Chapter 4510
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With the criminals killed, the psychological pressure can be imagined.
No. 19 is even in the blood pool with the elbow of the walking gun. The blood permeates the camouflage cloth. No. 19 can feel how thick and sticky the blood is.
Each of the 30 "interns" in the village has its own combat positions, completing the surrounding area and providing cover and support for the comrades in-depth combat clearance.
No. 26, No. 18 and No. 16 were in the field with the most concentrated firepower. Xia Jinyuan, who had led the troops to support him, fell like water and killed him directly. The three interns who fought with him were beating like a drum, fighting bravely and bravely, and the fear before the Vietnam War was gone.
"No. 18, direction!"
In the headset, his voice was covered with cold and sharp breath. He asked the 18th to tell him the direction immediately.
"What about the other three?" Xia Jinyuan asked again.
He had no way to contact Ye Jian, white crane and weaver bird. He could only learn from them on the 18th.
"No. 26 replied," Bluebird solved two firepower points and covered weaver and white crane. After I, No. 18 and No. 16 were killed, although the firepower is dense at present, it is within the controllable range. "
Knowing that they were going abroad for the first time, Ye Jian and the three of them didn't dare to let them go together. They just need to guard the rear. Don't let the three of them lose their backs, so that the lawbreakers can take advantage of it.
Xia Jinyuan saw the next direction, the heart slightly certain, not far away.
There are continuous gunshots echoing in the sky. Veterans of snow field brigade with rich combat experience force all lawbreakers to one direction, away from the safe area.
Mobile warfare in other countries is a major event, especially when it is completed without the knowledge of other countries, it must be solved as soon as possible.
Xia Jinyuan, G3 and K7 were killed from the left side. On the right side, interns made a strong attack and rammed into the mud house where the leader who had not been seen so far was.
In the mud hut, a leader with a small black hat and local traditional clothes, about 40 years old, sat on a luxuriant wool felt blanket, listening to the dense gunfire outside, his eyes closed and his face was not a bit flustered.
He kept talking and didn't know what to say. He knelt down in front of the lawbreakers who also wore the traditional costume of the kingdom of Sistan, and talked with him.
When the gunfire became more and more fierce, the sitting leader raised his hand, his voice seemed to come out of a cold old well, with a gloomy coolness, "go, our warrior."
Kneeling on their knees, the two men crawled again, as if they had completed any baptism, which was obviously a solemn action, but they had a cold and shivering rage.
When they got up, there was a flash of red in their broad traditional clothes. It was a suicide bomb.
They got up and went out. Instead of going out, they went to a bungalow. They didn't come out until they got in.
This is a house with a sharp roof and a round dome. Although the walls are mottled and flaking, they are full of holes, but it is the largest private house in the whole village. There are high walls around it. People outside can't see the inside, and people inside can't see the outside.
The four walls are guarded. Because they occupy the high wall, the shooting from top to bottom makes the attacking Ye Jian appear to be a little laborious. They have not broken through several strong attacks. Now the support arrives, and the three of them can stay away.
"Have a rest, brothers."
Weaver sparrow lies beside Ye Jian. He raises his hand and wipes his sweat. He wears short sleeves and his arms are also sweaty. However, the more he wipes, the more he wipes. Finally, he simply lifts up the hem to show his strong waist and wipes his sweat.
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With the criminals killed, the psychological pressure can be imagined.
No. 19 is even in the blood pool with the elbow of the walking gun. The blood permeates the camouflage cloth. No. 19 can feel how thick and sticky the blood is.
Each of the 30 "interns" in the village has its own combat positions, completing the surrounding area and providing cover and support for the comrades in-depth combat clearance.
No. 26, No. 18 and No. 16 were in the field with the most concentrated firepower. Xia Jinyuan, who had led the troops to support him, fell like water and killed him directly. The three interns who fought with him were beating like a drum, fighting bravely and bravely, and the fear before the Vietnam War was gone.
"No. 18, direction!"
In the headset, his voice was covered with cold and sharp breath. He asked the 18th to tell him the direction immediately.
"What about the other three?" Xia Jinyuan asked again.
He had no way to contact Ye Jian, white crane and weaver bird. He could only learn from them on the 18th.
"No. 26 replied," Bluebird solved two firepower points and covered weaver and white crane. After I, No. 18 and No. 16 were killed, although the firepower is dense at present, it is within the controllable range. "
Knowing that they were going abroad for the first time, Ye Jian and the three of them didn't dare to let them go together. They just need to guard the rear. Don't let the three of them lose their backs, so that the lawbreakers can take advantage of it.
Xia Jinyuan saw the next direction, the heart slightly certain, not far away.
There are continuous gunshots echoing in the sky. Veterans of snow field brigade with rich combat experience force all lawbreakers to one direction, away from the safe area.
Mobile warfare in other countries is a major event, especially when it is completed without the knowledge of other countries, it must be solved as soon as possible.
