Firepower is king

A loud noise frightened Yadlev, who was lying undressed, and jumped out of bed.

With the professional sensitivity of an arms dealer, Yadlev's first reaction was to be attacked.

But before Yadlev could regain his consciousness, he heard a series of explosions.

"Rockets, rockets!"

An Iraqi jumped up. He held his rifle and said in extreme panic: "I am too familiar with this explosion sound. This sound is a 70mm rocket!"

"what happened?"

"Rush out and get out of here!"

The room was very messy. There were seven people here. Except for Yadlev, who slept on a small bed, the others were lying directly on the carpet.

From receiving the news from the informant in the morning, urgently preparing manpower, keeping an eye on the convoy of that bastard Salah, looking for a suitable place to set up an ambush near Erbach, and then successfully snatching his own goods back, there are many more For one thing, everything went smoothly today.

However, everything went smoothly during the operation, but people always need to eat and rest. Before the delivery location of the goods was determined, Yadlev could only come to Mosul to repair for one night.

This foothold was carefully selected. This is the territory of Yadlev's partners. Safety can be guaranteed and it is very hidden. There will be no danger in a short rest here, even if you stay for a few more days. any problem.

Yadlev never believed that Salah could find this place. Even if he did find it, he would not be able to snatch the goods back.

After several years of repeated battles with Al-Ass, many armed organizations have emerged in Mosul, both large and small. Although this is an area controlled by one of the small forces, its relationship with the Iraqi Defense Forces It's okay, and it's not the target of the Americans. Just Salah, even if he knew he was here, he couldn't do anything.

But Yadlev was a very cautious person, so he would not be careless. After snatching the goods back, he still let his bodyguards sleep in the same room with him.

In addition, there were more than 120 people, 30 of whom were guarding the car. Even eating came in turns. Yadlev did not believe that Salah could snatch the goods back.

Yadlev didn't believe that Salah dared to snatch the goods back.

But what's going on with the explosion now? It's so dense and so accurate. Why is it like this?

Yadlev was not afraid, he was just very confused.

The house suddenly shook and dust fell. The Iraqi who had been fighting with the Americans for many years shouted at the top of his lungs: "Helicopters, the Americans are coming, get out of here quickly!"

Yadlev didn't think much of the Iraqis. In his opinion, the Iraqis didn't understand what war was. However, this Iraqi had indeed fought for many years and performed well. Only then did he put that The Iraqis stayed behind, but they just suffered a blow now, so why did they lie like this?

Yadlev walked to the window, opened the curtains, and then watched a sudden flash of fire in the house in front of him, followed by a loud bang.

The sight was not good in the dark night, but Yadlev's heart sank when he saw the house full of his own people starting to burst into flames.

"This is a missile, this is definitely an anti-tank missile! I have been bombed by Americans four times, four times!"

The Iraqi was still shouting, his voice full of panic, and then he said in a pleading tone: "Let's go quickly, let's go quickly!"

"Why panic!"

The one who scolded Yadlev was Yadlev's bodyguard. He had been with Yadlev for many years and was a real warrior, unlike those Iraqis.

"Boss, you can't go out. You will die faster if you leave the protection of the building. Let's go into the basement."

Yadlev nodded. Before he could speak, he heard the explosions suddenly intensify.

That was the sound of a machine gun. The sound of the explosion of 30mm artillery shells was very special. The explosion was not very powerful, but it was extremely dense and easy to distinguish.

"Into the basement!"

Pulling back the carpet and pulling up a wooden board, Yadlev was the first to walk into the basement alley.

This wasn't Yadlev's first time staying here, so he knew exactly what he should do.

Yadlev put on the night vision goggles, held the walkie-talkie in his left hand, and took out the satellite phone in his right hand. He first said into the walkie-talkie: "Don't panic..."

The sudden scream made Yadlev panic. When he told others not to panic, he panicked first because the scream was so close, as if he was right next to him.

Yadlev quickly rushed to the observation port of the basement. He stepped on a wooden ladder and brought his head close to the observation port. He saw four people falling in front of him. One of them was not dead, but his entire lower body was blown to pieces. It crawled hard on the ground and let out a terrifying roar.

What happened, what happened?

Yadlev saw a man jumping out of the truck bed and running quickly towards the house where he was, but he was fine even if he ran far away.

