I want to be a warlord

Chapter 69: How Terrorists Do It
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The village is indeed small, with less than a hundred households. There is only one main road, not many winding alleys, and there is a mosque in a small square in the middle.

It's around 5 pm now, maybe it's just past the festival time, and there are no people on the street. Through the observation of drones, there are only a dozen people in white robes and holding guns strolling on the street.

These terrorists have very strict requirements. They have to go to the mosque to pray five times a day, and the prayer ceremony is the third time, around 5 o'clock.

Looking at the screen on the tablet, Jin Mao stroked his chin and said, "It's a very ordinary village with no defensive facilities, and there are many directions to attack."

When it comes to how to arrange the tactics, the golden retriever must have the final say.

"Are you sure there are only about 100 people?" Golden Retriever asked George.

"Basically sure, but we don't have any informants among them, and this group of people hasn't been around for a long time, so I can't give you accurate information." George thought for a while and said, "But you have to make other plans. During this period of time, they should have recruited many local people to join, and it is not difficult to use the AK, and they learned it in an hour."

Golden Retriever: "..."

This is what terrorists hate the most.

"Attack in three directions from, here, here, and here, give them the road and let them run." Golden Retriever thought for a while, and tapped his finger on the map, "Our main goal is to drive them out from here. "

The golden retriever didn't mention John's killing or anything at all, and he clearly distinguished the priorities.

Wai Sanjue, Wang Zhen immediately thought of such a word, Golden Retriever may not understand this allusion, but he definitely has rich practical experience.

"We only have 50 people. If we are divided into three groups, will the firepower be too scattered and be discovered?" Wang Zhen asked without understanding.

"It's okay, there are mortars, so they can't help but ignore them." The golden retriever affirmed: "Don't keep your hands after you shoot in, but anyone who has a weapon in his hand will be killed, regardless of gender or age."

"I understand." Wang Zhen replied in a low voice.

"Let's do this for now, and we'll talk about the rest later." As he said that, Jin Mao looked at Wang Zhen, "You will...forget it."

Wang Zhen:? ? ?
"The poet and the shovel, you two lead a group of 10 people, attack from these two directions, control the firepower, especially the mortar, don't let them fight randomly."

"Understood." "OK!"

"Wang, donkey, bayonet, you follow me, 30 people, we are the main offensive team."

"Don't you need a reserve team?" Wang Zhen was puzzled. Didn't he say that they would stay in the war?

"There are only 50 people in total, what kind of reserve team do you want!"

"Uh...Okay." Wang Zhen scratched his head, "What time do we attack?"

"After 10 o'clock."

"I have a suggestion." George thought for a while and raised his hand.

"Tell me." The golden retriever looked over.

"Why not attack when they are praying? They will all gather in the square to pray. At this time, bombing with mortars can solve most of the problems."

"Do your job well!" The golden retriever didn't even bother to answer this question.

It's not you who did the emotional work, you don't need to bear the psychological pressure for the massacre, right?
Even in areas controlled by terrorists, not everyone is a terrorist. Most people are normal people who can be saved. They are mercenaries, not murderers.

It is said that the relationship between the Wujiao Building and the CIA is not good, and the front-line combatants hate these second-line fighters the most. It is easy to mess with Falk by saying anything.

Once the scythe team dares to do this, they will be finished when the news spreads.

After the matter settled down, the Golden Retriever asked everyone to take time to rest and conserve energy, but they did not include themselves.

George will send the drone out for a circle every half an hour. The Golden Retriever wants to check the situation over there and see if there is any change.

At 6:30, dinner began at the camp.

The US military’s individual rations were okay for the first time, but after the third time, Wang Zhen couldn’t stand it anymore. He put down the can and sighed. It’s time to show his strengths and let people know what a foodie empire is!
When I go back, I will ask someone if I can buy seven or eight pots here in Baghdad. The finely ground beef is boiled with bean paste and chili sesame oil, and the spicy beef sauce is boiled!
Fry some oil tea noodles...

Hiss, I can't think about it, the corners of my mouth can't help but shed tears!

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard an exclamation, and Wang Zhen quickly turned his head to look, it was Jin Mao's side.

Randomly pouring something into his mouth, Wang Zhen patted his buttocks and ran over, "What's wrong?"

No one answered him, they were all staring at the screen, Wang Zhen squeezed over to take a look, and immediately frowned.

It was the time of the evening ceremony, and the terrorists relied on religion as a link, so they naturally attached great importance to it. The whole village gathered in the small square.

Through the footage of the drone, I saw three men and women being escorted out.

The picture is zoomed in, one man looks like a foreigner, and the two women look like Middle Easterners.

"What is this for?" Wang Zhen asked hastily, trembling in his heart.

"It should be to execute them publicly." George whispered.

Wang Zhen's eyes widened! ! !

Many things, you have heard, are two completely different concepts from watching videos, and watching videos and watching live broadcasts are completely different concepts.

Five men with guns escorted the three of them to the front of the square, and a man started talking loudly with a loudspeaker. After a few words, many people responded and became agitated.

Then Wang Zhen saw the man put down the loudspeaker, drew a knife from his waist, turned around, and slashed at the man with the knife.

Blood splattered, screams sounded, the man wanted to run, but was shot in the thigh by a man behind him, and immediately fell down.

The beheading man wiped his face, walked up to a woman, raised his hand, and slashed down without hesitation, without the slightest hesitation in his movements.

The other woman was already frightened and knelt down on the ground, covering her face and weeping bitterly. The man raised his knife again and slashed at the woman's back.

In the high-definition picture, it is clear that the black robe has been cut, the flesh and blood are rolled up, and the blood is splashing on the ground.

Watching this scene, Wang Zhen gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.

The man said something again, and then he started waving his hands, and more than [-] men came out of the crowd, throwing down knives.

A group of people surrounded a man and two women, while chanting something, they chopped it down with their hands.

waving arms...

The bright knife light...

scream...

blood...

Intertwined in the light of the setting sun.

At the beginning, they still turned their heads sideways and their arms trembled. When they got to the back, some looked at their 'masterpieces', and some shouted loudly.

Like crazy!

Until the screams were completely over and the crowd dispersed. On the screen, the corpse could barely be seen as a human being, and the square was completely stained red with blood.

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