The heavy rain curtain washed the earth, and there were more noises, which sounded almost roaring, disturbing people's moods and being depressed and irritable. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Olaf, who couldn't stand the dreary atmosphere, stirred up the topic: "Have you ever smelled mothball?"

Although he was also North American, his companion from Florida, USA, had never heard of this joke, so he replied bluntly: "I have heard it." ”

"How did you break their legs?" Olaf, who had tricked his companions, revealed the riddle and laughed to himself.

Unfortunately, his companion didn't appreciate the joke from Canada, so he just shrugged his shoulders and skipped the little concoction and continued to sip his personal whiskey.

The little flat metal wine bottle made Olaf look greedy, and he also had a little bit of it, but unfortunately he had already drunk it all, and in this ghost place, he couldn't get wine at all, "The person who said it was good to connect, he hasn't come yet, I feel like we're in prison......"

"What's wrong?" the companion shook the bottle indifferently, and the subtle sound of the wine shaking was faint in the rain, "Anyway, we have money to get if the customer misses the appointment, and we don't have to work, so it's a boring trip, what's wrong?"

Even if the guerrillas in Afghanistan are secretly saying that they have been hired, who doesn't know that those guerrillas are all a bunch of poor people, and they have to rely on assistance to supply guns and ammunition, how can they contact a mercenary company hired far away in North America and designate retired veterans with rich combat experience to serve as instructors for them.

However, it really doesn't matter to the mercenaries who actually pay the employer, and in the same way, those nominal employees are mainly nominally nominally nominally in the contract, they don't care, anyway, they can get a good penalty without having to work.

"Well, you're right. Olaf had to admit that his companion was right, and for him, who was in his thirties and had a wife and children, this kind of risk-free reward, even if he got a little less, was better than stepping into the battlefield to fight for his life, and what he said just now was only affected by the bad weather.

Skipping the topic of work, Olaf patted his head: "How about this, when I was a child, I moved to Canada with my parents from the United States......"

After telling the beginning of the cold joke, Olaf and his companions glanced at each other, confirmed that they were both aware of the abnormality, put away the wine bottle, and the wanton relaxed body quickly entered the state of readiness, and the AK that was changed for the convenience of supplies was started, the safety was closed, and the bullets were loaded!

In order to avoid attracting attention, this is just an ordinary house, and their whole team is also separated, each group is no more than two or three people, and here, only Olaf and his partner, are conducive to escape and transfer, but-

The 7.62 caliber bullet burst out of the muzzle flames, piercing through the air, the rain curtain, and a thin layer of blood-stained black cloth, spinning and breaking through the skin, burrowing into the flesh, tearing through the soft internal organs it touched, and then breaking the bottom ribs, and bursting out with large pieces of flesh and broken bones, leaving a fist-sized bloody hole.

He should have fallen, the figure dragging the axe in the rainstorm was black, it was time to fall, but he showed no signs of falling except for shaking when he was hit, on the contrary, the sound of the metal axe dragging across the ground was still getting louder and louder in the rain, leaning towards Olaf and his two companions, "What the hell is that?!"

Olaf and his partner pulled the trigger heavily, and in a few short and sharp crisp explosions, dozens of bullets were poured out, most of which successfully hit the relatively sluggish black figure, this time, he fell, as he deservedly fell, Olaf really had never seen a person whose head had been shattered and still didn't fall, or any other animal.

"Withdraw!" the two looked at each other, neither of them intending to touch the corpse, they didn't want to bet on whether the gunfire just now would attract the Soviets, or how quickly the Soviets would come.

Armed with all the equipment, which was actually not much, the two sturdy figures disappeared into the rain, successfully dodging the T62 tank that arrived two minutes later, and also successfully missing the scene of something leaving the corpse.

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"Dada...... The sound of pistols, AKs, and vehicle-mounted machine guns firing was incessant, far and near, and even the roar of the downpour could not be overpowered.......

The darkness and rain seriously affected Captain Vera's observation of this sudden battlefield situation, and also affected the shooting of the soldiers, which made Captain Vera very annoyed, how long has it been since the commander who had made all the soldiers including her shocked and angry was killed, and now these thugs who slashed and attacked indiscriminately are popping up all over the city, if you want to say that this is not planned by someone, Captain Vera will not believe it even if he thinks with the mammary glands in **.

However, what annoyed Captain Vera even more now was that the French reporter staring at her, the damn French bitch and her partner's camera were firmly focused on her, just waiting for Captain Vera to say something that would make them make a big news, such as "shoot everything that moves!", and Captain Vera really wanted to give the order.

The exchange of fire with those attackers, or should it be said that the attackers were counter-killed, when, where, and which soldiers fired first is not clear and the point, what really makes Captain Vera care and frightened is that those attackers are not human at all, maybe not human at all.

A simple shot or two, if it doesn't hit the brain, heart, spine and the like, has little effect on those attackers, and they are still fearless to wield backward cold weapons to attack anyone who comes close, and after killing them...... Just thinking about it made Captain Vera feel sick to his stomach, and none of the scattered hunting corpses on the battlefield could make the captain feel this way.

Unlike Captain Vera, the French journalist Ms. Alina is already criticizing the massacre of civilians by the Soviet army, 'Look at the poor Afghan people, who were forced to pick up kitchen knives and wood axes to defend themselves just to defend their faith and power, but they were wantonly shot and killed by the evil Soviets, and even their innocent and unarmed family members were executed, without trial, without dialectic, and at the torture of corpses......

Ms. Alina selectively ignores how the so-called "family members" resisted the attackers and were killed by the attackers, but her Afghan people are hardworking, pious, friendly and innocent......

With the special articles on the Afghan battlefield in recent months, she has been promoted two levels in the newspaper in a row, with high salaries and rewards, and can help these "poor Afghans", Alina is moved by her kindness and wisdom just thinking about it, and she even asks the cameraman to take more pictures of those shooting shots.

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If you look down from the heights outside the city, you will see that a few minutes after the rainstorm fell, one after another skyrocketing flames were lit in the city, and it was one burning house after another, and these huge torches, which almost lit the red sky with fire in the rain, seemed to spread out irregularly all over Kandahar, and spread out at will......