The Hummer car driven by Ge Zhen has the positioning. After the officers of the power station reported the matter, the coalition immediately found the number of the car and locked it.

It's just a missile, it's very simple.

"Swoosh!"

Tens of kilometers away, a Tomahawk cruise missile was launched, locking the Hummer driven by Ge Zhen to perform precise positioning.

"Is it necessary to be so troublesome to solve something that a missile can do?" In the video, the superior scolded Brigadier General Hill: "What we have to do is simply kill him and erase the consequences forever. What you do is too slow and does not meet our needs."

Brigadier Hill remained silent about his superior's reprimand, but he still insisted on what he did in his heart.

Killing Ge Zhen can indeed solve the problem with just one missile, but using mercenaries to kill him is better than the coalition forces themselves, which involves an explanation.

In other words, the mercenary killed the soldier Ge Zhen, and they did not need any explanation. If the coalition killed the soldier Ge Zhen, it might require some explanation and may even cause a lot of trouble.

If you can do it yourself, you won’t do it yourself. No matter what trouble you encounter in the end, you can push it cleanly.

"You must do things in a straightforward way in the future. Don't do this next time. Brigadier General Hill, this is the battlefield, and the battlefield requires you to go straight."

"Yes, general, I've been taught."

“…”

The video call was interrupted, and Brigadier General Hill smiled at himself.

He thought about everything, but his superiors were not like him, and he adopted the most direct way of killing.

"The battlefield pattern is not yet determined. Are you really not worried about revenge?" Brigadier General Hill shook his head: "You all think that China is easy to bully, but you never know that the Chinese have the strongest desire for revenge. I hope to kill Ge Zhen, a soldier, directly, and everything goes well."

The occupation is uncertain. Now when the ground battle is at its most intense time, whether it is Basra or Nasirier, it is now the most critical moment of fierce fighting. If someone thrusts his feet at this time, the war will be full of variables.

Maybe Ge Zhen can't become the fuse, but what if he becomes the fuse?

But now all this is useless. The Tomahawk cruise missile has been launched. It will automatically fly forward and automatically make tactical avoidance. It will chase the car driven by Ge Zhen and then form a bombing.

"boom!--"

A deafening explosion sounded, and a ball of flame rushed from the ground toward the sky. It was a tomahawk cruise missile that hit the target and exploded.

The military Hummer became a piece of scrap iron during the explosion of the Tomahawk cruise missile. It was impossible to escape accurately position the attack.

In the distance, when Huo Yingyang was stunned when he saw the air raid here, he immediately added the accelerator to the extreme and drove away in a jeep.

When she arrived at the center of the explosion, the car stopped and she pushed open the car door and rushed out. Because she was too anxious, she fell to the ground when she got out of the car, and her chin hit a sharp stone, and blood was flowing.

But Huo Yingyang had no time to check his injuries. After getting up, he ran over and searched for Ge Zhen's remaining limbs. His eyes were full of self-blame and regret, and a hint of sadness.

It's gone, it's all gone.

The Hummer was blown up, the steel melted in the high temperature, leaving only a small lump, and the people inside must have been completely transformed at the moment of the explosion, including the hardest teeth and skulls.

This is called a place where death is without burial.

Huo Yingyang sat dejectedly on the ground, staring at the huge bomb crater formed by the explosion. Whether in his eyes or face, he was full of deep dismay.

Does she hate Ge Zhen? I hate it! Does she like Ge Zhen? I don’t like it!

But even if such a person she doesn't like and hates dies, her heart feels empty and uncomfortable, and even her nose starts to feel sore, and she has the urge to cry.

It shouldn't be. Huo Yingyang thinks he shouldn't have such emotions, but emotions are hard to explain, especially for someone.

In the distance, Ge Zhen, carrying a gun, clearly saw Huo Yingyang sitting on the ground in dismay, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"Bitch, I owe grass, puss!"

He spat hard, and he walked forward with a gun in his arms.

