power was quite large, far exceeding ordinary TNT explosives.

With a "azole", the mortar gun ejected from the chamber, and the shell crossed a high parabola and landed on the side of the local position.

"Readjust!" The gunners realigned, and the second shell landed accurately in the position of the Tabanites who had blown up the battalion.

"Come again, come again!" The gunners fired at least 20 shells into the hill in one go, sending rubble flying all over the air. It's a pity that the caliber of the 81-mm mortar is a little smaller, if it is 120 mm, it can be called a shaking of the earth.

“Aahua-Akuba!!” Most of the APS security personnel were ignited by the accurate artillery fire, and they shouted and rushed from their positions to the opposing positions.

"Who made you charge? You idiots! Ibrahim was furious, he hadn't ordered the attack yet, why did these people rush up?

In the blink of an eye, there was only one gunner, Ibrahim and Xu Ping left on the position, looking at each other. That's funny, isn't it? In the distance, the group of security personnel who were running very happily were busy attacking, and there was a cry of "Ahla!" in the air. Ahla!”。

Xu Ping blinked. I used to watch the war in the Arab world on the Internet, and it seemed like this. A large group of people brandished AK rifles, fired their guns in a mess, and charged indiscriminately. This time, at the beginning, it was drone reconnaissance and mortar positioning shooting, which seemed to be quite standard. After a long time, these two people are professionals.

"Stay here, remember to hold your gun, and if someone shoots at you, you will shoot back." Ibrahim told Xu Ping that he now had to catch up and recommand the gang. Otherwise, you may have to fall off the cliff after a while, and it is possible to fall to your death a few more. In the early years when there was a war. You look like this, right? It was only after joining the TDU Group and re-entering formal training that I realized that I had been too amateurish.

Big brother, why don't you leave someone for me? Xu Ping held an M16 rifle. I want to cry without tears. Now I'm only one person. I don't know the local language. How can you tell which one is your own person and one is an extremist? From the outside, they are all dressed in local national costumes, and the weapons they hold seem to be AK rifles. They all look very similar.

For fear that there are snipers on the other side, as in the games and movies, there is a killer who is looking for fighters. Xu Ping honestly lay behind the dirt slope behind the position, occasionally watching the battle through the gaps.

After about ten minutes, the gunfire on the mountain stopped, and a group of people walked down the mountain talking and laughing, estimating that one side had won a complete victory.

Xu Ping hesitated and didn't dare to say hello, because the people who came down really couldn't tell their identities. Now he is struggling with whether to hold a gun or not, because he has heard that civilians may be able to flee for their lives.

A minute later, Ibrahim appeared in the crowd, apparently lucky that his group did not lose.

There were two captives, one of whom was about 14 or 15 years old, with a bruised face and bruised eyes. The other was older, in his 40s, with a full beard and two eyes that showed a look of horror.

APS security personnel began beating the two captives, and then in pairs dragged one in an attempt to take them to a nearby bush. So the middle-aged man shouted something, his voice was full of pleading, and he struggled desperately.

"Oh my God! What are they shouting? Xu Ping saw the security guards slam their faces with the butts of their guns and was shocked by the ferocity of these people.

Ibrahim lit a cigarette and took a few puffs before saying, "They are father and son, from Chechnya, and they are members of al-Qaeda." ”

Xu Ping asked, "What are you shouting?" ”

He said he hoped to forgive them, and if not, to spare his son's life.

"You're going to execute them? Didn't they surrender? "Xu Ping didn't expect to see the execution in this life, the battle just now was at the far end, and he didn't see it with his own eyes. Killing two people right in front of him really shocked him.

"Forgive them? They brought explosives and poisons to try to destroy our farmland and wells. Now the headquarters has spent so much money and repaired farmland and wells. They were going to do this, trying to starve us to death. So they have to pay! Ibrahim replied that the mountainous terrain in the region was short of water and arable land, and that if what little arable land was destroyed, many farmers would surely grow opium poppies again.

The middle-aged man continued to scream, pleading hoarsely, his feet hooking the object, trying to slow down the speed of the drag. His son was probably frightened and silent, just watching his father being dragged aside.

Two security guards threw him against a large rock, and he just turned around and tried to plead again. Another loaded APS security officer fired straight shots, three shots in a row, all in the chest of the poor guy.

He convulsed and tried to breathe, but spat blood from his mouth, his body curled and stretched and struggled repeatedly.

"PAPA" The boy broke free and threw himself at his father, crying bitterly on top of him.

Ibrahim stepped forward and shot the boy in the head with an AKM rifle, smashing the boy's head to pieces, and the white brain slurry flowed to the ground with bright red.

The blood of the bodies of father and son was dripping in the sand, and a few flies smelled something and hovered over the corpses.

Then the man was silent for a while, and said to Xu Ping, who had just finished vomiting, "Welcome to Afghanistan." Welcome to this real world. (To be continued......)