From the on-site observation, we can see that the transportation methods used by these thugs are motorcycles and pickup trucks, which are also the most common transportation methods in rural Afghanistan. In terms of the number of people, it is only a few dozen people.↗,

Therefore, Ecuat did not feel any danger when riding a four-axle full-drive off-road heavy truck produced by Pakistan, a transport tool that was equipped with a large number of equipment in the Afghan army. Although armored vehicles also equipped the Afghan army in large quantities, not every local force can take the turn. It is located on the border with Iran and has always been relatively calm, and the only garrison is this off-road heavy truck.

The one in hand is also a standard light weapon produced by Pakistan, a new generation of individual weapons and equipment with a caliber of 5.56 mm, and can be equipped with grenade launchers.

This company has no pressure to deal with some armed thugs.

Searching along the ruts, there was a village ahead, and Ecuat looked ahead very cautiously. The most complicated situation was that these thugs were mixed with the villagers and turned the villagers into hostages in their hands. This would be troublesome to deal with.

"No, there's something wrong!" Ecuat couldn't help but shouted, "Hurry, hurry up!"

This taste, Ecuat is very familiar with, is the smell of blood mixed in the air, what happened to the village in front?

As he got closer, Ecuat's mood became more and more complicated, and his ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.

"Cruff." The first truck stopped, and the soldiers in the car jumped down quickly. When they saw all this in front of them, they were stunned.

Women and old men all fell into pools of blood, all of whom were chased to death with scimitars. Some of their intestines flowed out, and some of their heads were cut down. The air emitted a strong smell of blood.

This is simply a crime!

Women wear skirts. Many people have their thighs open, and you can imagine what happened at that time.

"Mom!" a soldier shouted. He came out of this village and saw the woman falling down on the street. He immediately cried.

His mother was dead, and he knelt down and cried bitterly at the body.

Where is his younger brother? Where is his twelve-year-old brother? Where did he go? He searched madly, afraid of finding his younger brother's body among the corpses of these people. But back and forth, nothing was found.

"Most of the young people went out to work, and the main remaining people in this village are the elderly and women." Ecuat said: "But, as the scene shows, there are no children's bodies. These thugs must have captured the children!"

"Company Commander, let's chase after you. We want to avenge these dead people!" said the red-eyed soldier.

"Yes, avenge these innocent people!"

There was a lot of war on the scene. Ecuat knew that this incident had become not easy. The thugs snatched away the children, which must have a greater purpose, but now Ecuat has no choice.

"Get on the car. Let's continue chasing!" Ecuat said: "Pick up our weapons, and whenever we encounter gangsters, we will not leave any of them! Notify our station and tell them everything that is happening here!"

The motor roared and the car continued to chase forward.

The driver stepped on the accelerator hard. The engine roared loudly, and everyone was in a heavy mood.

The sky gradually darkened and was almost about to catch up with the national border. It seemed that these people were infiltrated from Iran?

"Boom!" At this moment, suddenly, the car in front turned into a fireball with the sound.

Landmines! Someone buried mines here!

The soldiers of an infantry squad in the car in front died bravely with the explosion of the mine. Although this was a military off-road heavy truck, they could not withstand the explosion of the mine. Moreover, judging from the power of the explosion, it should be an anti-armored landmine!

"Quick, get out!" Ecuat behind him shouted, almost the same as the process of ambushing the Soviet convoy. In front of him was a mine explosion, killing the first car, and then some guys carrying rocket launchers would surge on both wings to destroy other vehicles with long dragons.

At this time, you must be fast!

Sure enough, as soon as he was holding his rifle, he jumped out of the carriage and saw someone standing up in the nearby field, and a fire was striking on his shoulders.

"Dada." Although Ecuat was the company commander, he also carried an automatic rifle, which was almost completely instinctive conditioning. He turned on his insurance, aimed, and shot in one go. He shot at the opposite person at three points.

The man was beaten to take two steps back and fell to the ground, while the rpg rocket was flying quickly.

Almost brushing the edge of the carriage, the rocket flew past, and then flew for more than ten meters to explode.

