I want to be a warlord

Chapter 317 Revenge from Wang Zhen!
"Stop, what are you doing!"

"Stop, don't move, raise your hands!" Two militiamen patrolling within 2 kilometers of the factory under construction saw two unknown people, and immediately drove up to them, yelling from a distance of tens of meters.

At the same time, the gun was on the shoulder, and five AKMs pointed firmly at it.

The two Iraqis in robes looked at each other, and fumbled their hands into the robes, but before they could draw out their guns, they heard a shout, "Fire!"

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

Intensive gunshots sounded, and after aiming for a long time, five guns fired from different angles at the same time, only more than 30 meters away, without any cover, and there was no possibility of missing.

The metal storm swept wildly around a point, and a few blood flowers popped out from the bodies of the two robes, and the people trembled and staggered back.

The middle bullet of the M43 hit the unarmored flesh, and after the bullet penetrated into the body, it began to change its direction obliquely upwards, creating a cavity the size of a baby's fist in the body, with rotten flesh and internal organs , A hole about 5 cm in diameter was made in the back.

The blood splashed more than one meter away and landed on the khaki Gobi Desert.

The two robed men staggered back two steps, tilted their bodies, and fell to the ground with their heads up.

At the last moment, the two opened their mouths to say something, but they couldn't make any sound. They could only use their last breath to pull the pull ring on their bodies.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two huge explosions sounded, and in the flames, the stumped limbs and arms were accompanied by blood and bones all over the sky, blooming like blood-colored flowers in full bloom.

At the same time as the explosion sounded, the five militiamen fell to the ground immediately, raised their heads, and stared at the explosion scene until the smoke and dust cleared, and the five people stood up one after another.

"These bloody lunatics!"

"They can't go to heaven, they can only go to hell!"

After cursing a few words, I went up to check. There was no dead body, only stumps scattered within a radius of 10 meters.

Shaking his head, there is no need to collect the corpses. Within a day, the rotten meat will be eaten by animals on the Gobi Desert.

For two days in a row, three waves of terrorists who were about to explode were killed, and the news was gathered to Wang Zhen, which made Wang Zhen's face extremely ugly.

"Damn, I really think I'm easy to bully, don't you!" Wang Zhen walked around the room with a dark face.

"You son of a bitch, do you think that you are the only ones who can play this trick, do you think that I can't cure you!"

"I'm not fucking that bunch of trash from the Iraqi government army!" He said, looking up at Faisal.

"The Democratic Peace Party withdrew from Tikrit, but don't tell me you have no power in Tikrit?" Wang Zhen asked with a gloomy face.

"Yes, of course!" Feisal said with a serious face: "Where is my hometown, although it is true that the loss is not small, but when we withdrew, we have transferred all our power underground, and there are still people active. Especially after our strength has been expanded several times recently, there are now no fewer than 100 party members, and with the addition of their respective reserve members who secretly developed, there are still several hundred people."

"Prophet, what is the arrangement, are you going to start a counterattack!"

"Counterattack, we must counterattack!" Wang Zhen snorted, "But if we don't take big action, doing it now will only make us lose strength, let them mobilize their manpower, check for me, check where there are terrorists gathering in Tikrit At this point, are there any important figures of terrorists, that is the capital of Salahuddin, and the terrorists must have deployed a large number of people here."

"Isn't it just an attack, come on, who is afraid of whom!"

"Assassination, it's not that I look down on terrorists, they're too fucking young!"

"The places where ordinary terrorists often operate, as long as you pay more attention to the situation on the streets, you can grasp it."

"Then monitor the distribution points of these terrorists. If there is a place where terrorists go to every distribution point, then there must be a relatively important person in charge of this area living here."

"Let them collect information. Recently, which area was suddenly blocked or strictly guarded by terrorists. This kind of place must have a big shot."

"I told you before that in a city, we must first develop those staff who are responsible for garbage disposal, those who are responsible for dredging the city's sewers, and those who are responsible for the agricultural and sideline product market. Are there any priorities?" Wang Zhen looked at Feisal .

"Yes, of course." Feisal nodded, and he always put the prophet's orders first.

"These big figures of the terrorists don't look low-key externally, but they live luxuriously internally. Although they blockade an area, the garbage trucks will definitely put it in. Let them pay attention to where the garbage has suddenly increased. ,"

"Let those who make agricultural and sideline products also pay attention to where there is a sudden increase in the demand for grain and meat. Based on the amount and purchase time, they can estimate how many people will be extra..."

Wang Zhen explained to Feisal how to use the information brought by these bottom-level people to determine where a large number of terrorists gathered, whether there were important people, and where.

Fearing that he might not be able to remember, Feisal picked up a pen and jotted it down quickly.

