Kabul, the slums, the night is deep, I don't know when, the moon and the stars are obscured by clouds, and the whole world is dark and you can't see your fingers.

In the darkness of the night, a skinny wild dog is looking for food on a mountain of garbage. Just as the wild dog picked up a piece of moldy bread, his ears suddenly moved, and he raised his head to look into the distance. Immediately afterwards, the fur on the wild dog's body stood up, its tail was between its legs, and its mouth let out a whining sound.

At this moment, countless ghost-like figures suddenly appeared, moving rapidly. The wild dog spun back and forth in circles uneasily, its whining moaning growing more and more rapid. But as the shadows approached the garbage heap, the bread in the dog's mouth fell to the ground, and they opened their mouths and barked wildly. When the wild dog was about to bark wildly, a saber brought up a streamer and drilled into the wild dog's neck with a pop.

"Woo woo woo ......" The wild dog fell on the garbage heap, a wail, tears dripping from the corners of his already godless eyes, it didn't know why those humans killed it. Blood kept pouring from the wounds, and the wild dogs stuck out their tongues and licked the blood that flowed from their dull fur. The whining in his mouth became weaker and weaker, and finally he slowly closed his helpless eyes and lay there motionless.

Those black shadows gathered in all directions to an ordinary house, forming a trend of encirclement. A pair of heavily armed U.S. Marines stopped at the entrance of the alley outside the gate of the house, and a major whispered into the headset, "Call the eagle, call the eagle!" ”

A cold, emotionless voice came from the headset: "Eagle received!" ”

The Major said: "The target is already surrounded by us, and it can move!" ”

The cold voice said, "Act in ten minutes, and don't let Zawahiri run away." ”

In the labyrinthine basement of the house, Zawahiri sits in a room of 100 square meters, holding a glass of red wine and watching TV.

Adair suddenly barged in: "General, something is wrong!" ”

Zawahri frowned: "Adair, how many times have I said it, no matter what happens, be calm." ”

"Yes!" Adair is upright.

"Tell me, what's the matter!" Zawahiri took a sip of red wine and said indifferently.

Adair said: "I have just received news that the base of the East 1 Islamic Movement in the town of Mimita and the training camp in the desert have been attacked by US airstrikes, and no one has survived. ”

Zawahiri smiled slightly: "Isn't this something we already expected?" They stabbed the Americans in the ass, and I would be surprised if the Americans didn't get angry. ”

"And!" Adair said, "Two ETIM bases in Libya were also hit by airstrikes at the same time, and now ETIM 1 no longer exists." ”

"What?" Zawahiri stood up abruptly on the couch, his face changing. It is understandable to say that the Yankees bulldozed the East 1 Islamic Movement here in order to appease the people at home, and he had already expected this to take action against the US Embassy when he bought Sumu Aishan. But he never expected that the Americans would wipe out all the foundations in Libya, which is a bit unusual. You must know that the East 1 Islamic Movement was secretly supported by the Americans, although later the East 1 Islamic Movement hardened its wings, got rid of the control of the Americans, and united with the base. But the Americans absolutely don't care about this, what they care about is that the East 1 Islamic Movement has been making trouble in China, which is also the purpose of their secret support for the East 1 Islamic Movement. But now, the Americans have actually wiped out the two bases of the East 1 Islamic Transport in Libya, and there must be something wrong with this, otherwise those shameless Americans would never do this.

Zawahiri pondered for two or three minutes, and finally suddenly raised his head: "Quick, my gut tells me that it's not safe here, let's get out of here immediately." After saying that, he walked out quickly.

Adair followed closely, and then ordered the two terrorists guarding the door: "Notify immediately, evacuate within five minutes!" ”

"Yes!" In less than three minutes, the two terrorists walked away quickly, and in less than three minutes, they saw more than a dozen houses on the left and right of Zawahiri as the center, and they did not know where they came out, as if rats came out of the hole at night to find food.

One, two, three...... The black pressed a piece, and then quickly approached Zawahri's residence, there were about two or three hundred people.

Zawahiri had just stepped out of the gate when he suddenly stopped, looked up at the sky, and heard the faint roar of helicopter propellers in his ears.

Zawahri's pupils contracted sharply, the hairs on his body stood on end, and his hands trembled. Because two Apache attack helicopters have already reached the overhead. Although it was night, he could clearly see the metallic M230 cannon body under the fuselage, with a total length of 1638mm, a width of 254mm, and a height of 292mm. It is as if you hear the mechanical sound of the head of the movement rotating in the movement assembly and the firing pin spring compression before firing, the firing pin handle is released, and the firing pin moves rapidly forward under the action of the spring force into the safety tank.