Ecuat was very nervous. If the other party fought more accurately just now, the truck would be reimbursed.

Countless heads appeared on the fields around them, and they formed a siege of surround the convoy and launched an attack on this side without fear of death.

"Use cars as cover, shoot in self-defense, call for support!" Ecuat said.

There seemed to be at least 200 militants surrounding him! The other party was better than his own in terms of numbers, and he was still careless.

As long as you hold on, the support from the rear will arrive for at most half an hour.

"Ah." Just after saying this, a soldier next to Ecuat screamed and fell down.

Sniper! There are many snipers hidden by the other party! Ecuat immediately understood. In such an encounter, the sniper will also play a big role. Who is the other party? How can we get so many snipers?

The soldiers around Ecuat kept falling down, and he knew that he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on.

"Prepare to retreat! Let's break out!" Ecuat shouted, concentrating all the firepower of the entire company and breaking a gap!

The gunshots rang in the field for more than twenty minutes. When the subsequent troops arrived, only a few survivors were found, including company commander Ecuate, who were killed.

The opponent's combat power is very strong, this is a hard enemy! At the same time, the opponent's methods are also very cruel. You can actually do such a thing to ordinary people!

It was already dark, and in order to prevent falling into the other party's trap again, the local garrison did not choose to continue chasing.

The night was getting darker and deeper. Omar was sitting in the back seat of the pickup truck with an AK74 rifle, in high spirits. He really didn't expect that the first battle would be so happy! He actually wiped out a company of government troops!

Of course, in addition to the courage to fight on our own, this has a lot to do with these foreign snipers. These more than 20 snipers were almost fatal, and they destroyed nearly a hundred enemies!

"Bill, thank you for your help." Omar said to the people around him, the leader of these snipers.

"We are mercenaries, we get salaries and work hard for our employers." The other party said it very simply.

Mercenary? This is just a rhetoric. Even Omar knew that the other party came from the United States and was the most capable team among the US military, such as the Navy Seals, etc. Only they had this terrible combat power. They participated in the battle in the name of mercenaries, but did not ask Omar to pay them any compensation. Now Omar cannot come up with anything.

"Yes, you are a mercenary, and I still thank you." Omar said. Since the other party was unwilling to reveal his true identity, Omar was also very sensible.

The pickup truck pounded and drove into a camp.

It is located at the junction of Afghanistan, Iran and Turkmenistan, and is also a three-in-one area. It is most appropriate to set up a camp here. Once a large number of Afghan troops attack, they can enter Iran or Turkmenistan to hide at any time.

As soon as he entered here, Omar heard the crying sound. He couldn't help but frown. This guy, Fazar, can't even do such a small thing?

"Don't cry, don't cry!" Omar saw Fazar shouting at the children as he got out of the car.

In the past few days, a group of boys were caught from the village, the oldest was no more than fifteen years old, with a total of more than one hundred. In Omar's plan, these boys will also become his soldiers. After all, adults are not easy to fool, and children are easily brainwashed.

But unexpectedly, Fazar couldn't handle such a small matter.

"Fazar." Omar said to Fazar: "If you want to build our country, you need to wash it with blood, so that the country will be purer. The soldiers in front of us also need to use blood to let them know that only by obeying us can we survive."

After saying that, Omar took out a pistol and pulled the trigger at a crying child.

"Bang." With the gunshots, the child's head suddenly blossomed, and red blood and white brains were splashing everywhere.

"Whoever cries again, I will give him a bullet!" Omar held the gun and looked at the boys. Most of them were frightened, and only two children were still crying.

"You, use this gun to send both of these people to hell!" Omar said to the trembling boy closest to him.

The boy took two steps back in horror.

"Bang." As the gunshots were heard, the boy also fell down.

"You, use this gun to send both of these people to hell!" Omar said to the next boy.

The boy trembled, took the pistol and pulled the trigger at the two crying boys.

"Bang, bang, bang." The gunshots kept ringing, and the sound of hammering was hitting the sky. Blood was already everywhere on his body.

"Very good, what's your name?" Omar asked.

"Isham."
Chapter completed!