Other members of the Taliban were almost burning when the pickup truck was almost burned. Several people moved the pickup truck and finally moved it away.
He drove the car from the side, passed the tunnel, and drove towards Amad and the others.
Seeing that the Taliban is increasing, John and Ahmed must disperse the Taliban firepower, otherwise stray bullets will easily hurt Ahmed's children and wife.
So I had to run out of the house and pull the gun line open and continue to fight.
And Basila, her son, and Puya, could only hide in the small house.
"Squat down and cover me."
John shouted to Ahmed.
In this way, they cooperated to fight for a while and hid for a while.
The Taliban's car had already driven onto the bridge, getting closer, and the firepower was even more fierce, and bullets were hitting like heavy rain.
Basila was so scared that she screamed, and her son cried loudly.
"Go and take your head down."
John watched the Taliban call and quickly reminded everyone loudly.
"Damn, damn, there are too many of them."
John really couldn't stand the firepower anymore, and was so angry that he wanted to curse.
Ahmed ran across the house to shoot, but unfortunately there were more and more people in the Tariban. In the end, two fists could not match four hands, and the firepower could not be resisted.
Ahmed had no choice but to run to the small house and find a way to hide and save his life.
However, the Taliban's distance was getting closer and closer, and his wife and son had nowhere to go, becoming more and more dangerous, making Ahmed feel so panicked.
Seeing a door behind the house, Ahmed rushed over and kicked open.
He shouted that his wife Basila and his son would come in.
Puya and John helped Ahmed desperately and began to shoot at the surging Taliban, making it impossible for the Taliban people to get close to them.
The Taliban people die, the wounded.
Just like plants vs. zombies, the Taliban people kept moving forward, and John and others kept hitting them, forming a stalemate.
Move forward and kill one.
After the Taliban lost seven or eight lives, he was beaten and afraid to move forward rashly.
"Squat down, don't show your head."
The Talibans stopped attacking, but John still did not dare to be careless at all.
"Fake, I'm almost out of bullets." Ahmed said in panic.
The Taliban seemed to be able to hear Ahmed's words, and soon stopped and started rushing forward again. Taking advantage of the reduction of oncoming bullets, he also accelerated his pace to get closer to the house.
"Damn it, mine has no bullets."
John fired at all his might, and the bullets were consumed very quickly, and the pistol had no bullets.
If this continues, only Puya's gun is left.
Ahmed couldn't hide anymore, so he had to take out his gun and shoot at the Taliban.
Take advantage of Ahmed and Puya to fight again.
John quickly called Parker, but it still couldn't get through.
"Please, Parker, please answer the phone!" John was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
When Barcila saw the frizzy Taliban outside, the scene of his son being killed by the Taliban sounded, and was frightened and panicked and burst into tears.
A desperate expression appeared on his face.
My son was frightened and kept crying and making a fuss.
Ahmed was under great pressure, and now he felt the despair of his wife and children, and under the double pressure, he was almost unable to hold on.
"Where are you? Parker." John yelled at his phone.
"I have no bullets," Ahmed said.
John had no bullets anymore.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze.
Except for Puya who was still supporting him, neither John nor Ahmed could continue.
The Taliban has sufficient bullets.
The surging bullets hit the surrounding walls, and the wall dust covered Amad and John's heads, hands, and clothes.
Ahmed looked at his wife and son, his hands shivered in despair and fear.
At this moment, he could do nothing.
I thought to myself, at this moment, I must be dead.
There was no sound over Puya.
Puya had no bullets anymore and was shot, so they could not continue to attack, so they could only wait to die.
The Taliban people are getting closer and closer.
Just when everyone was desperate, the rumbling sound of cannons suddenly came.
The bricks were blown away and hit John and Ahmed.
The Taliban, which has been recommended not far away, was instantly knocked to the ground by bombs.
John and Ahmed didn't know what was going on. John turned around and saw a helicopter flying from the sky. The aviation machine guns on the helicopter spewed flames wildly and headed towards the Taliban.
The Talibans in other places fell one by one after another after machine guns were fired.
John was shocked by this scene.
His eyes widened in disbelief, not knowing what was going on.
The pilot looked at the ground, several Talibans were running away, reporting on the radio: "Identify multiple targets, at the western end of the dam."
"Received, leave it to me."
The soldiers who controlled the aviation machine gun with both hands fired the gun to the west, and the target was easily taken down.
Then another helicopter flew from the sky, and an aerial gunboat was also at altitude.
"105mm shell attack."
"Discover the target, 60 degrees,"
“Received, Ghost 37.”
"They are safe,"
"receive!"
"Confirmed, stop firing!"
"Base 2, I am Ghost 37, the enemy has been wiped out, it's over."
As the three planes communicated with each other, the artillery fire roared and the emperor was trembling. The battle ended quickly and the Taliban disappeared.
Seeing that there was no gunshots and no explosions, John dared to come out.
Ahmed was also confused and walked out slowly tremblingly.
When I went out, I saw several pickup trucks driving over.
The man standing in the highest position in the pickup truck made him smile. He knew that he would be absolutely safe when he saw this man.
This is a special ability, and only this man can bring him influence.
"Don't be fine, are you okay?" Long Zhan showed a handsome smile.
The other soldiers who got out of the car immediately surrounded the place, holding guns to the outside, to see if there were any fish that had escaped the net, so as not to be accidentally injured.
"Bradley, Mike, help him up, check if anyone is injured, and take the others into the car." Long Zhan then began to arrange it.
"Yes, sir." The soldiers replied, helping the injured Puya up.
"You said earlier that you were John Kingley, and you were all in my business. This is not a difficult task for me, John."
Long Zhan patted John on the shoulder, handed the things in his hand to John, and said with a smile: "This is a letter sent by Vaux."
After saying that, he came to Ahmed, took out a file bag and handed it to her and said, "It's a good job, man, this is your visa for your wife and children. Take them with you, you can take them to the United States."
Ahmed looked at Long Zhan seriously, his eyes full of indescribable gratitude.
He wanted to say something, but his throat was blocked and his eyes became moist, making him unable to say a word.
Chapter completed!