Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

A metal drawer was slowly opened from the wall, and a whole set of equipment was quietly displayed inside.

Fund balance: 1259 million.

Zhang Ga took his weapon and coat, and walked out of the barracks vigorously.

Standing on the open ground outside, taking a deep breath of the dry air, I felt refreshed for a while.

"So this is what it feels like after three years of intensive military training!" A smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Ga's mouth, "Not bad."

Zhang Ga didn't wear that coat, and he didn't want to become the lowest-level cannon fodder unit in the game.

What kind of step-tank coordination is nothing more than Brother Dayi taking tons of damage, and then the tank grabs the opponent's head and swings from side to side.

The operation made the tank show off, only Brother Dayi was injured silently, and finally cried out "mommy" and disappeared under the wheels of the opponent's tank.

Zhang Ga returned to the base, took out his military uniform and put it on.

No epaulets or coat of arms, just a shining silver star on the chest.

One-star general Zhang Ga!

Odina, who was preparing for the live broadcast, inadvertently saw Zhang Ga in military uniform, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

She always felt that this rogue's temperament seemed to be completely different from last night...

The construction of houses in the tribe is still going on in an orderly manner.

Zhang Ga thought about it, and for the sake of safety, he asked Hadidi to select ten young men from the Avaru tribe again and be on standby at any time.

In case there are too many people coming from the other party, these ten people will immediately put into training.

If you still can't stand it, Zhang Ga still has a way.

The construction of the barracks unlocks two defensive buildings, one is a wall, and the other is a machine gun bunker.

500 million one.

When it really came to a critical moment, Zhang Ga couldn't get over it, so two machine gun bunkers were stuck at the mouth of the valley, one on the left and the other on the right.

If there is no heavy weapon on the opposite side, three to five hundred people may not be able to rush down.

But in this way, Zhang Ga will have to clean up the pot, and can only sell some oil and coal mine relief at a low price.

So if it is not a last resort, the machine gun bunker can be built or not.

At 20 o'clock in the evening, the white wolf of the Kamash tribe, who was full of food and drink, took his team of more than 100 people and the assault team of more than [-] people from the Kamash tribe, and rushed towards the Fahelu tribe in a storm.

Along the way, members of some small tribes were forced to join in, standing on both sides of the white wolf team, acting as "battle spectators".

After Bailang's car stopped 500 meters outside the mouth of the valley, there were more than 400 attacking fighters, including the spectators.

The white wolf poked his head out of the sunroof of the off-road vehicle with a complacent expression on his face.

Afterwards, he sneered and ordered loudly: "Fire the gun, tell those bedbugs, let them come out and die!"

The two subordinates were holding light machine guns, and the muzzles of the guns fired into the sky in bursts, and the clear and crisp sound continued to echo in the valley.

After finishing the shuttle, the white wolf waved his hand in the car and shouted from the roof of the car: "The tour group, please go forward 300 meters and watch the battle at a close distance!"

Chapter 17 Huh?Fuck?

At 07:30, most of the live broadcast screen was still pitch black, with only a few dots of light.

"Little Soldier Zhang Ga's Fakhru Defense Game Live Room" has more than 400 viewers, more than half of whom are Zhang Ga's fans.

Some passers-by who came in by chance were still asking:

"Why is the screen of the anchor computer black, when will the game start?"

"Whether the anchor is here, say something!"

"Slip away."

"Is it a new game? Why haven't you heard of this 'Battle of Fakhru'?"

Suddenly the screen trembled for a while, and then a "bang" sound came from a distance.

The bullet screen instantly refreshed the screen a little!

"What's happening in the grass?"

"The headphone party is dead."

"The headphone party died in battle +1!"

"The headphone party died in battle +2..."

But soon, Zhang Ga's voice came from the screen: "Good evening, brothers, the attack on the opposite side has already begun! What, can't you see? Then I will ask Sangbiao to turn on the light for you!"

"Sangbiao, tracer bullets!"

A Middle Eastern sentence suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room, and when the audience was in a daze, there was a sudden burst of bursts.

At the same time that a large number of the earphone party was killed, a series of tracer bullets shot out, pointing directly at the area 200 meters ahead.

Although tracer bullets are not enough to be used as flares, when the bullets fly over the attacking side with tracer light, they can still see the shadows of countless crowds of people under the flashing red light.

Jagged Warrior: The formation on the opposite side is too dense, and I feel that there is hope for your side.

Witty Patrick: woccccc!Numb!I saw the gun, this is real!

Paramecium: Mom, I'm afraid!

After the rain and the sky: what, I was praising it just now, but I didn't see clearly...

Suddenly, a continuous firework special effect appeared on the screen of the live broadcast room: Admiral Daming Nanhai sent out "Bright Fireworks"*10!

Five good youths: The boss is confused!

Paramecium: The boss is confused!

After the rain, the sky is clear: The boss is confused!

Manager Li: The boss is confused!

Shouting confused, but everyone also started to feed small gifts one after another.

Zhang Ga never asked for gifts in the live broadcast room, but when he saw the crowd swiping a wave, he still smiled and said: "On behalf of the folks of the Fahelu tribe, I would like to thank the veterans for their generosity."

Agence France Presse Headquarters, News Center.

Bruce, the director of the international department, hadn't gotten off work yet. He was in the backstage of the program in the news center, nervously staring at the live content sent by Odina.

He was joined by the director and staff of the press center.

At the same time, a local civil affairs news is being broadcast in the live news room.

The two anchors, a man and a woman, both wore earphones. On the surface, they looked calm and breezy, no different from the usual news broadcast.

In fact, while they are hosting normally, they are all ready to receive the signal from here to cut in at any time.

