"No, retreat!" The golden retriever said without hesitation: "I can't tell if the other party still has reinforcements, go to the temporary rest." ”

"Bayonet, call the branch, ask for backup!"

"Roger!"

Wang Zhen opened his mouth, and he swallowed what he wanted to say after all, he felt that this was not right.

He also thinks that the enemy has a high probability of reinforcements, but he feels that this is more like an ambush in advance and reinforcements!

Not to mention ancient times, in modern warfare alone, I don't know how many similar cases there are, and our army is particularly fond of using this tactic.

And from a tactical point of view, what the enemy wants us to do, we must not do......

Besides, the nearest reinforcements are only 30 people from Curry's side, and they are scattered across two bases.

Whether someone will come to the rescue, Wang Zhen doesn't know, he has never been a soldier, nor has he been on the battlefield, he really doesn't understand.

Of course, he hoped that someone would come to the rescue, even if it was 10 people, with transportation, to help contain it, Wang Zhen felt that the safety of the shovel could at least be guaranteed.

"Poof" "Poof" "Poof"

"Ding" "Ding" "Ding"

The bullets hit the oil pipeline and cement base next to him continuously, causing Wang Zhen to come back to his senses in an instant.

scolded himself and dared to slip at this time, turned the muzzle of the gun, aimed, and with a "da" shot, among the four people who chased behind him, one of them was shot in the chest again and fell to the ground.

The frightened three people fell down again, and suddenly fired at Wang Zhen to suppress it.

"Boar, withdraw!" Hearing the golden retriever's order in his ears, Wang Zhen grabbed the gun, and strode out as fast as he could.

He couldn't learn the golden retriever and the donkey.

According to the Golden Retriever's teachings, don't run in an S shape on the battlefield, without strict training, people's subconscious movements will be full of regularity.

If the enemy's marksmanship is not good, whether or not you hit depends on luck, running S will only reduce your speed and delay for a longer time, which will increase the probability of being hit.

If the marksmanship is good enough, a regular S-run does not have the slightest effect.

Unless the enemy is directly behind you or in the air, using a machine gun.

Otherwise, just pull up the speed and run as fast as you can.

Luck!

Wang Zhen jumped over the oil pipeline with his hand, and a group of people regrouped together, fighting and retreating, and quickly retreated towards the temporary rest point.

……

Daryl, who was about to go to rest, suddenly heard the phone ringing, turned his head to look, worked on the phone, and stepped forward to grab it.

Seeing that the caller on the screen was a bayonet, Daryl's face suddenly sank, at this point in time, they should be on the way to patrol, and they can call their mobile phones......

"Hey, I'm Darryl."

"I'm a bayonet, listen to me, we are in ambush, near the town of Bruz, the enemy ...... We are currently retreating towards a temporary rest point, requesting reinforcements! ”

"What, okay, I know, wait for me!" Daryl hung up his phone and immediately dialed Curry, and while waiting for the call, he turned around and ran outside.

I didn't care about changing my clothes, I rushed out in big pants, came to the next door in a few steps, raised my hand and began to slam the door, "Cobham, open the door!" ”

Cobham frowned and got up from his office chair, walked out quickly, and heard Daryl's voice before he reached the door, "Curry, Golden Retriever, they have been attacked, there are currently 8 people on the other side, it is not ruled out that there are still manpower, go and save people." ”

"What's going on, the Golden Retriever has been attacked?" Cobham asked anxiously as he pulled the door open.

"Yes, yes, go quickly." Daryl nodded heavily at Cobham, hung up the phone, and walked in to describe the matter in a quick and simple way.

"Fack, we must not let the Scythe Squad have an accident, this is our signature in Iraq!" This was Cobham's first reaction when he heard what happened.

Because of the events of some time ago, the Imperial Fortress has gained a great reputation in Iraq, although it is certainly far inferior to large companies such as the British G4S, the Panzer Group, and the American MPRI, but it is in the limelight among medium-sized companies.

PMC company, combat effectiveness is one thing, but this does not have a specific measure, but there is a reputation.

And the more famous the company you hire, the less likely you are to get into trouble in the future, and the key is that the asking price is also low.

Cobham has signed a number of contracts lately, all of which are ordinary missions that only require basic soldiers, and the only high-end mission that can really cement its reputation is Bruzztown.

Just as the words came out, Cobham's face changed suddenly, "Wait, you repeat, the attackers appeared in batches?" ”

When Cobham asked him this, Daryl also reacted, and his face changed.

Both Cobham and Darryl are veterans, graduated from regular military academies, retired with the rank of major and captain, and are truly experienced commanders on the battlefield, both in the army and in the Imperial Fortress.

The enemy has obviously successfully ambushed the Scythe Squad with RPG, which shows that he understands the opponent's situation and has a clear goal, but when he knows that it is an elite squad, he does not invest all his troops in the first place, but engages in fuel tactics.

