Half of Zhao Yi's body leaned out of the turret of the M1A2 "Abrams" main battle tank, holding the grip of the M2HB heavy machine gun tightly with both hands, and looking around nervously. Whenever he noticed the slightest sound www.biquge.info something wrong, he would not hesitate to press the trigger and pour the .50 large-caliber ammunition in the chamber in a suspicious direction.

This is Fallujah, yes, Fallujah, Iraq. At least the clone "American" infantrymen who accompanied the slow movement of the tanks thought it was Fallujah.

Ahead, on another street, there was a sniper in a building. The clones strictly followed the regulations of the U.S. Army's Combat Manual, and called for tank support.

In Zhao Yi's view, the so-called civilians in these urban areas are clones, and it is enough to directly call the A10 "Warthog" attack aircraft to bombard the building where the snipers are hiding.

However, these clone "U.S. troops" completely abide by the rules of engagement, avoid accidental injury to civilians, and call Zhao Yi and his crew to drive tanks to support.

The city hides countless sniper and anti-tank RPG groups. There are also countless roadside bombs. There are even bomb supermen who can come out of a corner at any time and shout "Alahu Akbar". The most terrifying thing is the "Red Arrow" anti-tank missile produced in Zhao Tianyi's great motherland, and in the past, he has seen the M1A2 "Abrams" main battle tank that was hit by the "Red Arrow" missile and then exploded in various videos. If you really get a shot, there are really no bones left.

The streets here are narrow, the alleys lead in all directions, and there are blind spots for tanks everywhere. As the commander of the car, Zhao Yi had to take the risk of leaning out to observe. to protect tanks from incoming rockets and roadside improvised bombs.

The tank drove slowly through the street, the roar of the tracks pressing across the road, the various gunshots in the distance, and the shouts of the ambushed comrades in front of the radio made Zhao Tianyi highly nervous. He felt his adrenaline levels soaring.

Fifty meters ahead, turn the corner of this street intersection. You can see the building where the Sniper is hiding. In normal times, as long as you step on the accelerator slightly, the 1,500-horsepower gas turbine engine of the M1A2 tank can easily send the nearly 70-ton steel behemoth flying over. At this time, the tank and the accompanying infantry moved patiently towards the street entrance, allowing the ambushed comrades on the radio to curse loudly.

No one knows if the 500-meter-long crowded street ahead will hide another, more deadly ambush.

"Big dog 27, stop, stop, the sniper team reports, you are 20 meters in the direction of 10 o'clock, and there are suspicious people looking at the convoy and making calls on their mobile phones." A report from the command center was heard over the radio.

The Radiophone Remote Controlled IED is one of the most common and deadly IEDs (Improvised Explosive Devices), and its viciousness lies in the fact that it can "boom" and then become a mess when your party moves to where it can do the most damage. Your ears will be filled with the buzzing sound of the explosion, "ManDown!" (Someone fell) "MEDIC! "These desperate cries will be messed up on the radio and in the field.

"I can't see him, repeat, I can't see him. You'd better let the sniper dispose of him. Zhao Yi was furious. The suspicious person reported on the radio was hiding in his blind spot, and in an unplanned urban area like Fallujah, buildings grew like weeds. In this ruined city, you'll be surrounded by buildings and ruins that block your view.

The most hateful thing is that the "U.S. Army" sniper clone actually returned Nima, according to the rules of engagement, and did not immediately shoot another clone who played the role of "suspicious person on the phone".

"You don't believe it, the anti-ambush vehicle behind us doesn't have a radio jammer." Driver Yu Yun complained untimely.

"Here is Big Dog 27, I can't see him, repeat, I can't see him. Damn, our entire convoy is probably all Nima's standing on the IED. The sniper team should shoot the bastard who was yelling with the phone. "If it weren't for the clone who made the phone and hid in the tank's blind spot, Zhao Yi wouldn't mind giving him a high-explosive bomb. his rules of engagement, only these clones "U.S. military" care about this.

Finally, after a crisp "bang" of gunshots, an order was heard from the command center to keep the crew moving forward.

Rounding the corner, Zhao Yi retreated into the turret and closed the hatch. Then he used the commander's thermal imaging camera to lock on to the small four-story building where the sniper was hiding.

The little building was at the end of the street, and the whole street was in the sniper's range. It is clear that there should have been reinforced fortifications behind the wall. The infantryman, who was ambushed in front, returned fire with M21 rifles, but the 7.62×51 mm NATO standard rifle rounds did not cause damage to the snipers. The "anti-American militant" still suppressed the entire platoon of clone "American troops" through small holes in the wall and with accurate shooting.

"12 o'clock direction, 500 meters, target locked, high-explosive reloading."

"Reloaded."

"Fire!"

"Boom, boom!" The four-story building's street-facing façade completely collapsed after two high-explosive rounds from the M1A2's 120mm guns. When the smoke from the explosion cleared, the entire building's thematic structure was completely exposed, like architectural drawings. Zhao Yi couldn't find the sniper in the thermal imager, maybe he was buried under the collapsed building, maybe he was in pieces, in short, he couldn't shoot again.