This shell, codenamed L30, is a 30 mm caliber, light and high-explosive dual-function artillery shell, which can not only penetrate armor, but also blast and kill other targets. With this light dual-function shell, the Apache attack helicopter can fire attacks both at armored combat vehicles in open areas and at targets in urban areas.

Known as the Great Viper of the Air, the M230 uses a shell codenamed L30, which is a 30 mm caliber, light and high-explosive dual-function artillery shell that can penetrate armor and blast to kill other targets. If you don't have an anti-aircraft missile, it's your nightmare to encounter it. Because no one can escape under the powerful aerial fire of the M230. During Operation Desert Storm that year, more than 200 Iraqi tanks were killed by M230 strikes.

Zawahiri ran back desperately, but against the M230, could he run away?

"Sudden ......"

Suddenly, a strong searchlight came on, illuminating the ground as if it were day. In the dull sound of blood congealing, the muzzle of the cannon rose with clouds of fire and smoke, and the two or three hundred terrorists were like a hornet's nest that had just been stabbed, completely chaotic. Although they were fanatical religious elements and had military training. But with 600 to 1,000 M230s per minute, they can only scurry around like headless flies. Bright red blood and fragments of human bodies slapped directly on their faces, making these fanatical guys who exist to kill also taste the taste of being slaughtered.

The two Apache were circling back and forth at an altitude of 100 meters, ignoring the sporadic counterattacks below. In the rotation of the electric motor, the cannonballs fired from the barrel of the cannon draw an unforgettable and brilliant trajectory in the air, like a flaming dragon soaring into the air, plowing the ground into one after another, half a foot deep, no matter what it touches, it will be shattered in an instant.

Zawahri, protected by dozens of terrorists, ran into the courtyard and glanced back as he entered a house riddled with holes. The body trembled, and after the two fire dragons swept over, no matter what it was, the only result was to be torn apart by the cannonball!

"Sudden ......"

The M230 kept strafing, smashing down on the heads and faces of the terrorists who were scurrying with their heads in their hands.

Seeing all this, Zawahiri knew that he might not be able to escape this time. It's just that he is very unwilling, but by this time, he has no way to retreat, so he can only return to the basement as soon as possible. Because he is also afraid of death, and he is afraid to death. Don't look at him as the head of the base, but he hasn't had a day of military training, and this is the first time he feels the smell of death, and he feels the pathetic that his life can't control.

It's just that his survival ** is too strong, step into the house, and then quickly play basement running. Because the entire basement is poured with concrete, even missiles cannot destroy it, and the basement is his only hope of survival.

M230 is still roaring, chasing down the terrorists. In round after round of strafing, bullets rained down, iron and blood collided with each other, converging into a terrible torrent that drowned everything in the world. I don't know how long it took, but M230 stopped roaring, and the ground was in shambles, littered with rubble and corpses, and the thick smell of blood drifted away with the night wind.

Two Apache hovered in the sky, searching for any fish that had slipped through the net. More than ten minutes later, the two Apache climbed rapidly in a graceful arc before disappearing into the sky.

The major smiled: "Call the eagle, call the eagle!" ”

"Roger!" It's still that ruthless and majestic voice.

The Major said, "The Eagle asks for action!" ”

"You can act!" The cold voice came again, "Resolutely destroy Zawahri." ”

"Yes!" The major stood upright, "This place is already surrounded by us, as long as the information is accurate, he can't escape." After speaking, he waved his hand, "Follow me!" ”

"Yes!" The Marines quickly ran towards Zawahri's house, and only then did they realize that within a radius of fifty or sixty meters, it had become hell. Blood covered the floor, mutilated corpses and completely torn pieces of flesh littered in piles. As soon as I stepped on it, there was a popping sound. Even if they are soldiers, even if they have participated in wars, even if they have grown up in the tempering of blood and fire, even if they themselves do not know how many people they have killed, they will be very uncomfortable to see such a scene.

"Bang!"

A Marine kicked open the gate, then flashed and stood guard with another soldier.

"Dada!"

"Da Da Da !!!"

The four Marines tentatively began to strafe, and when they found that there were no enemies inside, they raised their hands and gestured.

The major waved his hand: "Get in!" ”

The Marines entered the courtyard and cautiously approached the house, where two flashbangs tumbled into the house, followed by two intense flashes of light.

The major gestured, and the four Marines flashed into the room, and after searching, one of the team members said, "Head, there's a basement entrance here." ”

A smile appeared at the corner of the major's mouth: "Go down, be careful." ”

Zawahiri sat in the communication room, glanced at the remaining twenty or so men, and said calmly: "Allah is calling us, and he told me that those infidels deserve to die, and let us send them to hell before we go to see him." ”