It is indeed a hiding place carefully prepared by Talik. The windows are all floor-to-ceiling and equipped with one-way transparent glass that is rare here.
The advantage is that everyone in Team B can clearly see everything on the street below through the glass.
The unknown vehicle that Diaz mentioned - a white pickup truck - was in the sight of everyone in Team B and slowly stopped at the intersection opposite the house.
The disadvantage is that the floor-to-ceiling window structure has poor defense, making it difficult to find cover when fighting later.
Cerberus also ran over at this time, put its front legs on the window sill, stuck its head out the window and sniffed a few times, then retreated and squatted on the ground, remaining silent.
Jason knew that there was a bomb when he was crouching down, but he didn't quite understand it from such a distance.
His face changed drastically and he asked: "Brock, what's going on?"
"The wind is blowing from the direction of the car. There must be explosives inside the car." There was a shadow of Team E being wiped out by a bomb in front of him, and Bullock was a little nervous now.
Hearing the presence of explosives in the car, the faces of the rest of the team also darkened.
The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense!
"Remnants? Or?" Jason asked.
"It's impossible for the residue to travel so far. It's most likely an explosive." Bullock returned.
"You won't be liked by a guy who comes here wearing a bomb." Clay frowned and locked the muzzle of his gun on the person next to the pickup truck.
"B1, I saw a few people calling for help nearby, and people started to gather at your location one after another." Diaz's communication came over again.
"What direction?"
A car carrying explosives came, and someone was shaking people. Jason had to be careful.
Diaz did not reply immediately. After nearly five or six seconds, he replied with great difficulty: "In all directions, in all directions."
"I don't want the first week of my deployment to become my last week."
At this point, there is no point in escaping from fear. Knowing that the only way to survive is through a battle, Jason has no choice but to prepare for the battle in advance.
"Combat center, B1 is about to enter the battle, requesting immediate air support."
"B1, please note that air support is limited. The nearest helicopter has just returned to the base for refueling. It is expected to take at least 10 minutes to reach your location."
Diaz received Jason's request for support, but the response he gave was not pretty.
In normal daily life, 10 minutes would pass by taking a nap or dazing, but in this hostile neighborhood, 10 minutes is enough to determine the life or death of Team B.
"Fake!"
Jason cursed angrily.
When he turned his gaze out the window again, he found that the situation below had changed again.
Not only were dozens of Afghans gathered, but also people could be seen hiding on the windows and roofs of surrounding houses.
If things continue to develop like this, Team B will definitely be surrounded here.
But now we are in the city of Jalal-Abad, surrounded by civilians, and these people who are surrounding us do not have weapons on them.
At least the weapon is not exposed now.
As a U.S. military fighting abroad, Team B must abide by relevant engagement protocols, even if DG has the only privilege of active fire.
Faced with the inability to distinguish accurately among these gathered people, Team B could not determine whether they were militants or civilians who came to watch the excitement.
Jason felt very troubled for a while and didn't know how to deal with it.
at this time……
Long Zhan, who was guarding the door, closed the door, ran to the window, and pointed the MK48 in his hand directly at the white pickup truck on the opposite road.
And at the moment Long Zhan set up his gun, another man got out of the back seat of the white pickup truck.
Unlike those who came down before, who didn't bring guns, the man here was carrying a cylindrical weapon on his shoulder, a large killer weapon that everyone was very familiar with——
RPG!
Suddenly someone ran out with a rocket launcher, and Jason's expression suddenly changed. He instinctively stepped back and shouted: "Be careful of RPGs, stay hidden."
The moment Jason shouted, the rest of Team B started to take cover.
Only Long Zhan remained unmoved, and politics pulled the trigger.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk..."
It started with a fully automatic gun, firing a series of 7.6 bullets at a speed of more than 900 meters per second, and madly pounced on the pickup truck less than 50 meters away.
The man holding the rocket launcher was killed on the spot. Before he fell, his finger nerves twitched and he pulled the trigger to fire the rocket.
The rocket launcher that was originally aimed at the floor where Team B was located missed and flew onto the roof of the nearby house, blowing a nearly one-meter hole in the roof.
The two militants who were hiding there and preparing for a sneak attack were unlucky enough to be blown up to death by their own men on the spot.
This explosion.
The curtain started on the neighborhood war.
The Afghans who were watching around the target house no longer hid, and all showed their ferocious minions.
Some people got into vehicles on the roadside and came out with AK47s in their hands.
Some people lifted up the white robes they were wearing, and there was an M4 hidden underneath.
The militants who were hiding behind the window on the opposite side appeared at the window with guns and fired at Team B's position.
The people hiding on the roof no longer hid and began to attack the target houses.
For a while...
There were militants everywhere, and people were firing everywhere.
Faced with the siege of dozens of armed men, everyone in Team B couldn't think about how the dragon war happened to arrive in such a timely manner.
In just two seconds at night, Team B will definitely get an RPG.
They all found suitable bunkers with guns in hand and began to fight the unknown enemies outside the house.
Long Zhan is the only person in the team who carries a light machine gun. Faced with the attack of so many enemies, he must suppress it and give others the chance to shoot from above.
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But if he showed his head to the window to suppress him, he could easily be set on fire by the militants outside.
If not, it might just kill you.
As the founder of the "Reckless Man Gou Huo Flow", Long Zhan advocates a fighting style that is "fierce but also vulgar enough", blending these two extreme attributes together.
Faced with the current situation of being besieged, combined with the structure of this house.
Long Zhan quickly thought of a suitable response method. (To be continued)