On the side, the donkey looked at Jin Mao and asked in a low voice, "You, special forces, captain, do you know this?"

"I really know what these are for!"

"Our food delivery guy knows it!"

The poet glanced at Wang Zhen who was approaching quietly, held back his laughter, and asked in a low voice, "So, donkey, what do you want to say?"

The donkey stroked his chin, "I doubt it, no, yes, the purpose of our food delivery must have been impure, he must have used the opportunity of food delivery to conduct investigations, sort out, and finally select a suitable target , and then carry out... burglary or robbery!"

The corner of Wang Zhen's mouth twitched.

"Why do you think so?" asked the poet solemnly.

"Isn't that a certainty? No serious person would think about how to use the opportunity of garbage collection to judge a household's living standard and how many people live in it!" The donkey snorted, with a determined expression on his face. "I bet, if you look through the case files of the police station over there, you will definitely find that in many cases of theft and robbery, you have had the experience of ordering food from them."

"Didn't you guys see how he killed people with such agility, steady hands, steady heart, fast and standard movements, definitely not the first time he did it!"

"Ahem, well, I'll go to the bathroom first." After the poet finished asking, he stood up and made room for Wang Zhen.

"I'll let you be sure! I'll let you investigate! I'll let you touch the donkey!" Wang Zhen locked the donkey's neck from behind, patted the donkey's head with his left hand, and asked while patting, "What the hell did I ask you to decide?" Takeaway, let your hands and mind be safe..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." the donkey was choked from the throat, lying on the sofa and struggling, pointing at the poet who was standing aside watching the excitement, with regretful and fierce eyes: Damn, you cultural scum, gentle beast, you have too much heart Damn dirty!
Help!

Help!
Golden Retriever!

The donkey waved its arms, its head buzzing from the beating.

……

After all, it was the birthplace of the Democratic Peace Party, and it was engaged in big-character posters and underground propaganda activities. After Feisal gave the order to the person in charge there, a large amount of information was passed on one after another.

At the same time, Wang Zhen brought the monitor, Jaeger, the poet, Guo Jingyun, and Lao Liu to Hazimiyah, a small town more than 20 kilometers southwest of Tikrit.

About a year ago, Tariq Aziz, the son of the Aziz family who was in Samarra and wanted to wrestle with Faisal, was sent here to develop.

Needless to say, there is family support after all. Although it is certainly not as fast as it was in Samarra, it is okay to mix in Hazimiyah.

This time, Wang Zhen and the others arrived in Hazimiye, and he was the one who picked them up.

Wang Zhen is going to turn around and tell Feisal that the young man is so capable, he should be trained more, exercise more, and send him to the most difficult place!
Tariq Aziz: I don't know if I should say MMP or not.

At night, rest.

Wang Zhen looked at the information sent by Feisal, which was a detailed map of Tikrit.

The map comes from the CIA, and the satellite shoots a 3D map with extremely high accuracy.

On the map, some points are specially marked, and the green ones are the patrol points of low-level terrorists.

Blue is the branch of the terrorists in the area, and it can be called a gathering place.

Red is the residence of relatively important people.

The red question mark is unidentified, but it is suspected that a terrorist figure has lived here recently.

"No, what are you doing with me for a terrorist attack?" Old Liu looked constipated.

Men, they all yearn for the battlefield, to experience what is called a storm of iron and blood amidst the flying gunfire, and the friendship of comrades in arms that depend on life and death...

But this is all in literary works and dreams!

If you really push an untrained person onto the battlefield, then he will let you know what Ye Gong is a good dragon.

"We need your technical support." Wang Zhen said with a smile: "The ghost knows what the target is this time. The drone may need to be modified at any time. Of course, we can only catch you."

"Here...uh...is it dangerous? What about Aziz? I heard what you mean and dealt with him before?" Old Liu frowned, "You dare to come here like this, what should I do if someone retaliates against you?"

"Send the message that you're here to Ace..."

"Then his whole family is doomed!" Wang Zhen snorted, "Do you think he is a loner, dragged down by the huge family behind him, since he jumped into us, ah bah, he is in the pit of the Democratic Peace Party and wants to quit? "

"Now I tell him to go east, but he dare not go west, and I tell him to chase dogs, but he dare not catch chickens!" Wang Zhen said with a sneer.

The expression on Lao Liu's face was stiff. If you say that, why do I feel like I have jumped into this pit too?

Seeing Lao Liu's appearance, Wang Zhen said with a smile: "What are you thinking, we are our own people, where is there any fire pit, am I, Wang Zhen, that kind of person!"

Lao Liu: What do you do if you say that, I am even more afraid!
(End of this chapter)