Destroying an eye is equivalent to destroying everything about him. It is good if Ge Zhen did not kill Huo Yingyang.

He said that he would force her once when he saw her, but now he has no energy. He wants to enter Nasirier and enter this meat minting field.

...

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

In the south of Nasirier, there were explosions everywhere, and there were coalition fighter jets in the sky, carrying out large-scale air strikes on the resistance Iraqi army, and the entire area was scorched earth.

The famous Blackwater mercenaries were responsible for the ground attacks, who were employed by the coalition forces to carry out the first round of attacks and occupations.

In addition to the Blackwater Mercenaries, there are other mercenaries who cooperate to carry out the attack.

According to Niya's information, Hu Hailang was sold to a mercenary group named Satan and became a war slave of the mercenary group.

What is a war slave? This is the name of the dark web, specifically referring to slaves used to fight, whose status is not even as good as cannon fodder.

This kind of war slave only exists in the mercenary world.

Mercenaries also need to take on their tasks based on their scale and specifications. For example, some difficult tasks, the financial owners will choose more famous mercenaries, while some large-scale tasks, such as this kind of war environment, will choose mercenary teams that reach a certain scale, and the number of people is particularly important.

What should I do if the scale is not reached? Some mercenary groups will reduce the conditions to recruit people to recharge, or buy them directly from the dark web to buy retired soldiers with combat skills.

After buying it, they are war slaves. They are cannon fodder under this kind of war, and their cannon fodder is these war slaves.

This is the power of the dark web. As long as you have some demand, you can definitely buy anything you want here, including war slave cannon fodder for war specialty.

At a corner of the battlefield, Hu Hailang leaned against the trench with a gun in his arms, picked up the kettle and drank a heavy drool.

His face was covered with smoke, his eyes were red, and his body was covered with spots of blood. I don’t know how long it took to fight.

"You performed very well." Satan's mercenary leader patted Hu Hailang on the shoulder and said, "We will not owe each other after this tough battle. Of course, you can choose to really join us. Although you bought it, I only believe in strength. After this battle, I will pay it off."

No mercenary group will treat war slaves too badly. The reason is very simple. These are charges and they must not be allowed to turn the gun around.

How to deal with this situation? You have to add honey to lie and let these people know that they owe their money, and they have to pay it back by fighting a war. As long as you pay it back, you can restore your freedom.

Of course, if you really have good strength, it would be nice to absorb it.

The price of war slaves is not expensive because of their uncertainty, so the price is cheap. It is not the size required to take on large tasks. Generally speaking, mercenary groups will not buy it.

"Stay." Hu Hailang stared at the other party and said, "Where can I go? There is no place to go... But after I really join you, I will get the same treatment as you."

"No problem." The mercenary commander laughed and said, "Satan welcomes you to join. If you don't die this time, you are one of us."

Hu Hailang nodded, raised his head and drank a big sip of water again.

"Chee—"

"boom!"

A violent explosion sounded, the entire position trembled, and the soil scattered and scattered.

"Charge! Charge!! Charge!!!" The mercenary in charge of communication shouted: "This is the fifth round, you must take it down, hurry up--"

The order was issued, and a group of mercenary soldiers carrying AK went out of the trenches and launched a charge to the Iraqi army base in front, including Hu Hailang.

"Da da da da da..."

"Puff puff puff..."

The warhead flew, hitting these war slaves, and instantly, blood and flesh flew everywhere, stacking another layer on the original corpse.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The mortar attacked, showing flaky killing, and ripped the body of the war slave.

"Can't rush up!" A war slave roared.

"Continue to rush, the enemy's firepower has weakened!"

"I can't rush, I can't rush up at all!"

A war slave turned around and ran back, but he was greeted by a deadly bullet.

"Bang!"

"puff!"

The war slave lay down on the ground, his chest was penetrated by a bullet.

They are cannon fodder, and they have to rush up even if they can't rush up even if they can't.

The coalition forces want to reduce casualties and mercenaries want to preserve their strength, and they will use the cannon fodder trick.
Chapter completed!