Of course, in the mouth of the bayonet, he and the Wang Zhen assault sniper only said a few words, who are Darril and Cobham, of course understand the thrill and difficulty.

But it still doesn't make sense!

This is not a large-scale battle, and there is no need to keep reserves at all.

Either you don't fight, or you fight with all your might.

Is the opposing commander a fool?

The two don't think so!

There is only one possibility, the other party is trying to create a little pressure on the Scythe team.

Well, the purpose is not to force them to surrender, then it can only be to force them to ask for help.

Didn't the Golden Retriever think of it?

With what they know about the Golden Retriever, they must have thought of it!

But the location is different, and the way of doing things is different.

The Golden Retriever is the commander of the front-line squad, and it is appropriate to ask for help from above when encountering problems.

Whether it can be saved or not, that's their business.

"What should I do?" Daryl gripped his phone in his big hands, gritted his teeth, and stared at Cobham.

"Save ...... Don't save ......" Cobham's expression changed drastically, and his head was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Fake, hurry up, you have a minute at most!" Daryl urged.

"Don't save it!" Cobham stomped his foot and shouted at his neck.

"You're fucking crazy, that's Bourne, if you don't save them, they'll die!" Daryl's eyes widened in anger and he shouted loudly as he pulled his neck.

"Fack, don't I fucking know!" Cobham's face turned red, and he raised his foot and kicked the sofa next to him, making a 'bang' sound.

Striding over to his desk, he grabbed his phone and called Curry.

"What the fuck are you......" Daryl hurriedly chased after him.

"Fuck off, shut up!" Cobham raised his hand and pointed at Daryl and scolded, "Curry, I'm Cobham, stop your movements, you can't go anywhere, strengthen my guard and hold the base!" ”

"You've decided to abandon Bourne!"

"Am I going to abandon them!" Cobham slapped Daryl's hand open and roared, "Can't you fucking think of the purpose of the attacker? ”

"But ......"

"No, but!" Cobham gritted his teeth and waved his hand, and everything on the table was swept to the ground by him.

The laptop tumbled and rolled out with a 'clang'.

"Fak, Fack, Fack!"

"Their target is definitely that oil well!"

"It's Diyala Province, it's Bruz Town, don't you know how chaotic that is?"

"You bastard, you bastard......" Daryl stared into Cobham's eyes, curse after sentence.

"Don't fart, you sit in my position, how do you decide!" Cobham put his head on Daryl's head, a mouth, and saliva were all splashed on the other party's face, "Curry only has 15 people in his hands, how many people to take out to rescue, there will definitely be an ambush outside the oil well base, once Curry takes people out, he will die!" ”

"Then, they will attack the base, and the rest of the people will not be able to stand it at all, and the base will be lost!"

"How much does a bereavement pension for 15 people cost?"

"How many ripple effects will there be if the mission fails!"

"How much do we have to pay compensation?"

"What about the situation that the company has just opened?"

Cobham stretched out his hand and pointed to the door, "How many PMC companies are staring at us now, waiting for us to make a mistake and then pull us down!" ”

"Don't you know how much business we've grabbed lately!"

"We can't save them at all, it will only cause more damage!"

Daryl closed his eyes, took a few steps back, and sat on the ground with his butt in his mouth, muttering that he didn't know what he was talking about.

Cobham looked up at the ceiling, his eyes blinking.

Daryl sat for a minute, then slowly got up and walked out, the door slamming shut.

Cobham looked sideways at the door, sighed, grabbed his phone and walked to the bedroom to lie down on the bed.

Ten seconds, thirty seconds, one minute, Cobham sat up suddenly, turned on his phone and dialed a number to go out, "Clement Cuthbert, it's me, Cobham." ”

"Listen to me, I need help, here'...... thing"

"Cobham, I'm sorry, you know, although I am a lieutenant colonel in the Iraqi army, I don't have the right to transfer troops to fight, this needs to go through the procedure, it's too late now."

"No, I'm not asking you to send troops to save people, I want you to get a helicopter over, if, I mean if they can break out safely, I can get people out as soon as possible, man, some of them are injured, and it is impossible to get out of the desert for more than 20 kilometers without transportation."

There was silence on the other side of the phone, and Cobham didn't urge, and after waiting for a long time, Clement sighed, "Okay, Cobham, one thing I must make clear, once they bring the enemy over, my people will not land, whether it is a helicopter or my people, there must be no damage over there, otherwise I will be finished!" ”

"Thanks, Clement."

"Fake, Cobham, you owe me a big favor!"

The phone hung up, Cobham sighed, this is the limit of what he can do, life or death, it's up to you.

God willing!

"Curry, I'm Cobham." Cobham called Curry again, "Listen to me, someone could attack the camp at any time, whatever they say, hold on, I'll inform Said immediately, he will send someone to support you, at most 5 hours, the company's support will arrive." ”

"When it comes to the critical moment, you can make things clear to your subordinates, and I believe you can do it."

……

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