"Hurry, hurry, keep up, take both of them

Okay, Hafar, it's time for you to lose weight. ’’

Several figures sneakily lowered themselves in the camp, avoiding the sight of the militants, and Allah forbid, these stupid birds only stared at the sky, unaware that someone had rescued the two captives held in their camp. [Search Latest Update.81zw]

Those who can be scouts are all guys with excellent physical fitness, reflexes and IQ, with strong adaptability and adaptability, and while everyone is paying attention to this big collision between heaven and earth, a group of mercenaries quietly "touched" into the rudimentary camp.

This place has not been stationed for a long time, there is not even a fence or anything, there is no wood to be used in the vicinity, and I don't know how long it will be piled up by the stone piles alone.

Just a sentry with three steps and a post, and a sentry with five steps, if you don't pay attention to it, you will make people take advantage of the loopholes.

Omar, who was sent out by Abic to carry out the plan of drawing wages from the bottom of the kettle, has completed the arrangement of bombs and fuel bombs, and the mechanical countdown electric detonation is often used for car bombs, parcel bombs or something, and the Afghans have honed a fairly mature set of low-cost and high-power arms technology in the war, which is often called '... The terrorist attacks of the "terrorists" are similar to the bow blast method and the bomb bomb that they are using now.

"Shhh ，

"Got it, got it, you fat pig, you should lose weight, how many pounds are you, why are you so heavy.

"Don't bother to talk, this is called blessing, do you understand, blessing, you haven't it yet, what do I care about you." ’

Hafar, who was originally wearing a turban, was left with only messy hair, his face was covered with blood, his clothes were in tatters, one leg was temporarily tied to a wooden stick as a splint, and the whole body was covered with bruises, and he was grinning and being supported by his companions to jump and jump forward.

'Larry, Larry!' Hafar shouted that he was in the same group of scouts as himself.

"Uh" Larry was lying on the back of another mercenary who had come to save him, his black panda eyes swollen and unable to open his eyes, and his hoarse voice barely responded, but he was weak and unable to move, obviously suffering more severely than Hafar.

"Poor Larry, if you can go back alive, you must take his woman with you, and take good care of him, and alas, where is my woman." ’

Hafar, who was being supported by others, still did not change his poor mouth, but suddenly saw a group of people rushing towards them, he almost pushed down the people around him to grab the gun he was carrying, and after a closer look, it turned out to be their boss Omar, he calmed down, and said with a smile: "Boss Omar, I am so happy to see you, I almost thought that I would never see you without you." Hafar wept as if a poor child had finally found his relatives.

"Okay, when you get back, I'll ask the leader of Abic for help." Omar, who had long known what kind of "color" Hafar was, completely ignored this guy's genius acting ability, and routinely reassured his own people who had been rescued.

In fact, you don't have to guess to know that this thing must not be able to survive the torture, and it must be recruited, otherwise it will still be delirious like Larry.

Mercenaries are like this, they deserve to be killed when they go to the battlefield, if they are caught, they don't blame anyone if they are shot directly, if they are dragged to torture and confess, they will not be blamed by their comrades afterwards, unless they are specially reminded in advance to keep it secret, in order to protect the dog's life and continue to eat, to a certain extent, it is allowed to reveal part of the information.

"Attention, it's going to explode in a while, everyone must rush out when they have the opportunity! Do you understand? Omar said to his subordinates who had been picking up from the various bomb placement points that it was thanks to Mr. "Knight" that his plane had attracted most of the attention in the sky, so that Omar and the others took the opportunity to "touch" in, and quickly completed the arrangement of the timed bombs.

Although it is a pity that the materials piled up into a hill were directly blown up and burned, in order to ensure that the men, women and children in the Gem Valley could only grit their teeth and give up.

It wasn't all smooth sailing in the camp, but they were the most well-armed veterans of the mercenary army, and not only did they have muffler guns, but they also had a good throwing knife in their hand, and they quickly took out their enemies before they could react.

Omar and his people had just taken refuge in a tent, and suddenly a huge explosion broke out in the camp, one after another with a continuous loud bang, with a shock wave, and many tents were flying, and even Omar's tent was far away, but it was still shaken, the rickety stand creaked, and several unknown objects tore the roof of the tent and fell into the quarry, but fortunately no one was hit:

'Great!' ’

'Well done!' ’

The mercenaries in the tent clenched their fists and exchanged glances to each other, each bringing the joy of success.

'Let's go, rush out!' ’

Omar shouted loudly, waved his fist, and rushed out with the AK-47 in his arms.

Sure enough, the material camp was bombed, the burning power was raging, and the camp fell into chaos, and Omar was found when he rushed out of the tent on the island, and the gunshots rang out immediately, and the bullets crisscrossed and tore apart the air, and then fiercely drilled into the human body, digging out a large hole in the flesh and blood.

In the melee, several of Omar's men fell, but the enemy fell even more, and they desperately dragged the wounded to the outside of the camp.

“

Mr. Knight "Mr. Knight, do you see us, we are on the west side, please cover us." ’’

Omar half-knelt on the ground, raised the gun with one hand, pulled the muzzle of the gun horizontally and fired fiercely at the P-51 office, while yelling at the walkie-talkie in his hand, the violently beating muzzle actually shot a row of fans, which is similar to the method of the Chinese flattening the barge gun to solve the muzzle jump during the Anti-Japanese War.

'Roger!' ’

As soon as Lin Mo's voice came, Omar saw two tongues of fire sweeping from the sky to the ground, sweeping a death zone directly near him.

'Well done!' Omar waved his hand in high spirits, "Brothers, let's go!" ’’

He has already experienced the triumph of calling fighter jets for support when the U.S. military attacks Afghanistan.

"Damn it, bastard! I'll kill you! ’’

Lawrence, who was thunderous, was no longer just going crazy, waving his fists at the sky in a rage.