Suddenly, a series of gunshots sounded in the backstage scene, and Little Black Goldney's camera quickly followed the scene without any hesitation.

While the camera was moving, everyone in the background saw a string of tracer bullets streaking across the air, and faintly illuminated countless shaking figures hundreds of meters away.

Bruce stood up suddenly from his office chair, he had already seen that those people were all carrying guns.

The director of the news center understood his mood at this time, and immediately asked through the headset: "How long is this news?"

The staff replied through the headset: "47 seconds, the next paragraph is the news of the president's visit, a total of 3 minutes and 12 seconds."

The director immediately ordered: "Put the news about the environmental protection organization's disturbance in the next paragraph, and be ready to cut into the live broadcast signal here at any time."

"Ok."

Outside the mouth of the valley, the white wolf standing in the middle of the team was enraged by a string of tracer bullets flying overhead.

He roared ferociously: "Rush over and kill me!"

The stormtroopers of the Kamash tribe immediately rushed forward with screams, and all kinds of guns in their hands were also firing indiscriminately.

The news director of the news center of Agence France Presse was shocked by the sudden change for a second, and then suddenly ordered: "Cut in, cut in! Teleprompter!!"

The various departments that had already been on standby quickly completed the switchover. Countless viewers who were watching the Fadland news suddenly found that their TV screens went black, followed by dense and noisy gunshots.

Then the screen frame shrunk, and the studio reappeared in the screen, and the scene of the shootout just now continued to be broadcast in the upper right corner of the TV.

The two hosts also quickly began broadcasting the live broadcast.

"Dear viewers, what you are seeing now is the live broadcast from our reporter from the front line of Garland Country..."

At the same time, some major TV stations, major media, and Internet platforms quickly discovered the live broadcast of the Agence France Presse.

Countless pairs of eyes represent countless different identities and positions, but they pay attention to this unusual live broadcast at the same moment.

In China, the vice president of the Perak Perak Group, in charge of the live broadcast department, is discussing with the live broadcast department about developing a news section.

The development of the news section has actually been put on the agenda long ago.

However, after this section was evaluated by the headquarters, they expressed doubts about the possible heat and benefits, so the original plan has not been passed.

Now the live broadcast department is aiming at this point, discussing whether to abandon or redo the plan.

The director of the live broadcast department is advocating the news section. At this time, he is using Fadland news as an example:

"News is always the source of popularity. I don't know who made this assessment. It's nonsense to say that the news is not popular. Mr. Jiang, what do you think of the data of the New Paper, Fadelan News, in the entire company's business, The real-time popularity ratio is... eh? Fuck, what the hell kind of data is this?"

Vice President Jiang frowned and said, "Boss Qin, be more serious during the meeting...Huh? Damn it, can't you?"

Vice President Jiang stared at the tablet handed over by Mr. Qin from the live broadcast department, a little dazed.

On the tablet, the popularity of Fadeland's news section soared at an unusual growth rate.

And a lot of hotspots are concentrated on two key words: Garan State, Fakhru Tribe.

"Quickly, tune up the live broadcast and take a look."

Mr. Jiang, who has always been steady, couldn't sit still at this moment.

Soon, the screen was adjusted, and Fadeland News was broadcasting a shootout live.

At this time, a staff member walked into the meeting room, also holding a tablet in his hand, and whispered to Mr. Qin of the live broadcast department: "Mr. Qin, take a look, the data in this live broadcast room is a bit abnormal. Don't warn me..."

Mr. Qin said impatiently: "Didn't you see Mr. Jiang is here? Don't bother me at this time... Oh? Lying grass, what the hell is this!"

Vice President Jiang frowned again: "Boss Qin, what's the matter... um? Lying on the grass, why does this picture look familiar? The live broadcast room of the Fahelu Defense game of the little soldier Zhang Ga?"

Chapter 18 Fearless Charge!Everyone's scalp is numb!

"God, what a live broadcast of the game! If this is a game, I'll have diarrhea on my head!"

At this time, in the live broadcast room, some onlookers finally reacted and began to question the "authenticity" of the game.

However, what they questioned was not that the game was too fake, but that it was too real.

"It's impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"I've suspected it for a long time. This horse riding on the cliff is a real picture!"

A barrage of bullet screens below echoed.

At this time, the war has reached a fever pitch, with bullets flying randomly on both sides.

However, all those who flew to Fakhru's side were aimless beatings. The only few people who were a little threatening were brought by the white wolf. They aimed at the gun flames here and fired a few short bursts.

But soon Sangbiao and Liangkun shot their heads one after another.

Although White Wolf is the small leader of the "thug" army, he even has a place on the world's most wanted list of terrorists.

But in fact, White Wolf, like the small leaders of many terrorist organizations, is brave and fearless, and is extremely fanatical about war and fighting. On the other hand, he has a shortcoming, that is, he lacks calmness and a real overall view of the situation.

Just like now, after the white wolf saw the blood, he became extremely excited, even to the point of being sick, and he didn't even care that his subordinates around him fell down one after another.

He has only one goal in mind at this moment, which is to rush in and kill people, massacre!

So the white wolf kept pushing and shoving the stormtroopers around him, roaring loudly, forcing the people of the Kamash tribe to charge forward.

However, until the end of the fourth round of charging, their team failed to enter the valley mouth, and instead dozens of corpses fell to the ground in disorder.

The people watching the battle group had already retreated hundreds of meters away in fright, but they were the ones who saw it most clearly.

In the eyes of these people, the Kamash stormtroopers and the members of the "Thug" Legion seemed to have a unique habit of sending them to death, rushing to send them one after another.

And the firepower from Fakhru's side also made these spectators full of doubts and shocks.