The convoy picked up speed, and the donkey standing in the pickup truck grabbed a heavy machine gun, grinned at the corners of his mouth, and raised his foot to gently kick the ammunition box next to it.

At least 400 rounds of ammunition are enough for him to have a good time!

It's closer, it's closer.

In the distance, the donkey could already see the fire that exploded over there.

There was no rush to shoot, although the range of the heavy machine gun could reach more than 700 meters, but it was not accurate.

It was only after pulling closer to more than 300 meters that the donkey pulled the trigger violently.

"Dada"

"Dada"

Qing Yishui's long point shot, it doesn't matter if it's accurate or not, what you want is the momentum of a charge.

Of course, there are tracer bullets to calibrate the trajectory, plus a welded machine gun mount can greatly reduce recoil, ignoring the bumps of the car itself, and the quasi-head is relatively acceptable.

The bullets fired from the heavy machine gun flew like a whip of steel, crossing a distance of 300 meters, destroying all obstacles in the trajectory.

Originally, in order to intercept the Radiance Squad, the terrorists adjusted their defense inward, and they suffered heavy losses when they were hit from behind by the red pit viper.

Just turned around to catch his breath, the Radiant Squad behind him killed again.

The back and forth were flanked, and the remaining dozen people were swept to death by donkeys on the spot.

Several terrorists hurriedly turned their heads and fired back, but the shrapnel continued to rush straight as if they had not seen it.

"Ulla!" The donkey shouted, grabbed the heavy machine gun, and suddenly became more cheerful.

Several bullets slammed into the two terrorists, and the 7.62 NATO shells directly tore through the terrorists' bodies, and the two fell to the ground screaming, spraying blood on the people around them like money.

"Sit tight!" Rushing out of the city, shrapnel suddenly shouted, and with a blow of the steering wheel, the pickup truck slammed down the road and into the yellow sand next to it.

The highway was barricaded with steel by these terrorists, and it was certainly impossible to rush through.

The donkey turned the muzzle of the gun and bumped the cart, letting the bullets float up and down, drawing several undulating arcs in the air.

Holding down the muzzle of the gun, and as he rushed through the barricade, a bullet swept up again, the sandbags were broken, and the car was beaten like a honeycomb.

The two cars behind rushed down the road and out along the ruts.

Wang Zhen tried to shoot, but after trying once, he gave up, no, it was too bumpy, and his head was about to hit the roof of the car.

With a bang, the three cars jumped out for more than 200 meters, and the donkey returned to the road.

Nie Huixiong and the others in the car were blushing with excitement and their necks were thick, and they roared in the car, and they didn't know what they were screaming, anyway, they were shouting, they were venting.

In less than half an hour, I have experienced life and death several times, and I really passed by death, I didn't feel it before, it is estimated that it is too nervous, I just found that my stomach is a little painful when breathing, and I know that there is a bullet on the body armor, if it is not for the body armor, he will die!

I don't know what about the others, anyway, Nie Huixiong is really scared stupid.

At the speed of life and death, I don't know if it is safe to stay in the control area of Ace Ace honestly, or if it is more dangerous to escape along the way......

"Shovel, prepare to retreat." Wang Zhen put down his gun and made a phone call to the shovel.

"I'm already in the car, and the Red Pit Viper's men are still holding back." Shovel smiled and said, "They did a good job." ”

"See you in Erbil."

The latter part of the road was taken by the red pit viper before, and it was about 120 kilometers long, and the group finally entered Erbil at dawn.

"I have a house over here, go to me." Nie Huixiong said in the channel: "Little Brother Wang, I want to thank you for saving your life." ”

"You're welcome, you also spent money, okay, you show the way." Wang Zhen said.

It's still a small three-storey building, but with a big yard, bigger than the one in Mosul, with warehouses and accommodation.

After getting out of the car, the grizzled people walked into the small building.

"Brother Wang, there are bathrooms upstairs and downstairs, let's wash them first." Nie Huixiong said enthusiastically.

Wang Zhen looked left and right, and said with a smile: "Okay, Brother Nie, there is no need, after running around all night, I have been frightened a lot, you should quickly wash up and rest and rest and recuperate." ”

"We need to take a break, too."

"No, no, we have to have a meal together, save your life, let you go, then others have to say that my old Nie is ungrateful." Nie Huixiong grabbed Wang Zhen's arm.

A transaction is a transaction, a relationship is a relationship, and he is going to catch Wang Zhen no matter what.

Although I swore that I would never come to Iraq to do business again after escaping, after all, I have to spend my life to make money.

But now that he really escaped, Nie Huixiong immediately forgot his previous oath.

It's just talking, how can you take it seriously.

What's wrong with the danger point, how many people want to be dangerous and don't have a chance!

