In fact, Fu Ming's eyes were only closed for five hours before they were opened. Because he could clearly hear that the surrounding environment was getting noisier and noisier. At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, there should have been no one around.
On the highway, there were a large number of refugees migrating to the central province of Beirut, which was exactly the opposite direction of the trucks.
Most of the refugees were women, elderly people and children. The men were either killed by militants or captured as mercenaries. Fu Ming didn't want to help these refugees, but he had been exposed to too many such scenes.
We can only help a few people at a time or two. With so many refugees, there is simply not enough food and water to share. We cannot give each person a gun.
"Boss, the checkpoint ahead should belong to the government troops." Luther slowed down the car.
There were six soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms and guns at the checkpoint. The camouflage colors and weapon configurations were obviously the standard configuration of the Lebanese government army. A soldier looked at the box truck not far away and waved his hand to signal Fu Ming.
When someone approached, he stopped for inspection. The truck's headlights were incredibly bright, even brighter than the searchlights at the checkpoint, and the soldier couldn't bear to look directly at them.
"Should we rush over by force? Look at the situation, and if we don't let them pull out our skin, they won't let us pass. Sh*t, *** armed forces, government troops, none of them are good!" Luther scolded fiercely.
One sentence.
"Government troops? They are just Hezbollah...they are not good things." Fu Ming sneered. Lebanon really fits the situation in the Middle East. It is simply a pot of porridge!
"Don't force the customs clearance. Let's take a look at the situation first. Now is not the time to start a conflict with the Lebanese government. After the matter here is over, we still need to rush from the Beirut port to Venice, Italy. Don't cause trouble now." Fu Ming wiped his flat mirror.
, put it on again.
Six government soldiers kept looking at the refugees heading north, stopping a few people from time to time and checking them. If they encountered any uncooperative people, they would hit them on the head with the butt of their rifles. They were no different from thugs.
"Fu*k, are these citizens of their own country?" Matt Adams was sitting in the carriage, sorting out the bullets of the 50-caliber machine gun, looking at the scene outside the shooting hole, and couldn't help but think of what happened to him.
Suddenly, a government soldier forcibly stopped a girl wearing a veil. Judging from the girl's attire, she should be a believer in Islam. Although Islam is the guiding ideology of Hezbollah, due to different factions, these Hezbollahs
The government forces did not have a good impression of the Islamists in the south. The soldier used the excuse of inspection to caress the girl's body wantonly. The girl couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the soldier on the face.
The soldier became angry and tore off the veil from the girl's face. This was a great insult to a female Islamic believer. The soldier took off his pants, hit the girl's face with the butt of his gun, and actually asked the girl to use
She served him with her mouth. After a severe beating, the girl seemed to have given in and opened her mouth.
The refugees passing by just looked in this direction for a few times and continued their escape. After all, they were now in danger. The five soldiers next to them were all watching the joke, and no one stepped forward to stop them. They could no longer care.
The car is paid for.
The soldier put his life into the girl's mouth, his face full of enjoyment.
"Stop." Fu Ming couldn't stand it any longer. He couldn't save everyone, but at least he could save one!
Just as Luther stepped on the brakes, a shocking scene occurred.
The Islamic girl closed her mouth fiercely, bit off the soldier's lifeblood, and then spat it out. The soldier covered his crotch and howled like a silly pig. The girl picked up the soldier's rifle and yelled like crazy
He yelled and pulled the trigger.
Before the five soldiers could recover, they were knocked to the ground by bullets.
The bullets in the magazine were empty, but the girl still pulled the trigger frantically, and the trigger made a "click" sound.
The six soldiers lying on the ground desperately covered their wounds to stop the bleeding.
Fu Ming got out of the car, trotted up to the girl, and put his arm around her shoulders. "It's okay, give me the gun." The girl was stunned by his pure Arabic. This was obviously the face of an Oriental!
After confirming that Fu Ming did not have any ill intentions towards her, she handed Fu Ming the rifle without bullets in her hand, and then cried loudly.
Only then did Fu Ming see the girl's face clearly. She was a very beautiful Middle Eastern woman.
Fu Ming stretched out his hand, and Matt who was following him immediately handed him a matching magazine. Matt had already sorted out the ammunition in the container very clearly. Fu Ming took the magazine and reloaded the bullet.
"Remember, do it with due diligence." Fu Ming walked slowly, pointing his gun at the head of the soldier who tried to rape the girl.
With two "bang bang" shots, the soldier's head exploded like a watermelon, and brains and blood were mixed with broken bones and sprayed all over the floor. When other soldiers saw this scene, they began to shout loudly. At first, they still scolded them, but
When he saw that Fu Ming was approaching his feet and showed no intention of stopping, he turned into begging.
Fu Ming ended the lives of the other five soldiers in the same way. "I'm sorry, six, this is a battlefield."
"I don't know what to call you, miss. But remember, your country is in the middle of a war. No faith, no god, will be of any help to you. Here, you can only rely on yourself.
." Fu Ming stopped the girl who wanted to pick up the veil and handed her a pistol.
Matt took out a few compressed biscuits and a bottle of water from the car and put them in a backpack. In addition, he secretly stuffed a wad of U.S. dollars, which came from his own salary.
Matt Adams, who had experienced these things, didn't want others to experience it again. He put his backpack into the girl's hands.
"Miss, I hope you can survive this cruel dispute. Maybe when the sun rises tomorrow, the war in the southern province will be over. You can go home." Fu Ming smiled at the girl and turned around.
