Great Single Player of the Heavens

　　 The dead are gone, and the living have to fight to the end for the unknown future.

　　 A nuclear explosion not only lost the lives of 30,000 Marines, but also the pride and arrogance of the Americans!

　　 Alassad's detonation of the nuclear bomb shocked the Americans and was also full of endless anger.

　　Especially Lieutenant General Sheffield, the commander of the Middle East region, who was in charge of this operation, wished to find the instigator of all this immediately, smash his body into pieces, thwart his bones and burn them to ashes, in order to pay tribute to the spirit of 30,000 soldiers in the sky.

　　 However, they could not immediately send troops again to avenge Alathad and even Zakayev.

　　The loss of the United States was 30,000 elite soldiers, not 30,000 bullets, and not 30,000 dollars!

　　 is just the funeral of the fallen soldiers, and public opinion at home and abroad has made the bureaucrats of the White House very busy.

　　 In this way, the important task of capturing Alassad fell on the shoulders of the British side.

　　 To be precise, it fell on the shoulders of the 22nd S.A.S....

　　. . .

　　 The third hour after the nuclear explosion.

　　Credenhill, in the tactical room.

　　 Under the light, in front of the plan board with topographic maps and various photos, Captain Price wearing a Penney hat, his beard trembling slightly, his expression full of seriousness:

　　 "The Americans were deceived by Alassad and suffered heavy losses."

　　 "The coward is not in the Middle East, but elsewhere!"

　　 tapped a satellite topographic map on the planning board with his hand, and Price continued:

　　 "According to the information provided by our informant, we have obtained the location of Alassad's safe house in Azerbaijan, and he is likely to be there!"

　　 "And our mission this time is very simple. Go to Azerbaijan and capture Alassad!"

　　 "In addition, the Americans also sent a marine squad to join this operation. So, keep up your mind and don't lose the face of S.A.S!"

"Is there a problem?"

　　 The room is silent.

　　 "Very well, we will gather at the airport in ten minutes!"

　　 Going to Azerbaijan this time, S.A.S sent two elite teams, AB.

　　 Together with the US Army squad led by Sergeant Griggs, formed a joint British-Mitsubishi operation team of twelve people.

The field command of the 　　 group is assumed by Captain Price of S.A.S.

　　 In order to ensure the success rate of this operation, the British and the Mi also requested the nearest air support from the Maoist government.

　　 The three forces are united, and there is only one goal, Alassad!

　　. . . . . .

　　 Task code: Hideout

　　 Time: 2 o'clock in the morning.

　　 Location: North Azerbaijan

　　 Task performer: Yingmi Joint Action Team

　　 In the dark night, at an abandoned gas station outside a village in North Azerbaijan, Price and others joined the government forces who came to respond.

　　 "Captain Price, Alassad is on the farm in the village, and those extremists are protecting him."

　　 After confirming the information, Price gave a wave and commanded:

　　 "Very well, let's get started!"

As soon as 　　 finished speaking, he took the lead and walked along the winding path to the nearest building, slowly touching it.

　　 As soon as he approached the periphery of the village, there were bursts of gunfire and faint screams.

　　 In the dark night, it looks very harsh.

　　 "What is going on here?!" Gates, who was following Price, couldn't help asking.

　　 "They are extremists, they are killing the villagers!"

　　 "Huh, they won't be able to do this soon..."

　　 Crouching in the grass, Price, with a grim face, did not forget to command via radio:

　　 "Team A, Team C, follow my instructions and enter along the left side of the village. Team B, enter from the right side with me. Attention all units, see any armed enemies..."

　　 "All you can do is kill!"

　　 This last sentence is full of murderous aura!

　　 The overall structure of the village is like a defensive position built on a hillside.

　　 Surrounded by villagers’ houses, going deep into it, in the middle of the village is a church.

　　Different buildings, with the church as the center, spread around.

After 　　 was occupied by extremists, the whole village was not as lively as it used to be, and it seemed particularly deserted.

　　 If you want to reach the farm located in the innermost part of the village, there are only two options. One is to clear all the enemies in the village.

　　The other is to use night and building cover to bypass the enemy's defensive line from both sides of the village and directly attack the farm.

　　 Originally, Price's choice was the latter.

　　 But this time, the stealth assassination tactics encountered a strong obstacle!

　　 "Wow!"

　　 Accompanied by the barking of dogs, a few fierce-looking Caucasian army dogs sprang out from nowhere, and rushed straight to the B team and others lurking in the shadow of the house.

　　 There is no way, everyone can only shoot and kill in the face of the vicious dog coming.

　　 It doesn’t matter if you shoot. The weapons used for shooting are equipped with silencers, which do not cause too much noise.

　　 However, once it is discovered by the enemy, the army dog ​​is silent and will definitely search. In this way, the traces of Team B and others will inevitably be exposed.

　　 Listening to the rushing footsteps coming closer, Price made a decisive decision and immediately issued an order:

　　 "Team A, Team C, break in!"

　　 As soon as the voice fell, from the west side of the village, there was a burst of gunfire like beans.

　　 Fierce gunfire ~www.ltnovel.com~ The enemy who was searching for the house immediately turned around and rushed to the crossfire.

　　 Taking this opportunity, Team B entered the house from the basement, went through the window, confirmed the enemy forces in the village, and continued to rush to the west of the village.

　　 Seeing that stealth play could not continue, Price was also very bachelor, so he directly chose another method.

　　 "Team A, Team C, keep the firefight, stay in place as much as possible, we will cut into the battlefield from the flanks!"

"Roger that!"

　　 Ending the communication, Price waved his hand, his hoarse voice was full of determination:

　　 "Go, let's go and show those **** some color!"

　　 Under the leadership of Price, several members of Team B hid in the darkness, slowly approaching the spot of the fire.

　　Along the way, Lu Qi and Soap, who are holding a silencer sniper rifle, will make the opponent shut their mouths forever before they can react.

　　 came to a residential house about a hundred feet away from the firefighting site. After distinguishing the position of the friendly and the enemy based on the gunfire and the number of people, Price immediately turned his head to the soap behind him and said:

　　 "Soap, set attack coordinates!"

"Roger that!"

　　 I saw Brother Soap pull out a handheld beacon from the tactical backpack around his waist, turn on the infrared rays on the instrument, and face the enemy army a hundred meters away for three seconds.

　　 Soon, there was a strong vodka-flavored English on the radio:

　　 "This is M-2-5, the coordinate signal has been confirmed, and air support can be provided at any time!"