Besides, now that he knows Wang Zhen, his mind is alive, Chinese people are xenophobic in their bones, and he can't trust those foreigner mercenaries no matter what, not to mention that foreigners value contracts, commitments, and reputation.

He has seen a lot of people abroad for so many years, and no one needs to do one thing in front of him and one thing behind his back, he only regrets pit you!

But if he can find military support behind him, then ......

"Yes, yes, Brother Wang, where can I sleep now, I can't be excited, I must drink some wine to suppress the shock." The friend who almost killed Nie Huixiong, named Bao Zhongping, also stood up and said.

What Nie Huixiong wanted, he also wanted.

"At another time, I'm not polite to you, it's not just your group of people who are trapped in Mosul, Brother Nie called early, and now there are still six people trapped in Mosul." Wang Zhen said with a serious face: "They are all compatriots, if they come to me, I can't just watch it, I will do my best, I will definitely try my best to save people." ”

"Go back and rest, we still have to go, as for the drink, there is no hurry."

"Several old brothers are doing business in Iraq, and we have a lot of opportunities, and I will rescue all the people trapped in the terrorist blockade this time."

Hearing Wang Zhen say this, several people immediately closed their mouths with regretful faces, human lives are at stake, and it must be to save people.

"That'...... In this way, sit for a while, this back and forth for a few hours, take a short break and drink saliva. Nie Huixiong beckoned everyone to sit down in the living room.

Turning on the air conditioner, there were two big long mahogany sofas in the living room, a big tea table, and a set of gongfu tea sets.

"I remember that Ace occupied Mosul in June, and it's all January, why are you still going there?" Sitting down, Guo Jingyun couldn't help but ask.

"It doesn't matter if you are a terrorist or a government army occupies Mosul, those 1.5 million people are all going to eat, they all need clothes, and if they are still alive, then we can't do without our goods." Bao Zhongping said with a smile: "Don't look at the chaos over there, but because of the chaos, transportation and materials are blocked, and there is a shortage of materials, so the price is higher and you can earn more." ”

"In the whole of Iraq, including Syria, 80% of the daily necessities come from our country, and only 20% are imported from the Turkish chickens.

The corners of Guo Jingyun's mouth twitched, why are you asking for money and dying, right?

"In fact, it wasn't so dangerous before, after all, when the goods are delivered, we can't make a big deal, and people still make a lot of money, and they can't do without us, and safety can still be guaranteed." Bao Zhongping said with a sigh on his face.

"Are there any terrorists doing business?" Guo Jingyun looked like he was in a state of collapse, and the terrorists in his impression were all drinking air, and all day long except praying was killing......

"There must be, they also have to eat, but most of them are big families who are very influential in the local area, and we sell them when we deliver them, and they make a lot of money."

"Ace's people didn't touch those people?" Guo Jingyun asked.

"How can they be moved?" Wang Zhen took over and said: "You can treat these local big families in Arabia as landlords and officials in ancient China, the Mongols came, they did it for the Mongols, the Ming Dynasty was left, they were officials for the Ming Dynasty, the Manchus came, they were officials for the Manchus, whether the ruler was surnamed Zhu or surnamed Aixin Jueluo, they had to count on them to manage the people." ”

"Brother Wang's summary is incisive." Bao Zhongping stretched out his thumb and exclaimed: "Terrorists should also count on them, otherwise those guys who can only shoot and rush with guns and their minds full of extreme ideas can manage the city?" Let them manage, at most half a month, the whole city will starve to death. ”

"As long as the local big families are willing to cooperate, Ace Ace doesn't dare to touch them at all, and Ace's arms, daily necessities, and crude oil from the occupied oil wells all rely on these big families to traffick, which is the biggest source of funds for terrorists, without them, Ace Ace is not a fart."

"No, it's ...... This ......" Guo Jingyun opened his mouth, completely unsure of what to say.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, his academic performance is poor, and he became a soldier at the age of 18.

At this moment, in Guo Jingyun's heart, those so-called local big families are traitors to the enemy, and after liberation, they will all be pulled out for liquidation.

Not killing them is not enough to make the people angry!

At this moment, Guo Jingyun looked at several compatriots with wrong eyes.

What is the difference between sending supplies to the areas occupied by terrorists and smuggling materials to the Manchus.

"It's the terrorists who are guilty, and it's not about civilians." Wang Zhen patted Guo Jingyun on the shoulder, "Just because the terrorists have occupied this place, we can't blockade and cause local civilians to starve to death, that's the behavior of the Kuomintang Party." ”

Guo Jingyun blinked, what he said made sense, and he felt that something was wrong, anyway, his mind was very confused, and he shook it hard.

Forget it, it's not something I'm a soldier to think about.

(End of chapter)