The explosion of the first artillery shell was the signal. John Smith first detonated the ammunition depot and power generation equipment in the military camp. The military camp fell into darkness, but the ammunition depot at the edge exploded one after another, and the ammunition inside also exploded.
Fortunately, the location was far away from the barracks area, otherwise this group of mercenaries would have suffered heavy casualties.
The airport terminal building not far away was constantly hit by artillery shells, and explosions occurred everywhere in the airport. Many people thought it was the US military coming.
At this time, it can be seen that the abilities of the mercenaries here are also uneven. A large part of the mercenaries ran towards the gate without understanding what happened, while the other elites did not make any movement and just followed the instructions of each team.
Units began to assemble and investigators were sent to try to figure out what was going on.
The rebel guards at the gate were still doing their jobs conscientiously. Under the illumination of independently powered searchlights, they watched a large group of people running towards the gate. They fired a warning shot first, but it seemed to be of no use, so they just used the PKM machine gun to shoot them.
The leading group of people beat them through a sieve, and then a group of mentally retarded people finally realized that the rebel machine guns placed here were really not just decorations.
Smith and Albert, who were hiding in the dark, destroyed two searchlights with MK18 assault rifles with silencers, then put on night vision goggles and killed the machine gunners on the sentry tower, shouting, "Americans."
Begin the attack", creating chaos. After watching someone kill the machine gunner, the gathered mercenaries no longer had any scruples. They rushed out of the barracks with their own weapons and somehow got into a fight with the rebels who were coming over.
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"Hannibal, it's you, a Yankee, who is causing trouble." An angry voice came from the side.
Dimitri Vasily of Lethal Force appeared behind Smith and two members of the mercenary group. Albert quickly pointed the gun at Vasily's head, and the two opposite
The mercenaries were not polite and quickly surrounded the two Smiths from two directions.
Smith held down the muzzle of Albert's gun, took off his night vision goggles and looked at the old rival in front of him with a smile through the surrounding firelight, "Old friend, do you want to kill me for these rebels?"
Vasily looked at Smith seriously, "Did the US military send you here?" He knew the identity of the man in front of him very well.
"Of course not, we are only fighting for ourselves now."
Vasily sneered, "Without instructions from the US military, what benefits can you get?"
"We found Ald." Smith could only throw out a bargaining chip that the opponent could not refuse. "You also know what the reward he is offering now, right? The United States has offered a price of 15 million, and the Yemeni government has also offered
5 million." Looking at the change in Vasily's face, he continued to seduce, "How about it, do you want to join us? How much commission will the rebels pay?"
"Are you sure?" Vasily was really moved. People like him really need money, a lot of money.
"Of course, otherwise are we doing this to test the rebels' defensive capabilities?" Smith pointed to the sound of shell explosions coming from the terminal, and his back was completely soaked with sweat.
"Four to six, we have four." Vasily made a price that he thought was fair.
Smith finally breathed a sigh of relief, "It's impossible, at most 37, we have already paid too much in the early stage."
Vasily breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Smith paid back the price, gritted his teeth and said, "Deal, what should we do?"
"Because you and I have wasted a lot of time, call your people and we will stop the rebels from entering the terminal."
"Pushkin, go back and call everyone here."
Xu Chuan looked at the explosion not far away and waited anxiously for news from Birkhoff. If he was really not sure, he could only go in and look for it one by one, but that would not be enough time.
"Bell, we found it," Birkhoff's voice finally came from the earphones, "The third to last room on the south side of the second floor, I saw him when the guard opened the door."
"Drive, fast, fast," Xu Chuan shouted excitedly to Williams. Two armed pickup trucks snatched from the rebel patrols turned on their headlights and drove Xu Chuan and others toward the terminal.
Alder was now an ant on a hot pot. The previous explosion woke him up from his sleep, and then a series of shells hit his head. He thought that the US military had discovered his whereabouts and was preparing to eliminate him.
Later, it was discovered that it was not, and that it might be an attack on the airport by a small group of government troops. But even so, he could not stay any longer. He was planning to take a plane to leave after the battle. Zakayev's request had been fulfilled.
He never thought about sacrificing himself for the so-called great cause.
Two rebel patrol cars drove smoothly into the chaotic airport. Most of the guards had already gone to reinforce the battle at the mercenary barracks. Five people jumped out of the car. Williams and Sambor acted as drivers.
The two of them stayed in the car and kept circling the airport.
All five of them were dressed as rebels, with black scarves covering their faces. In the chaos, the rebels in the terminal really thought they were their own. They walked smoothly to the second floor and were finally attacked by three armed men.
The officers stopped them. Among the five people, two women, Nikita and Falme, were too conspicuous even in their loose camouflage uniforms. Among this group of extremists, it was absolutely impossible for a woman to come here.
And more importantly, although the five people in front of me are dressed similarly to myself, the weapons in their hands are all wrong. All AR-type rifles are equipped with optical sights. Look at the AKM in my hand.
'There's a mole'.
Now that we have arrived here, there is no need to act secretly anymore. Xu Chuan suddenly takes out his HK45T from his waist, knocks away the two people in front of him, and fires directly at the third person behind him. There is no need to aim at this distance.
, shot directly at the waist, there were two dull gunshots, and two .45ACP bullets directly blasted the man's chest.
Nikita on the side also started to move. He held down the AKM rifle in the hand of the man in front of him with his left hand. He took out his P229.40 with his right hand and pressed it against the man's head to pull the trigger. The other man had already been cut by Falme with a saber.
Throat.
Xu Chuan rushed forward and jammed the corpse, using it as a human shield. He stretched out his pistol from the side of the corpse and started shooting at the guards further away. The distance of more than ten or twenty meters was no different to Xu Chuan than target shooting.
A 10-round magazine was empty, and at least eight people's heads were blown off.
Throwing the body aside, Xu Chuan quickly hid behind the protruding wall, changed the magazine for the pistol, inserted it back into the holster, and picked up his FAL rifle.