The Norwegian troops entered the U.S. desert military base in southern Afghanistan from Pakistan, and then transferred to Kandahar, Afghanistan. After Norway entered Kandahar, the U.S. military deployed most of its troops in the south to march to the Amin Khan area to carry out military operations to clear up the Taliban armed forces.

Pakistan-Afghanistan border.

This is a typical mountainous terrain. There are only rocks on the mountain and there is not even a tree. This is the only way for the Norwegian army to enter the desert of southern Afghanistan.

There is a small town more than ten kilometers to the north. The town is square and serves as a buffer point between Afghanistan and Pakistan. The town only has indigenous people and no army. Occasionally, mercenaries stop here to rest or buy various goods.

information.

Without military control, this town is doomed to be filled with all kinds of rare squalor and strangeness. Every household here has a gun, there are a lot of drug dealers gathered here, there are prisoners everywhere, and brothels and casinos can be found everywhere.

People die here every day, but many people come here every day because this place is a place where opportunities and dangers coexist, and the dark side of a legal country is a kind of life here.

The town's former name has been forgotten, and it is usually called Black Town.

On the top of a hill that was not high, Zhao Ziyang, Omo, Swart, Blade, and Sickle were lying there quietly, waiting for the Norwegian army to appear.

"Special Forces, are you sure the defenders appeared first?" Omo, with a straw in his mouth, sucked the water from his vest while wiping the M134 in his hand again and again.

"OK." Zhao Ziyang nodded, pushed up the sunglasses on his face, squinted at the scorching sun in the sky and said, "Our task is very simple, complete the containment and create conditions for Angel and Pandora."

"Simple task?" The sickleman said to himself, with a smile on his face.

Everyone knows whether the task is simple or not. It is not a simple task for five people to contain the defenders' mercenaries and attract firepower. However, there is no absolute in anything. This is a last-ditch battle, and success is not allowed.

fail.

"Yes, a simple mission." Zhao Ziyang showed a confident smile on his face, patted the sickle hand lightly on the shoulder and said to him: "After the mission is completed, I will treat you to Chinese food."

Zhao Ziyang is now very fond of Sickle Hand, a guy who came out of Austria. He has a sense of obedience that surpasses other mercenaries, and he is also a good and kind person, just like Omo.

"Okay!" The sickleman grinned.

Some guys in the group like Chinese food and are very curious about it. They think Chinese food is very mysterious. When cooking, just add a little leaves and bark and the aroma will make people drool. It's amazing.

"Special Forces, please give me a few bottles of soy sauce." Omo's voice came over, with honesty and hope in his tone.

"Soy sauce?" Zhao Ziyang glanced at Omo in surprise.

"That's right!" Omo nodded affirmatively and said with an afterthought on his face: "Soy sauce spread on bread is the best delicacy in the world. We all love soy sauce."

Zhao Ziyang was immediately happy. He really couldn't imagine that soy sauce could be eaten like this.

"No problem, I'm giving you a jar of tofu stew, which is more delicious than soy sauce." Zhao Ziyang promised.

"Really? Hehe..." Omo smiled contentedly, muttering the words "tofu stew" repeatedly.

Blade was wearing a mesh net to constantly observe the situation ahead and enter combat status in advance. As for Swart, he was watching Zhao Ziyang and the others joking, lying there silently, weighing the bullets back and forth, checking whether there were any duds.

.

"Swart, the mission is over..."

"The mission hasn't started yet." Swart replied coldly to Zhao Ziyang, his face full of disdain.

Zhao Ziyang, who was rushed back by Swart, shut his mouth and stopped asking for trouble.

He just wanted to liven up the atmosphere before the war. He had no other intentions, and he was even less likely to show his kindness to Swart. The two seemed to be a bit incompatible, and they had been like this from the beginning. But it didn't matter, they were both the most authentic professional soldiers.

, when doing business, personal grudges will be put aside.

"Zizi... special forces, special forces, I am Night Rose, I am Night Rose, everything is ready, it's up to you." Angel's voice came from the radio.

"Understood, retreat immediately after completing the task, repeat, retreat immediately after completing the task!"

"Understood! Zizi..."

The division of labor is clear. Zhao Ziyang and the others are to contain the lurkers, while Angel and Pandora hunt down the Norwegian soldiers and film them. Without Seth to handle post-production, Angel and the others must retreat after the mission is completed and complete it as quickly as possible.

Video post-production is distributed to Norway.

This time is very tight. It is expected that the effect will appear within three to five days after the video is released. The time when Norway really cannot stand it and chooses to withdraw its troops should be seven to nine days.

In other words, Zhao Ziyang and the five men are a bit like the Five Heroes of Langya Mountain. They must complete the tactical pulling without any backup. The signal for their retreat is that Angel and the two must retreat successfully, otherwise there will be great variables.

"Attention, attention, the Norwegian advance force is approaching, the Norwegian advance force is approaching." The voice of the blade rang clearly in everyone's ears.

