Battlefield Contract Worker

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The Russian army's convoy of four armored vehicles drove out of the Latakia base and drove towards the agreed location. Colonel Seedorf personally led the team, and more than 20 heavily armed Russian special forces escorted Faisal and set off.

"You're almost free, but you don't seem too happy." Seedorf looked at Faisal.

Faisal's face was lifeless, probably because he was too scared, or because he was beaten during captivity and interrogation.

He struggled to raise his head and said with difficulty, "I won't be too happy until you end your brutal interference in our country and get out of Syria. And I know you're going to kill me. You'll never let me. Leave alive. I know what you think, I know. You are a cruel Russian executioner."

"Unfortunately, we are here to fight international terrorism, and we are people like you. We won't leave until you die." Colonel Seedorf smiled.

"Unless you can kill everyone, your so-called counter-terrorism will never succeed." Faisal grinned.

"We will, when necessary, we will," Colonel Seedorf said lightly.

The convoy continued to drive and had entered the rubble of the suburbs.

"It's right here, a few months ago, you were still ruling the king, what about now? It's nothing more than throwing away countless corpses and fleeing." Seedorf sighed, "In the past week, our fighters have completed the battle. 157 sorties were flown, and 579 targets of terrorist groups in Syria were struck. Such scenes will continue until you are completely eliminated. No one can scare the Russian nation.”

"So you, like the Americans, are executioners. So many villages have been bombed, so many schools and hospitals have been destroyed, and how many have been killed and wounded are innocent civilians, not soldiers, just civilians. Just like me before , and in the end you forced us to become warriors." Faisal gritted his teeth.

"You didn't kill people? God, you extremists are pure? It's funny! This is a battlefield. There are no good people here, and no bad people. There are only living and dead people." Seedorf sneered. "Win the king or lose the bandit, that's all."

Just as he was sneering and sneering, there was a sudden turn of the world, and a huge explosion tumbled along with the shock of the distance. Smashed everyone in the car into a ball! "What's going on?!" Seedorf shouted sharply after barely standing.

"We've been attacked, Colonel. It's an extremist roadside bomb! God, I've never seen such a powerful bomb." A signal flag commando climbed out of the car and looked at the whole overturned front. Infantry fighting vehicle bmp-3 infantry fighting vehicle, stunned. Because the car was bombed horribly, the track was blown into several sections, and the site was severely damaged.

Several crew members climbed out of the chariot covered in blood, and the explosion vortex penetrated the body of the vehicle, and most of the people inside were greatly injured.

"Cover them! Send the wounded to the back and pay attention to your surroundings!" Colonel Seedorf shouted in exasperation.

"Colonel, the engine is damaged and the armored vehicle can't move!" The driver immediately reported.

"Get out, you guys are protecting the prisoners!" Colonel Seedorf gritted his teeth. "The cars behind are not damaged. Escort the prisoners to those two cars. Be careful, they may be around."

Before he could finish his words, there was another huge explosion. A building collapsed behind them, smashing to the ground heavily, and the dust engulfed the sky.

"Damn, they blocked our retreat!" Seedorf's expression changed. He knew that these people had stepped into each other's traps. The infantry fighting vehicles that cleared the way in front were destroyed, and the way was blocked by the collapsed building in the back. This shows that the other party wants to be trapped in their own people.

Seedorf was not surprised, and immediately ordered, "Go with two people and occupy the commanding heights on the left. Drive the No. 2 car to the right and strengthen the defense line!"

The most prominent feature of the Russian bmp-3 infantry fighting vehicle is its powerful firepower system: 1 2a70 100mm artillery, 1 2a72 30mm cannon and 3 7.62mm machine guns, which can be regarded as "super luxurious" weapon system.

This configuration has completely surpassed the firepower of medium tanks or main battle tanks in the 1950s and 1960s.

And there are 5 shooting holes on the bmp-3 infantry fighting vehicle, 2 on each side and 1 on the left rear door. In addition to fixed weapons, there are 2 portable light machine guns and 6 ak-74 5.45mm automatic rifles used by the crew. Relying on chariots to fight, the firepower is very powerful. Totally a battle fortress.

Seedorf knew that his attackers should have no heavy weapons, otherwise they would not need to rely on such simple roadside bombs. As long as the defense lines are deployed quickly and the defense and firepower of the chariots are used, they still have the power to fight. Not to mention that with a little delay, other backup troops will arrive.

Because it is too close to the Latakia Air Force Base, the explosions just now can be heard at the base. These extremist armed forces are either really stupid or really desperate. How dare you set up an ambush in this area!

Seedorf sneered and continued to give orders. But they stood by, and the militants who attacked them did not show up. Wasn't this a raid, just an accidental roadside bomb? Seedorf was a little strange~www.readwn.com~ It seemed that he heard the sound of a fire truck coming from a distance, but the collapsed debris completely blocked the road, and they seemed unable to drive. He can only start to open the fire hydrant from a long distance, and spray water to the location of the explosion just now.

"Those stupid Syrians." Seedorf shook his head and roared a little sullenly, "Stop spraying, there's no fire here."

As soon as he said a word, his face suddenly changed, and he smelled a pungent smell of gasoline. Did the car's fuel tank leak? No, why does it taste so good?

Seedorf looked at his sleeves that were wet with the water mist sprayed by the fire hose just now, and suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and roared in panic, "Be careful, they are not spraying water, but gasoline!"

"That's right." A firefighter in the distance shrugged, "How do you feel?"

Seedorf turned to look at the other players. Many of them were soaking wet and their feet were standing on the ground full of gasoline. Everyone's faces are extremely ugly, and everyone knows what it means, as long as there is a little spark floating by. This entire blocked block will become a sea of ​​fire in an instant. All the people here will be burned into coke, and no one will be spared.

Everyone's heart felt like a huge boulder was pressed against it, so heavy that it was heartbreaking. Opposite is a terrifying fire brigade. Their fire trucks are not spraying water, but a lot of gasoline. They are not trying to put out fires, but to set fires.

Even Seedorf, who was used to seeing big scenes, had to admit that he was stunned. Under the current circumstances, absolutely none of his soldiers dared to shoot. It's true that they are special forces soldiers, but they are not outlaws. At this concentration of gasoline, a little muzzle flame is enough to give everything, and no one wants to do it. ～～7k～～

(Sikushu)