The origin of the heavy-duty convoy in the front is unknown, and it is impossible to distinguish whether it is an enemy or a friend. The pursuers in the rear can be confirmed and have strong hostility towards their own side.
In this situation where there is no escape, it is no longer necessary to discuss how to choose.
Because there is only one way left!
If you stop, you will be surrounded by a corporation team and you can only continue to keep your speed and run forward.
Take a gamble on luck.
The heavy-duty convoy that came to bet was not an accomplice of a Middle Eastern corps, but was other militia forces, no matter which one it was.
Although in this situation of being chased by others, the convoys that appeared in front were more like being intercepted.
But now that things have come to this point, there is no other way.
In the convoy withdrawing from the intelligence station, everyone knew that it was a gambling life, and the atmosphere was extremely depressed.
Everyone stared at the convoy ahead, not even daring to breathe.
100 meters...
80 meters...
50 meters...
As the convoys of both sides approached quickly, the degree of depressed atmosphere also increased exponentially.
Looking at the many black muzzles, many people, including the webmaster, were so nervous that they burst into sweat.
When the distance between the two sides is less than 20 meters, the oncoming convoy begins to slow down.
When the distance was only about 10 meters, the armed convoy slowly stopped in the middle of the road.
This was originally just a double lane, and the heavy-loaded convoy was parked in the middle, and vehicles were unable to pass on both sides.
There is no other way to get blocked in the road ahead. The captain of the GRS team, Tyroen, could only stop the car and order everyone to enter the combat state.
Even if the strength of the two sides is very different, and there is a high probability that they will be crushed in a fight, we must still be fully prepared to start a war at any time.
I will never give up until the last moment.
"Yeah? This...can't you say..."
The armed pickup truck that Long Zhan was riding stopped, and the Lao Ganma heavy machine gun in his hand was loaded, ready to fight for life and death with the corporation convoy at any time.
But what Long Zhan never expected was...
The reaction of the corps thug convoy was as cautious as the evacuation of the convoy at the intelligence station.
Not only did the entire convoy stop, but he also stepped on the brakes. The stopping distance exceeded 20 meters, as if he was afraid of the heavy-loaded convoy ahead.
Long Zhan has rich combat experience and can see the details inside at once.
Judging from the reaction of the corps team, you can confirm that the heavy-loaded fleet coming towards them is likely not the same as them.
If it is a group, it is specially designed to block the road in front.
The current reaction of the corps thugs' convoy should be to take the opportunity to overtake from both sides to completely surround the evacuated convoy, rather than stopping from a distance.
In addition, this road leads to the airport, and the distance is very close to the airport.
Long Zhan speculated that this might be one of the Libyan troops who had supported him, that is, one of the Libyan troops who had been shirking responsibility at the airport and had not set off.
The reason why everyone at the intelligence station did not receive the notice was that when the airport staff made the decision, the people in the intelligence station had already gone empty and the building was empty, and no one could receive the notice they sent.
certainly.
This is just one of the possibilities of Long Zhan’s speculation, and it is not ruled out that other Libyan militias are armed.
After all, there are more than dozens of Libyan militias who moved into Benghazi, and no less than 10 have heavy-duty convoys.
This may be one of them.
As for what purpose it is for coming here, whether it is an enemy or a friend, it is impossible to tell.
Due to this uncertainty, Long Zhan did not dare to be careless, and even because there was an extra potential enemy, he was more cautious than before.
It is precisely because the three parties are not aware of hostility that no one from the three parties gets off.
Everyone sat in the car and began to find ways to communicate.
"Call B1, here is B5, can you hear it? Please answer if you hear it."
At this moment of stalemate of "three-party separatism", the radio of Team B's members rang out, and it was Brock who was left behind at the airport.
"I received B1, how is your situation?" Jason replied immediately.
It is less than 3 kilometers away from the airport, which is just a throttle. Now the evacuation convoy is in a stalemate here and cannot move. The airport rescue has become the only hope.
"The damn Libyan finally got to know her. He had sent an escort convoy to rescue, but something happened on the road and was blocked by another convoy."
"You're stuck on the road?"
Jason was shocked when he heard this. The master had already understood and said with a laugh and cry: "We have left the intelligence station and are also blocked on the way to the airport."
"You are also blocked on the road? Could it be..."
Brock began to be a little confused when he heard this.
After all, he never thought that the besieged intelligence station would dare to come out on its own initiative, but looking at the convoy that appeared in front of him, he had to believe a fact.
“As you think, haha.”
Thinking of being scared by his own people and being escorted by his escort convoy, Jason couldn't help laughing.
"Boss, you wait there first, and I'll bring people here right away." Bullock said excitedly.
"Be careful, there are people following us. They are the group of people attacking the intelligence station and they must be dealt with first."
Jason was happy, but he didn't forget to remind him.
"Leave it to me!"
Brock led a heavy-duty fleet and said something with great confidence.
After the radio dialogue ended, Brock communicated with the Libyan commander of the heavy-loaded convoy, and then the heavy-loaded convoy, which was parked in front of him, started again.
The BTR-94 wheeled infantry armored vehicle, carrying two heavy machine gun armed pickup trucks, separated from the large army and drove forward with a loud bang.
"This is an Allied troops coming from the airport, specially escorting us, pulling the vehicle aside and letting them pass."
Jason picked up the intercom in the car and reported the latest situation to the entire fleet.
When the intelligence personnel who were so nervous that they almost pissed their pants, they couldn't help but screamed excitedly.
The convoy also started again and gave way out the main road.
The armored personnel carriers dressed in heavy armor and were armed with heavy machine guns and armed to the teeth followed the way given out by the escort convoy and headed straight to the corps convoy behind.
The firepower of the armed pickup truck is indeed strong, but it is still a bit bad for the armored vehicles.
Moreover, the armored vehicle did not directly fire and attack, but instead adopted a method of approaching persecution, which had already given enough face to a certain Middle Eastern corps.
After all, they are all members of the Libyan National Committee. They look up and see each other, and they still have to give face.
The corporation convoy was frightened by the armored vehicles, and the entire convoy began to move slowly backwards, but the speed was not fast, and even the muzzle was locked at the armored vehicles.
Chapter completed!