Licking blood from the knife

Walking alone through the base work area where corpses were lying on the ground and fired everywhere, walking through the passage that usually takes 230 steps to complete. The closer to the exit, the more clear the sound of gunfire sounds coming from outside became. Lin Neng held the steel helmet with his left hand, and naturally put down the mp44 of his injured comrades in his right hand. He took all the things that should be taken or not, destroyed or destroyed, and killed all the things that should be killed or not, and then he should fight against fate. Even if half of the US military officers and soldiers of the two battalions rushed to Abu Quaiki to deal with the attackers, there were still more than 500 people staying around the base and outside the periphery. More than a dozen or twenty anti-aircraft artillery companies could piece together hundreds of combatants when they were mobilized urgently. If these US troops surrounded them from all directions, they would still be a surging craze for the commando with only more than fifty people.

He stepped up to the 16th step with his head raised, turned his right wrist, held the handle of the assault rifle with his left hand, and stood firm at the exit. Looking into the distance, the armory was still burning with raging flames, and the flames reflected the night sky red, which probably attracted considerable attention from the Americans. Looking nearby, the commandos were using the seized US jeep to send the information and key gentlemen to the west side of the base. Three people could not get in. Seeing Lin Neng walking out, they turned around and waited for the order.

Listening with his ears, gunshots and explosions mixed together, not far away, and it is very likely that it was coming from the medical station. He looked at the three commandos in front of him, all of whom were strong and energetic, and nodded at them:

"We'll go, guys!"

At this time, next to the fork in front of the base medical station, a group of American soldiers squatted against the wall. They wore steel helmets and each held standard guns such as m1 semi-automatic rifles, Browning light machine guns, etc. These weapons have performed well in North Africa, Europe and the Pacific battlefield, especially for the German and Japanese troops using manual rifles. However, here, they encountered great trouble. The dense guns of the opponent's light machine guns and assault rifles were firmly sturdy.

Controlling the fork in the road, there was a jeep over there, and another car body was made into a sieve hole, and more than ten American soldiers were lying around. Seeing that the attack was not improving, as he continued, he could only wait for more support troops to arrive here. The major officer in the leader was at a loss, and one of his officers, a calm-faced captain, volunteered: "Sir, let me lead a team of soldiers around from the right wing! Only in this way can I have a chance to find a breakthrough!"

The major asked worriedly and anxiously: "Walk around? How to go around? Climb the wall from outside?"

The captain shook his head and said, "You pitched grenade cover, we rushed over at full speed by two 'Willis'. As long as we crossed this fork, their machine guns would not hurt us!"

The major wanted to take a look at the medical station again, but a bullet hit the corner of the wall, and cement debris suddenly flew everywhere. The soldiers near the corner of the wall had to move back half of their seats, making the people behind even more crowded.

"Okay, be careful, may God hold you!" the major roared.

"May God be with us!" The captain drew a cross on his chest, then lit several soldiers and returned to the jeep with him. The two Willis military jeeps were quickly activated, and the captain drove one of them himself. Once it was started, the gunshots in front could not cover the roar of the engine. Therefore, he did not rush out in a hurry, but waited patiently, constantly stepping on the accelerator to change the loudness of the engine, trying to confuse the other party's hearing. The American soldiers leaning against the corner of the wall all had grenades in their hands, waiting for the attack commands nervously. When he felt the time was up, he let go of the handgate. While the jeep started, he raised his right arm and swayed hard. The major officer leaning against the corner of the wall understood it and immediately stood up and shouted: "Throw the grenade!"

The US soldiers stood up one after another, fearing the fierce firepower of the fork at the fork. They just took a few more steps away from the wall and threw the grenades at the position between the fork and the medical station. They could only hear the sharp increase of gunfire on the opposite side. After a few seconds, the grenade bombs exploded one after another. At this point, the jeep driven by the captain rushed out first. The limited acceleration distance failed to make it reach the extreme speed, but it took only a moment to rush through the fork that was about ten meters wide. The soldiers on the right seat of the back seat also controlled the machine gun on the frame to fire horizontally. Another jeep rushed over immediately. When they arrived behind the house opposite the fork, the captain could not resist the joy of escaping from death. However, when he turned to look again, two soldiers in the same car had been shot.

The mood changed from the peak to the abyss only at this moment. The captain officer who had never really walked onto the battlefield widened his eyes: "Hell! Vic! Maitel!"