Xia Jinyuan, G3 and K7 were killed from the left side. On the right side, interns made a strong attack and rammed into the mud house where the leader who had not been seen so far was.
In the mud hut, a leader with a small black hat and local traditional clothes, about 40 years old, sat on a luxuriant wool felt blanket, listening to the dense gunfire outside, his eyes closed and his face was not a bit flustered.
He kept talking and didn't know what to say. He knelt down in front of the lawbreakers who also wore the traditional costume of the kingdom of Sistan, and talked with him.
When the gunfire became more and more fierce, the sitting leader raised his hand, his voice seemed to come out of a cold old well, with a gloomy coolness, "go, our warrior."
Kneeling on their knees, the two men crawled again, as if they had completed any baptism, which was obviously a solemn action, but they had a cold and shivering rage.
When they got up, there was a flash of red in their broad traditional clothes. It was a suicide bomb.
They got up and went out. Instead of going out, they went to a bungalow. They didn't come out until they got in.
This is a house with a sharp roof and a round dome. Although the walls are mottled and flaking, they are full of holes, but it is the largest private house in the whole village. There are high walls around it. People outside can't see the inside, and people inside can't see the outside.
The four walls are guarded. Because they occupy the high wall, the shooting from top to bottom makes the attacking Ye Jian appear to be a little laborious. They have not broken through several strong attacks. Now the support arrives, and the three of them can stay away.
"Have a rest, brothers."
Weaver sparrow lies beside Ye Jian. He raises his hand and wipes his sweat. He wears short sleeves and his arms are also sweaty. However, the more he wipes, the more he wipes. Finally, he simply lifts up the hem to show his strong waist and wipes his sweat.
With the criminals killed, the psychological pressure can be imagined. No. 19 is even in the blood pool with the elbow of the walking gun. The blood permeates the camouflage cloth. No. 19 can feel how thick and sticky the blood is. Each of the 30 "interns" in the village has its own combat positions, completing the surrounding area and providing cover and support for the comrades in-depth combat clearance. No. 26, No. 18 and No. 16 were in the field with the most concentrated firepower. Xia Jinyuan, who had led the troops to support him, fell like water and killed him directly. The three interns who fought with him were beating like a drum, fighting bravely and bravely, and the fear before the Vietnam War was gone. "No. 18, direction!" In the headset, his voice was covered with cold and sharp breath. He asked the 18th to tell him the direction immediately. "What about the other three?" Xia Jinyuan asked again. He had no way to contact Ye Jian, white crane and weaver bird. He could only learn from them on the 18th. "No. 26 replied," Bluebird solved two firepower points and covered weaver and white crane. After I, No. 18 and No. 16 were killed, although the firepower is dense at present, it is within the controllable range. " Knowing that they were going abroad for the first time, Ye Jian and the three of them didn't dare to let them go together. They just need to guard the rear. Don't let the three of them lose their backs, so that the lawbreakers can take advantage of it. Xia Jinyuan saw the next direction, the heart slightly certain, not far away. There are continuous gunshots echoing in the sky. Veterans of snow field brigade with rich combat experience force all lawbreakers to one direction, away from the safe area. Mobile warfare in other countries is a major event, especially when it is completed without the knowledge of other countries, it must be solved as soon as possible. Xia Jinyuan, G3 and K7 were killed from the left side. On the right side, interns made a strong attack and rammed into the mud house where the leader who had not been seen so far was. In the mud hut, a leader with a small black hat and local traditional clothes, about 40 years old, sat on a luxuriant wool felt blanket, listening to the dense gunfire outside, his eyes closed and his face was not a bit flustered. He kept talking and didn't know what to say. He knelt down in front of the lawbreakers who also wore the traditional costume of the kingdom of Sistan, and talked with him. When the gunfire became more and more fierce, the sitting leader raised his hand, his voice seemed to come out of a cold old well, with a gloomy coolness, "go, our warrior." Kneeling on their knees, the two men crawled again, as if they had completed any baptism, which was obviously a solemn action, but they had a cold and shivering rage. When they got up, there was a flash of red in their broad traditional clothes. It was a suicide bomb. They got up and went out. Instead of going out, they went to a bungalow. They didn't come out until they got in. This is a house with a sharp roof and a round dome. Although the walls are mottled and flaking, they are full of holes, but it is the largest private house in the whole village. There are high walls around it. People outside can't see the inside, and people inside can't see the outside. The four walls are guarded. Because they occupy the high wall, the shooting from top to bottom makes the attacking Ye Jian appear to be a little laborious. They have not broken through several strong attacks. Now the support arrives, and the three of them can stay away. "Have a rest, brothers." Weaver sparrow lies beside Ye Jian. He raises his hand and wipes his sweat. He wears short sleeves and his arms are also sweaty. However, the more he wipes, the more he wipes. Finally, he simply lifts up the hem to show his strong waist and wipes his sweat.
