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Time: 22.38pm on April 16th.

Location: Faw, Iraq, currently occupied by Iranian troops.

"Before the action, I will emphasize it again, in case you group of idiots who have just retired, forget what your current identity is!"

The wind blows desperately at night, and the moonlight of the Gobi Desert is always accompanied by the cold. Under a sand dune, Steve and his comrades stood side by side, listening to the words of the commander Haish.

"We are no longer American soldiers!"

The black leather boots stepped **** the gravel road, and Haish waved his thick black arms and said: "Our current identity is the security personnel of Blackwater International. To put it bluntly, it is a group of mercenaries!"

"The mercenaries are only for money, not for the righteousness of the country, not for the prosperity of the race, money, just for the money!"

Haishi's loud voice resounded through the audience, and standing in front of him was a whole company of black water mercenaries.

They stood neatly on the solid Gobi gravel, wearing helmets with infrared and thermal imaging systems, and uniformly hung M16 rifles and sufficient magazines and grenades. The dark night gave them the best cover, and the black military uniform added an infinitely killing atmosphere. Money is all for money. They are vulgar and vulgar mercenaries. What anyone will feel in them is just the iron-blooded temperament of a regular army.

"So, little rascals, I remember them clearly for Lao Tzu."

The shouting Haish stopped his pacing, the skin color given by his African grandmother made him live like a ghost in the dark. In the queue, Steve looked at Haish without expression, even though his round eyes were aimed at him.

"It's okay to fight hard, but if anyone loses his life for the ideas of this group of Muslims, be careful that I hold your pension and spend it on my mother!"

It was supposed to be a rhythm that matched the chief’s roar of laughter, but the soldiers in this company had no intention of cooperating at all. What’s even more amazing is that Haish also reacted to this group of "little bunnies" clearly. The next sentence thought I didn't want to break it out.

"You are the best guys out of a hundred!"

He yelled: "You are retired soldiers, you are retired soldiers from the Delta Special Forces and the SEALs! Soldiers of this level, out of the 3,000 people in Heishui, it is only eight hundred. And you, It is a whole company selected from those eight hundred people, even in the black water, it is the top leader."

There were bursts of loud utterances, and what was obtained was the unanimous silence of all the staff. From the beginning, the iron-blooded murderous aura of the hundreds of elites focused on Haishe, and as he blurted out a sentence of praise and derogation, the murderous aura became more and more intense.

"But that sentence is the same, I repeat it again. No matter how good you are, now you are just a group of mercenaries. The days to come will be very long. This is just the first battle since the establishment of the company. Whoever dares Throw yourself this small life in this Muslim nest now, don't blame the brothers for spurning him together!"

When Haish finished shouting, the last high-pitched roar fell off the curtain, dissipating in the endless gust of wind.

Then, a black soldier with an exceptionally tall figure stepped out and walked out of the queue.

Facing his fellow comrades, Haishi's eyes stared: "What's the matter with you?"

The soldiers didn't move at all, but everyone focused their glasses on this comrade-in-arms.

Loux Sheffield yelled: "Sir, I can't make Lao Tzu worry about his life when he is in war!"

When he heard this, Steve in the queue let out a long sigh.

"What are you talking about!?" Haishi's eyes opened up immediately. Both of them are black, and they have a posture that is bigger than anyone else's eyeballs: "I told you to be careful of your own life. Damn it!?"

Sheffield raised his head and yelled, "The report sir, my mother said when I was a child, she was afraid that she would die or not be a soldier! My mother also said that I will be the first one in the war and beat him to death! Having said that, since I'm a mercenary now, I'd better not be afraid to rush to the first one and beat all the girls into a lot of money! My mother also said..."

"Did your mother tell you, don't **** against the sir!?" Haishi's voice was almost about to cause an earthquake in the Persian Gulf: "Loux Sheffield! Lao Tzu is your instructor in the delta! Fuck you! Since the start of the recruits, I have loved to fight against Lao Tzu, and now you are in the black water and you still love to fight against Lao Tzu!? Lao Tzu is your father!?"

This time, even the elites of the hundred battles couldn't help but burst into laughter. Fortunately, at this time, the black wind was high at night, and the squally winds of the Gobi Desert were least afraid of things like voices. Even if their number is doubled, they will never be detected by the Iranian garrison.

"Anyway," after he calmed his breath and let Sheffield roll back into the queue, Haish continued to shout, "At least don't forget the equipment on you! Especially you, Steve, you have to stand up for this action. Great work, dare to break that guy, and be careful that the boss puts you to sleep!"