The courageous person may not be able to make accurate decisions at critical moments. The captain found a safe position to brake the car. Fortunately, the soldier who was on the left side of the rear seat was injured, but the man in the passenger seat was full of bullets and almost lost consciousness when he was sitting. Because the jeep in front attracted firepower, the occupant who was following the fork seemed to be safe and sound, and the driver also stopped by the side, but he chose

The location was really not very good. The soldiers were about to get out of the car and see if they could help. Suddenly, a "chubby" sounded extremely short, and a shell came from the gap between the two buildings. It landed on the left side of the jeep and exploded instantly. Although the absolute power of the shell was not great, the weight of Willis military jeep was also very light. It turned over and the soldiers sitting on the left were even flew out by the explosion air waves!

"Oh God..." The captain was stunned. He couldn't remember whether he had prayed to the omnipotent Creator forever when he woke up early. But since the "UFO" that could not be shot down, he had a vague intuition. The battle had indeed happened. A few weeks after the war was declared over, all this was like a nightmare, and he himself was in a nightmare that he could not break free.

"Sir, should we continue to fight or go over to save people?" The soldier who was on the right side of the back seat was in charge of controlling the machine gun and instantly pulled the lost captain back to reality. He looked around. The jeep he was traveling with had been overturned. The companions above were not aware of life and death. They only saw two people lying on the ground motionlessly, and some fragments of content were scattered around him that they did not dare to speculate. Under the tremendous pressure, he took a deep breath, stepped on the accelerator, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Let's rush over and surround those bitches from the side, and you must kill them all!"

It is not necessarily a bad thing to have a rush on the battlefield, but it is sometimes counterproductive to say it loudly. After the jeep restarted, it quickly and smoothly passed the position where the companions were shot. The machine gunners blindly fired in the opposite direction, but most of the bullets hit the walls of the two houses, with only a few passing through the gap between them. Whether it is ordinary artillery or tank guns, they are not enough to pose a threat to the operator. The jeep travels about a hundred meters and goes to the left at a crossroads without being hit by fire.

Turn, continue to move forward and turn left again at the right position, and they can realize their intention of detour on the side, but only two or three seconds after the first turn, two bullets suddenly shot in front of them - although only two were only, they were extremely accurate and fatal. One penetrated the windshield and shot the captain's shoulder, and the other flew over the windshield. With a muffled groan, the US soldier who was operating the machine gun on the frame let go. He leaned back weakly because his entire center of gravity was high, so he turned over the seat and rolled down from behind.

The captain was shocked. At the critical moment, he made a wrong decision again. He twisted the steering wheel left and right to try to avoid the opponent's cold shot. However, in front of the fixed shooter, this was just a clumsy swaying jeep. The fast shot still had a high hit rate for the target. On the contrary, the drivers who had no experience in driving a racing car were easily dizzy because of the left and right swing of the vehicle. Sharp bullets followed one after another, and pain came from the windshield, forehead, face, and neck.

The captain finally lost himself completely. When his consciousness gradually collapsed, he braked to avoid hitting the house and causing the two injured companions to be completely hopeless. However, this was his third and last mistake. Until then, the captain still did not know that he might have met a shooter with the most outstanding combat shooting ability in the other camp. Not long ago, he and he had friendly handshakes with him, and even ate the same lunch in a different way, watched a movie, and shared their love experiences...

The last few bullets shot were still extremely ruthless. One shot penetrated the captain's chest. After the war, he should have entered the wedding hall with his beloved; once he fired the US soldier who was dying in the co-pilot position, his application for retirement was approved. As a guard soldier who had worked at a secret base, he enjoyed a special benefit that he continued to serve the government as a contract security officer; and two other shots the US soldier on the left side of the back seat, and he and his baseball dream could only end there.

The feeling of being hit by a bullet was very bad, and the chest was torn, so that the pain on the head, face and neck became insignificant. The captain breathed hard, and his hands and feet were gradually out of his control. His vision was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred. His thoughts began to become erratic and he could not concentrate. He thought about his relatives and the past, but he could not remember what he would do in the future. Suddenly, he saw someone walking to him and taking off the helmet he had never seen before. His face... It seemed familiar, as if it was the communication scholar from Argentina. A young man with a suspicious background and a good character. How could it be him? How could it be him?

"Rest in peace! Captain! If you have a next life, you will be a doctor, lawyer, farmer or anything, don't join the army again!" This familiar voice seemed to be a call from heaven. The captain felt that he was getting lighter and lighter, gradually floating in the air, all worries and sorrows were gone, and he was completely relieved.

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Chapter completed!