“Move，move!” The infantry streamed out and searched the buildings on both sides of the street. A "Stryker" wheeled armored ambulance drove up to the door of the building where the wounded were hiding, and soon the combat medics carried the wounded "American army" clone into the car.

Zhao Yi opened the hatch, leaned out, and breathed in a big gulp. When the adrenaline levels went down, he felt a little collapsed. Even with air conditioning in the turret, it annoyed him; After all, the main function of the tank's air conditioning is to keep the tank's sophisticated electronic instruments running, not to take care of the comfort of the tank crew.

A short message of "mission ended" came from the APP on his mobile phone, and the message ended with the signature "Director's Team". He knew that there would be no more danger, that the terrorists who played the role of "anti-American militants" would no longer be cold guns and would no longer detonate the proposed roadside bombs. Apparently, those "American" clones do not know, the sappers are busy checking for IEDs step by step, and the infantrymen are still going door-to-door to search for suspicious elements.

Zhao Yi took out a bottle of frozen mineral water from the box in the turret fence behind him and drank it in a big gulp. Most of the bottles of mineral water went down to his stomach, and he burped contentedly. With the coolness brought by the frozen mineral water, Zhao Yi's mood calmed down a little.

Fighting in the hot climate of the Middle East, tankmen in air-conditioned tanks are still at risk of dehydration and heat stroke when wearing cooling suits. The U.S. military's logistics department provides tank crews on combat duty with at least two gallons of drinking water per person per day. In between battles, Zhao Yi always reflexively drank water. Adequate hydration keeps one's mind clear. As the commander, every decision of Zhao Yi affects the life and death of the entire car group.

Holding the water bottle, Zhao Yi looked at the edge of the city, the light curtain that went straight into the sky, and frowned.

With a bang, the other hatch next to Zhao Yi also opened. The loader Hu Dazhuang also crawled out.

Seeing Zhao Yi frowning and staring at the light curtain, Hu Dazhuang sighed, took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket on his arm in his combat uniform, took one in his mouth directly, and then handed one to Zhao Yi.

"Hurry up and smoke one, it's time to 'change the scene' again, who knows if it will go to a place where fireworks are strictly prohibited."

Zhao Yi took the cigarette, lit it silently, and took a hard puff, his eyes never left the light curtain.

The curtain of light was like an upside-down bowl that enveloped the whole city. Yes, just like the light curtain that separates the town from the American drama "Under the Dome". People inside the light curtain can see the world outside the light curtain, but they cannot communicate with the outside world.

In this glass-like light curtain, Zhao Yi and his car crew, driver Yu Yun, loader Hu Dazhuang, and gunner Li Yang trained and fought together with a group of "US military" clones.

"You know what? On one mission, I went to the edge of the light curtain, and I gave the light curtain a few rounds with depleted uranium armor-piercing shells. Zhao Yi puffed out the smoke ring and said leisurely.

"And then?" Hu Dazhuang is very interested in a topic.

"And then? I'm still messing around with you guys, what else do you think there is? Zhao Yi smiled helplessly.

"How long do you think we'll be trapped in this glass enclosure?" Hu Dazhuang asked.

"It won't be long, after all, our contract is there, we're not here to play games with these clones, we're just training here. Although this is a bit too bloody and cruel for the training. Zhao Yi turned his attention to the clones of the "US military" who were still busy according to the script.

"yes, that's cruel, you're the third commander I've ever met." Hu Dazhuang took over Zhao Yi's words.

"When I was a loader, I had three commanders die. Then I died another term when I was a driver, another term when I was a gun commander, and finally I became a commander. Zhao Yi told his experience under Hu Dazhuang's surprised gaze.

"You are powerful, you have killed the previous governors, and you have taken the throne yourself. I've been a loader since I came to this damn place. Hu Dazhuang was indignant about his situation.

"You use it to the fullest of your ability." Zhao Yi patted Hu Dazhuang's arm that was about to burst the military uniform.

"What the boss means is that your muscles are all in your brain. In other words, if you change positions, can you understand the coordinates and parameters on the thermal imager? Artillery Commander Li Yang joined them in chatting.

"Go, go, go, what are you messing with, I'm a big man with great wisdom." Hu Dazhuang stretched out his foot and kicked the gun commander's seat.

The space in the turret was small, and Li Yang had no way to avoid it, and he took a few kicks from this strong man.

"Hu Dazhuang, you pig killer, you still go to heaven!" Li Yang, who was not convinced, was about to dig out his bird's nest when he jumped up.

"Don't make a fuss, let's go into the turret, it's almost time." Zhao Yi stopped their fighting, flicked off the butt of his cigarette, retracted into the tank, and closed the hatch.

Zhao Yi sat in the captain's seat and closed his mind. In the past, he would lose consciousness one moment, and when he woke up, they would appear in another place and another mission would begin.