When the book team and the Lianghua team were inseparable, thousands of kilometers away in Uzstan, there were also a bunch of people who were fighting, of course, compared with the battle between the Lianghua team and the Lianghua team, Alex's battle was more bloody.

There was a thunderous roar in the sky, and without Alex's warning, a group of marines and mercenaries had already scattered and fell to the ground.

After a deafening bang, Alex only felt like someone had punched him, his ears buzzing.

"Didn't hit!" Looking at the smoke and dust rising hundreds of meters away, a Marine soldier cheered.

This was an artillery bombardment from the Assad army, and after withdrawing from the oil field, Alex and the others ran all the way and successfully shook off the pursuit of the enemy tanks, and as a result, less than ten kilometers away, a round of heavy artillery exploded above their heads.

A Humvee truck loaded with mercenaries was directly blown into a mess of tomato iron sauce evenly spread in hundreds of square meters, not only that, but the fragments of the shelling also damaged the road, so that Alex had to choose to abandon the car and walk into the mountain, and followed by the other party's reluctant long-range artillery fire, but due to the lack of calibration, the landing point of these shells is aimless, but because of this, it is more dangerous for Alex and others, because maybe the shells will fall on whose head in the next second.

"If only this were yī lā kè, a Black Hawk helicopter would pick us up in less than thirty minutes!" Ryan took out his kettle and shook it, there was no sound in it, and the last sip of water had already been drunk by him in the car, but he still shook it as best he could, hoping for a few more drops of water.

"But this is not Yī lā kè, this is Uzstan, we don't even have an air base in this country, and it takes an hour for F16 fighters to fly in from another country to support!"

"Damn! What about our fleet, what about our missiles, even if it's an M1 tank! One Marine grumbled as he looked at the clear sky.

"Yes, when we run to safety, then we will bring a powerful mechanized army and hang that bastard of Assad on the street lamp!"

"I just want to get the bounty and hurry home, these guys are disgusting!" One of the mercenaries shook his head.

It was another thunderous roar, and this shell exploded directly among these American troops, and the 152mm caliber shell directly blew out a large crater of more than ten meters, and at the same time blew away four or five American troops, and injured nearly 20 people nearby.

"Damn, what's going on here?" Ryan was dumbfounded, there were less than fifty of them in total, and half of them were injured now.

"If this is going to run into an enemy......" Before Ryan could finish speaking, the Marines who were exploring the path ahead collapsed amid the sound of thumping fire.

"Ambush, 12 o'clock direction, three hundred meters of stones, a small number of light infantry contact!" Two Marines climbed over to the fallen soldier and felt his pulse.

"Jerry is dead!"

"There's no time to care about the dead, if we don't break through, we'll die too!"

That's right, they are going to die too, in front of Alex and the others, it's just a local force used to slow them down, and farther away, Assad's large army is on the way in trucks, Assad is determined to kill these American soldiers who are fighting back, to demonstrate to Western countries, even if he has lost thousands of people, but he doesn't care. As long as these American soldiers are left, he will definitely make the Americans throw a mouse.

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"The last magazine! Save a little! Alex pulled out a 30-round magazine from his calf, knocked it on his head, and threw it to Ryan, who took the magazine, chā jìnscar, rolled over and shot one shot at a time. Three hundred meters away, a bearded soldier operating the machine Qiāng fell to the ground, and next to him, there were more than a dozen other corpses, these tribal armed people had gone crazy, Assad told them that an American corpse could get 5,000 US dollars from him, and 50,000 US dollars for the living, and under the temptation of money, these tribal armed stragglers burst out with fearless courage and kept rushing to the temporary positions built by the Americans.

"No bullets!"

"Me too!"

Alex and the others, who had been fighting for almost a day, could now only pin their hopes on the hands and bayonets stuck in their waists.

"All bayonets! Get ready for battle! Alex could almost make out the distorted faces of the tribal militants chanting ān lā Huakbar.

Just as Alahu Akbar was about to rush to the high ground where Alex and the others were, the sound of a sonic boom that they had been waiting for for a long time finally came from the sky.

"Sorry, we're late!" Said the F16 driver.

"It's okay, it's just in time, we'll mark our position with orange smoke grenades, they're rushing up!"

"Roger! Start attacking! ”

The four F16 fighters descended to an altitude of 1,000 meters, which is the best firing distance of the M61A1 "Vulcan" 20mm aerial gun, and a series of bursts of smoke and dust appeared in the charging tribal forces, and the soldiers hit by the 20mm cannon were directly blown into meat sauce, even a splash would tear their limbs apart.

At the same time as strafing, the four fighters also dropped the GBU10 laser-guided zhà dàn, and after experiencing the baptism of the rain of death, these militants realized that the other side is a moving dollar, but they do not have this life to take.

"Yahu, thank you, buddy!" The four F16s swung their wings in the air and left the heads of Alex and the others, who were also going to sweep the Assad troops on the way.

The F16 was followed by a formation of two Black Hawk helicopters and two CH47 Chinook helicopters, who crossed hundreds of kilometers just to take their brother home.

The 12.7mm M134 continued to sweep over the corpses of the tribal fighters, not to whip the corpses, but to make sure that no one was playing dead, knowing that the last time a Chinook was shot down, the U.S. military lost more than 20 people. They don't want to do it again.

"Brothers, you are heroes, now the whole of America knows about you, the president has already made a speech against Assad, and the aircraft carrier fleet has departed from the homeland!" In the official propaganda of the United States, Alex and others are the embodiment of mín zhǔ, they bravely fight against Assad for human rights, of course, secretly, the tycoons have already divided the oil resources of Uzstan, and now wait for the Congress to pass the bill and send troops to defend Mín zhǔ!