Maybe the helicopter didn't spot him? Or have you run out of ammunition?

"Run, hurry up! Hurry up, hurry up..."

Several people were standing behind the observation port. They were cheering for their companion. Although they knew he couldn't hear him, if he could run back, it meant there was still a chance to escape.

Seeing that the man who jumped out of the truck was approaching, it seemed that he could really escape, but a series of shells suddenly exploded around him.

Continuous and dense, for a moment, Yadlev could not see anything.

"Dry!"

"Suka BuLei!"

"asshole!"

The curses continued, and there was silence outside again, but soon, the smoke dissipated, and Yadlev was shocked to find that the man was not dead.

He stood up, and although he staggered a little, he did start running again.

"If you have a chance, run faster!"

"Run!"

Yadlev couldn't help shouting, and then, the sudden explosion stung his eyes.

Four consecutive explosions were much more powerful. Yadlev subconsciously shrank his head, and then he cursed angrily: "Is this necessary? Four rockets..."

Before he finished speaking, there was another loud noise, which shook the whole basement.

The basement was quiet. In order to kill a person who escaped, the helicopter in the sky fired thirty rounds of artillery shells and four rocket rounds. Then they added an air-to-ground missile.

The missile hit the house, but in Yadlev's view, the missile hit the poor subordinate. At this time, no one could tell who the target of the missile was.

The basement fell into deathly silence. There were no explosions or screams at this moment.

Silence remained for about two seconds.

"Everyone outside is dead." The Iraqi spoke again, but before he could finish speaking, the explosion sounded again.

When the explosions stopped temporarily, the Iraqi spoke again: "There are no gunshots, only explosions. This is only an air strike without the participation of ground troops. We really shouldn't go out. As long as we wait here, we should be fine." .”

Yadlev didn't know what to say, but his bodyguard suddenly said: "Boss, what's going on?"

Should I say I don’t know? It seems I shouldn’t say it, but Yadlev said uncontrollably: “Damn, how do I know!”

There is absolutely no way that bastard Salah could find so many armed helicopters, and in Iraq, only Americans can use armed helicopters.

So how did Yadlev know what was going on.

"Boss, could it be that the goods we snatched back belong to Americans?"

Yadlev was stunned for a while, then he shook his head and said: "It's impossible. Salah went to the warehouse to pull the goods out personally. My people saw it clearly, and the people who escorted the goods were also Salah's people. Wrong." No, this is definitely not wrong, I am very familiar with Salah and this is definitely his product."

"Then why did the Americans attack us?"

People's hearts are in chaos, and it's hard to lead the team.

Everyone outside was obviously dead, and many people who were resting in the house should have survived. However, there were five houses occupied in total, but there were only two houses with basements, so it was hard to say how many people in the other houses could survive.

Yadlev was very upset. He was really upset, so he did not answer the bodyguard's question. Instead, he picked up the walkie-talkie and said again: "Did you hear it? Tell me what the situation is now and how many people have died." , who can hear it, answer me!"

Yadlev is not a man without courage. He has experienced many storms and waves over the years, but now he is really at a loss.

There was finally a response on the intercom. An unidentifiable voice said: "Yadlev! I..."

It is difficult to describe the content in detail, but the person who replied wanted to have an indescribable relationship with the Yadlev family, which is probably what he meant.

After cursing on the walkie-talkie for dozens of seconds, the man who answered Yadlev said angrily: "Didn't you say that Salah is incapable of revenge? What's going on now? My people are dead! This incident I’m not done with you! Not done with you!”

Yadlev silently turned off the intercom.

The people in this basement are our own. The hired mercenary group probably only wants Yadlev's life now. As for the goods outside, don't want them. One person can drive a car, and there are not enough people. .

Of course, in this situation, there is no need to consider money or goods. Let’s just wait and see if we can survive.

How could it be like this? How could Salah Hod find an armed helicopter?

Yadlev sighed, and then he whispered: "No matter what, we should be fine, just hide here and wait until the helicopter leaves before we go out. We don't want the goods anymore, we..."

"Armored car!"

It was the Iraqi again, wearing night vision goggles, pointing out from the observation port in the basement, and said in a tone full of despair: "They have ground troops, we are finished, finished."