Get on the bus. Members of the security forces followed him and got on the 'bus'.
The girl put her backpack on her back and hid the pistol. She watched the box truck leave. Then she covered her chest with her right hand and bowed deeply in the direction of the truck. "Please obey.
Your teachings, sir."
"Everyone, be careful. This must be a war zone." Fu Ming also began to be vigilant. There were no refugees around the road here, or in other words, there were no living refugees. There were even some rotting corpses lying on the road.
The smell is uncomfortable. The corpses in military uniforms are Hezbollah government troops, and the plainclothes corpses holding AK74 rifles are Pravda militants. But the majority are civilians, including the elderly and children. Pay.
Ming looked at all this coldly. He didn't know how terrible his expression was now. Although he had been exposed to these things since he was fourteen years old, after so many years, he still couldn't accept this situation.
Luther, who had always talked a lot, closed his mouth now.
Because there were corpses on the road, the truck was moving very slowly and bumpyly.
"You can already see the building for Sai Darshan." Luther pointed to the front and whispered.
"Be careful..."
"RPG! Lower your posture!" Before Fu Ming could finish speaking, sniper Song Jiahao in the container behind spotted something in the scope of the QBU09 12.7mm large-caliber sniper rifle.
A Pravda militant suddenly emerged from the roadside, aimed the RPG-7 rocket launcher at the driver's cockpit, and pulled the trigger.
Since the RPG-7 did not have a locking system, the rocket launcher took a weird arc in the air and still hit the head of the truck. This weapon is not effective at long distances, but at this close range, its accuracy and power are
Still quite high.
Luther Alex had no time to dodge. He also believed so much in the "bus"'s ability to withstand attacks that he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out without even dodging.
Fu Ming bent down, but the rocket hit the head of the 'bus', leaving only a black burning mark and not even a dent.
With a surprised look in his eyes, the militant's head was smashed by Song Jiahao's QBU09 sniper rifle. Song Jiahao alone occupied the frontmost shooting holes on both sides of the container, and two large-caliber sniper rifles were placed on the
At the shooting hole, as long as you turn around, you can accurately take care of the rocket launchers on both sides.
"There are a large number of armed personnel, about a hundred people! There are more in the one o'clock direction, Matt!" Fu Ming also pulled out an fnscar from under the seat and loaded the external grenade launcher.
"Boss, you may not need to do it yourself, these people are all mine!" Matt clicked and loaded the .50 machine gun, "Xu, start the countdown!"
Xu Cheng is another heavy weapons man in Fu Ming's team. His best thing is machine guns. "Count down three seconds and open the doors on the left and right sides." He had long discovered that the machine guns and machine gun positions
Next to the shooting hole, there is a door handle. With a slight pull, a small half-person-high door will open on both sides for easy shooting.
"Three, two, one!" Matt and Xu Cheng turned the door handle at the same time and opened the small door on the side.
"Fire!" Matt shouted. The .50 machine gun in his hand and the M61 Vulcan rotary cannon in Xu Cheng's hand sprayed fire snakes and tilted their ammunition crazily at the *** armed soldiers.
Song Jiahao kept changing his position, looking for RPG launchers in the crowd, and killing them one by one. Although this kind of weapon would not cause any real damage to the 'bus', it would be able to penetrate the stone even if it was hit too much.
Luther was still driving peacefully, and everyone else in the container was also shooting wildly through the shooting hole with automatic rifles. Only Wayne Blade used a G18 pistol to shoot outside the shooting hole. This scene
It made him feel sad to see it.
"Xu, Matt, the barrel is overheated. Let the weapon rest quickly. What a pity!"
"Shut up Wayne, the purpose of weapons is to shoot and kill enemies! You are just wasting the shooting holes! Come on, you bastards!" Matt put on another box of bullets,
He roared and continued to press the button.
Several pickup trucks appeared on both sides of the 'bus', and they all had machine guns in the back. Fu Ming took one look and lost interest. He was familiar with this kind of armed vehicles, at least when he fought against local warlords in Africa.
I've seen it before. The old vehicles and machine guns smell like a copycat.
"Miscellaneous army, well-deserved reputation." Fu Ming snorted disdainfully.
The machine gun on the pickup truck was unable to cause any damage to the 'bus', not even leaving a single bullet hole. The .50 machine gun in Matt's hand could penetrate a twenty millimeter steel plate at this distance, let alone
Let’s talk about unarmored pickup trucks. The three pickup trucks on the right were beaten into pieces in an instant. The driver had been shot several times and had lost his breath. The vehicles hit the trees on the roadside one after another, and were also crushed.
Many of our own people died.
Not to mention the left side, the 23mm caliber of the M61 Vulcan cannon in Xu Cheng's hand was not a vegetarian. With a slight rotation of the six barrels, the two pickup trucks turned into a big fireball and exploded.
Fu Ming put down the rifle in his hand peacefully, enjoying the rhythm brought by the gunshots and the music brought by the war. This overwhelming situation did not need him to worry at all.
"Other than civilian casualties, war is still very interesting." Fu Ming hummed Beethoven's Symphony No. 5 in C minor - Symphony of Destiny.
"This song has just begun."
[You guys can actually listen to this piece by Beethoven. In fact, you guys should have heard it, but I don’t know the name. It’s very exciting. Please give me flowers, collect it, book reviews, and anything...]