The already relaxed team naturally couldn't hold back the second laughter. Steve finally said, "That would be my honor, sir."

Alice-Wang, the chairman of Blackwater International, if she could sleep once, most of the people present would really like it.

After the carrot and the stick, the action began.

Mission Objective: To cooperate with the Iraqi army's "Ramadan" operation to capture the Faw area occupied by the Iranian army.

Faao is a strategic port city in the Persian Gulf region and the largest oil port in Iraq. It is located at the head of the Persian Gulf, close to the mouth of the Arabian River. The Rumaila and Zubair oil fields in southern Iraq are exported through oil pipes at oil ports outside the Port of Faao. Controlling the Faao Peninsula means controlling important oil facilities in southern Iraq. The significance of a thousand oil wells is no joke.

The Ramadan operation of Iraq’s night raid aimed at this place, and it was also a key operation that the Pentagon decided to intervene in order to bring the Iran-Iraq War to an end as soon as possible.

With the retired Marine Corps members as a component, the main unit of the Blackwater Mercenary and the Iraqi army are assembled together, a total of two thousand troops, will follow the fast attack of this powerful army and become a sharp knife. The price of blood taught the Iranian army how to behave.

At this time, the 100-member squad led by Heishe, a retired officer of the Delta Force and the Blackwater International Mercenary Instructor, is the sharpest sword light on the knife, and will perform a marvelous battle on an entire harbor. Surgical operations.

We are the children of the night, and the sky is the best invisibility cloak.

Steve moved forward silently. When he passed through the Gobi and easily touched the city, everything around him seemed to be quiet, even the screaming wind was no longer obvious.

The searchlights on the roofs couldn't detect his presence at all, and the soldiers on patrol always liked to create opportunities for him to move forward. Aiming at every opportunity, aiming at every blind spot, not even a bullet was wasted, he approached the destination with the fastest efficiency.

The other ninety-nine people are also a unified approach. Everyone is firmly restraining their actions. Not to mention the M16 hanging on the chest, which is the AWP sniper rifle with a silencer on the back, and no one uses it. Whether it's the searchlight on the roof, the Iranian armored vehicle that Heish is driving on a fixed route, or the hordes of soldiers with wolfhounds who are not patrolling, they have no intention of attacking at all.

And no one can perceive their existence.

Steve came to the back of a building. His equipment was quite special. He didn't have an M16 rifle, nor an AWP sniper rifle. The vest was stuffed with more than a large bundle of magazines. A pistol, a dagger, and two flash bombs, this is his enemy configuration.

"Tango arrived at the target location."

Standing just behind this building, Steve said to the walkie-talkie: "Venus is safe and sound."

When uttering the latter sentence, Steve psychologically felt that the burden was heavier.

"Tango, this is Sirius, we will protect your safety all around."

Needless to say, a hundred elites are swiftly arriving at the buildings around the city hall in an encircled situation. The wonder is here. The death of the soldiers patrolling the roof will make the commander aware of the invasion, so even if the mercenaries came to the roof, they completely avoided the door of the Iranian soldiers patrolling in the building. There are no more patrols on the roof here. If there is an air attack that can suddenly come near the city hall in the city center, is it really a blind patrol on the outskirts of the city?

The characteristics of the desert city are here. It is similar to the city on the grassland. The obvious boundary makes defense an easy task, but it is also easy to be exploited by people-provided that it has sufficient mobility.

"Tango is ready to move, Sirius, please pay attention to cover."

After saying this, Steve, who was still on the ground, raised his head.

The building he was hiding in was the back of the city hall, aiming at the eaves of the roof, he raised his pistol.

With a bang, the cable was shot up~www.readwn.com~Steve could feel the rapid tightening of the rope around his waist, and then immediately afterwards, he flew up.

There is no one on the roof, and it is not Nintendo's kind of game that is more difficult to reach the end. The "target location" in reality does not mean that it is absolutely heavily guarded. But Steve is still very careful. Even if two comrades in arms are using the same method to climb the roof to protect himself, he himself must be careful and careful.

The closer he gets to the goal, the more he feels how heavy the burden is behind him.

Because it is really heavy.

This is a laptop that was handed to him by the CEO Akamandai Chairman Alice before he set off from the Blackwater Base. A laptop computer, the name alone is so prestigious, and it is thanks to Miss Alice that she can invent such a miniature portable computer, although its weight is by no means a laptop.

My own mission, or the mission of the entire hundred-man pioneer team, exists for this laptop.

Taking a deep breath, after hearing the sound of two comrades behind him climbing on the roof, Steve started his next move. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.