"Received! Received!" Zhao Ziyang responded, picking up the telescope and looking into the distance.

A pair of soldiers wearing Norwegian military uniforms appeared at a mountain pass one and a half kilometers south of the strategy. There were twenty-seven soldiers in this group. Each three people formed a combat group, forming a right triangle formation. The top three combat groups of nine formed a scattered group.

With its compact and serrated front triangle, Duan Qian stepped into the open plain between the two mountains at a tactical pace, approaching here.

"Look at their tactical movements." Zhao Ziyang reminded the teammates around him.

The tactical movements of these soldiers are extremely proficient. When attacked, they can immediately purchase powerful firepower, or exchange the first place for defense. The tactical steps of these soldiers are arbitrary. They are not as rigid as regular soldiers. The frequency of each person's steps is consistent with their height.

In the most appropriate proportion.

It may be messy underfoot, but the whole thing gives people a very coordinated feeling.

The most outstanding thing is the firearms in their hands, ranging from American equipment to Russian equipment, British equipment, etc., which are mixed and mixed, and the amount of equipment is much more than that of regular soldiers. Basically, each person carries three guns on various parts of the body.

Bring the above pistol and saber.

"Defenders." Omo breathed out softly and revealed the true identities of these soldiers.

The hired defender mercenaries wear Norwegian military uniforms, firstly to avoid unnecessary trouble, and secondly because the Norwegian military also requires them to do so.

It is an unwritten rule that you must wear the military uniform of that country if you serve your life for that country. After all, no country is willing to make it clear that it uses mercenaries, otherwise it will be criticized by the world.

The ubiquitous mercenaries are despised by all righteous people, but they are indispensable weapons for military operations in various countries.

A pair of bulletproof steel plates with a thickness of ten centimeters was propped up by Omo. The Gatling M134 was placed in the groove cut in the middle of the steel plate. Then he hid his whole body behind the steel plate and stared straight ahead through the shooting hole.

A ten-centimeter steel plate can block all rifle bullets, including armor-piercing bullets from any sniper rifle. The clumsy and powerful protective steel plate will allow Omo to exert its maximum power, and the whole thing will be an indestructible firepower fortress.

Probably only a pervert like Omo would use this crude but extremely effective thing. No one could overcome the vitality point he had built alone.

After completing the observation, Blade returned to his position, pulled out the Russian-made SVD sniper rifle from his back, lay on the top of the hill and aimed at the defender mercenaries a thousand meters away.

At the same time, Swart and the sickleman also pulled out a sniper rifle and placed it on the hilltop, an M107 long-range sniper rifle and an AMP sniper rifle.

They only had five people to carry out this tactical traction, or difficult positional battle.

Zhao Ziyang still picked up the Type 95 assault rifle, placed his eyes lightly on the scope, and aimed at a height of nearly fifteen centimeters above the head of a defender mercenary a thousand meters away.

"Put it a little closer, yes, move it a little closer, eight hundred meters away, pay attention to the adjustment."

Several people immediately adjusted the scale of the sniper rifle and placed it at a distance of 800 meters.

In the scope, the defender mercenaries continued to advance cautiously with tactical steps. At this time, they looked very ridiculous in Zhao Ziyang's eyes. They were just a group of cannon fodder, a group of poor cannon fodder who were about to die.

One thousand two hundred meters, one thousand meters, nine hundred meters...

"Get ready!" Zhao Ziyang's voice rang in the ears of the Blades and others.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Blade, Swart, and Scythe pulled the triggers at the same time to fire sniper bullets at the defender mercenaries who entered the 800-meter range. At the moment of the gunshot, you could clearly see the bodies of the three defenders lifted back and lying down heavily.

on the ground.

And Zhao Ziyang also pulled the trigger after three people shot and killed three people. A bullet that he had smoothed on a stone when he was bored came out of the gun and accurately hit a defender in the head.

In the scope, the defender's head exploded like a watermelon, his body leaned to the side, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Perhaps no one except Zhao Ziyang can achieve the effect of a sniper rifle with an assault rifle.

The four defenders who fell down in an instant reacted quickly and immediately chose to lie down on the ground, each looking for a bunker. However, the terrain they were in was an open area between two mountains, and the open area was a plain. The plain meant that there were not too many bunkers for them.

use.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..." The sniper rifles let out the roar of death one after another. One after another, the defenders who failed to find effective bunkers were pierced by heavy sniper bullets, causing countless casualties.

However, they remained calm even when encountering snipers, using various tactics to avoid confusing the snipers' sight and create time for themselves to find bunkers.

After another six corpses fell, the remaining defender mercenaries hid their bodies behind three rocks, using the rocks to avoid another sniper attack by Zhao Ziyang and the others.

Ten corpses lying in various directions cast a shadow of death over this small open space. The originally yellow land took on a coquettish reflection after absorbing a large amount of blood.

The gunshots stopped and the wails no longer existed. The defenders hid behind the rocks and waited quietly. Zhao Ziyang and the others made no sound and also waited quietly.
Chapter completed!