I want to be a warlord

Chapter 70 I will never get used to it, ever! (plus more)

The tablet is put down, and the battery of the drone is limited. In addition to the distance of flying back and forth, the drone has already begun to return.

The scene was silent and no one spoke.

George wanted to say something, but after seeing the faces of Jin Mao and Wang Zhen, he decisively chose to shut up.

Wang Zhen didn't know what to say. He had heard of a video of a terrorist beheading before, and he really didn't have a strong feeling for terrorists at that time.

But after seeing it with his own eyes, there was really a fire burning in his chest, and he was so impatient that he wished he could blow up all these people to death right now.

It's not a matter of blood or not, he just can't accept this kind of cruelty from the bottom of his heart, this kind of cold-blooded tyranny towards the same kind.

In the past, Wang Zhen actually didn't have a good impression of Lao Meizhen. Although public knowledge was rampant on the Huaxia Internet at this time, he was abroad and could see it clearly.

That's why he refused to become a U.S. citizen.

But at this moment, he has a certain degree of recognition for the old American government. In any case, it is never wrong to fight terrorists.

The most active in the world, the most invested money, the most powerful.

Don't mention any starting point, if there is no good person in the heart, just look at the result.

This group of people is fucking inhuman, and they should all be executed!

"Okay, don't pay attention, eat something, and there will be a war at night." The golden retriever stood up and patted his butt. After all, he has been in the Middle East for many years. Maybe he has seen more cruelty, and his ability to accept Much stronger than Wang Zhen.

"What the hell..." Wang Zhen bit his lip, he couldn't eat a fart!

"Just get used to it." The donkey patted Wang Zhen on the shoulder and comforted him.

"I'll never get used to it, forever!" Wang Zhen said with a cold face.

"They've always been like this, so they're terrorists," George whispered.

"Then kill them all." Wang Zhen snorted and stretched out his hands to lay heavily on George's chest, "But we will never take the initiative to attack innocent people, because we are not terrorists, we are PMCs, maybe we are not absolutely just, But we are definitely not evil!"

George pursed his lips, stepped back step by step, and didn't dare to say anything.

Bayonets, poets, shovels, everyone who passed by Wang Zhen patted him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. They couldn't express it so clearly, but this was what they wanted to say.

After that, everyone had no desire to speak, and were silently preparing.

Until it got dark, at 8:00, after an Isha prayer, most of the villagers went home, only a few terrorists were left on both sides of the main road and patrolling around several exits of the village.

It looked like a vigil, but Wang Zhen felt that it was more likely to prevent the people in the town from escaping.

He didn't believe that everyone in the village, especially those whose relatives died at the hands of terrorists, would become terrorists!
At 9:[-], everyone in the sickle team began to make the last preparations.

This time, in addition to the regular equipment, each person also carried an AN/PVS-14 third-generation low-light night vision device for individual soldiers.

Produced by L3 Company of the United States, it is a monocular observation night vision device that has been in service with the US military and NATO since 2000. The price is 3699 US dollars.

Now Wang Zhen is acting as an assaulter in the team, and the full set of equipment cost more than 1 US dollars. He still remembers that the golden retriever asked him if he wanted to equip an infrared night vision device. Wang Zhen's answer was arrogant, "Buy, You can’t treat yourself badly in a war, you only have one life, so of course you have to be armed!”

As a result, Wang Zhen turned around decisively when he learned that the purchase price of the old PAS13 US government contract was 17000 U.S. dollars, and the high-resolution detection element was 22000 U.S. dollars. For the environment, low-light night vision devices are enough, and the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea has nothing, so we won the battle, people, we must rely on ourselves!!"

Arrange the equipment, check the firearms, and after everything is done, the Golden Retriever gives an order, and let's go!

The vehicle turned off its lights and stopped when it was 2 kilometers away from the target.

In order not to alert the other party, the last section needs to be walked.

The poet and the shovel led ten people to set off respectively. Fortunately, these people were all selected veterans who had more contact with Americans and British and could understand English.

At 10:25, the three teams approached the predetermined position, and the drone took off again for the last reconnaissance.

"Rest on the spot for 5 minutes, start attacking at 10:[-], poet, shovel, prepare for the mortar design, adjust the shooting elements, target the main road, and the poet is in charge of the middle section!" Jinmao ordered.

No one here is a professional mortarer, of course, everyone has infantry training and knows how to use it all, including adjusting the shooting elements according to the distance.

This is not to say that this group of muscle sticks can do math at once. There is related software in the mobile phone, which can automatically calculate after inputting the conditions.

But that's all there is to it, it's impossible to point to where to hit.

At 10:30, the golden retriever ordered in a low voice, "Go forward."

With a wave of his hand, all the Iraqis behind him dispersed, and they stooped towards the village.

I don't know if it's because the heavens can't stand the terrorists, these non-human things. There is no moon tonight, and it is relatively dark. If you are more than 100 meters away in the wild, you can't see anything.

They are all veterans, and no one made a sound along the way. When the golden retriever reached around 100 meters, he raised his hand.

The golden retriever squatted on the ground and observed the direction of the village through the scope.

5 people, either sitting or standing, with two at the front and three at the back.

After waiting for less than a minute, a voice sounded in the channel, "The poet has arrived at the predetermined location."

"The shovel has arrived at the predetermined position."

"Get ready." Wang Zhen squatted on the ground and began to aim.

"beat!"

"Da da" "Da da" "Da da" "Da da"

Rapid bursts of fire sounded from three sides, and the dense gunfire broke the tranquility of the night.

In the scope, the target sitting on the wall only trembled, no blood could be seen, and the person fell sideways to the ground.

"One!" Wang Zhen silently calculated in his heart.

Aiming, killing, adjusting the muzzle of the gun, and looking through the scope, Wang Zhen clearly saw the man standing next to the wall shrinking his neck reflexively, bowing, kicking the ground, and fleeing in one go.

They were all old terrorists, they would never be in a daze when they heard gunshots, let alone look around, and then be shot dead on the spot like a stupid roe deer.

But this is not a problem for Wang Zhen, who is hot-headed and hot-blooded. Quickly fine-tune the muzzle of the gun, within a hundred meters, there is no need to shoot any advance, "da da"

With a short burst, the man rolled and jumped out of the sight.

"two!"

Get rid of violence and peace, do justice for the heavens, and send these evil spirits to hell!

Wang Zhen, I want to kill myself!
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