Chapter 81 Disaster
The disposal of corpses was a big problem. The lurkers were unwilling to spend more time, so they drove to a corner at the northernmost side of the station and piled them up there. The Rabyana Desert would be the best cemetery for them. It would not take long for them to become mummies, which would not pollute the environment or produce corpse poison.
The supplies in the base were looted by the lurkers, who wanted to collect everything they could use before the Libyan government forces arrived . The spoils included some weapons and equipment, as well as some diamonds, jewelry and other things.
"Oh my god, this is a good thing!" An excited voice came from a military warehouse, holding a saber covered with white powder and calling Zhao Ziyang: "Boss, the military warehouse, we found some good stuff here. "
Rifling happened when he accidentally bumped into a wall and discovered that the wall was hollow. Sensing something was wrong, he removed the bricks and found a batch of neatly stacked oil paper packages.
The oil paper packages were filled with heroin, a huge pile that must have weighed at least a hundred kilograms.
Heroin is indeed a good thing. It is one of the few black market commodities in the world that is valuable and in great demand. If hundreds of kilograms of heroin are sold to the United States, Canada, and Europe, its value far exceeds the price of the same weight of gold.
If we only calculate the price of 600 yuan for the heroin that is initially processed from Southeast Asia to China, the price of 100 kilograms of heroin is 60 million yuan. This is only the price of the initial processing. Generally, the heroin that flows into China from Southeast Asia will be purified again and transferred to the North American market. The price per gram can be sold for 600 or 800 US dollars. This kind of heroin is called China white, which refers to the extremely pure heroin that flows into China.
Due to the difference in geographical location, this batch of heroin should eventually flow to the European market. If calculated in euros, the value can only be higher, not lower.
Zhao Ziyang and others who came to inquire were surprised to see the piles of heroin. These heroin were exchanged for drug dealers on the black market, which was enough to increase their military expenditure for expansion. This was not heroin, but two military bases, or three military satellites, and a batch of the most advanced weapons and equipment.
Pandora picked up a little heroin and put it in her mouth, using her tongue to taste the purity of the heroin. Then she opened her mouth and spit out the heroin in her mouth with a smile on her face: "The purity is very high, reaching European standards. Even if these heroin are sold at a low price, they can be exchanged for 100 million US dollars. Boss, we have made a fortune."
"Load it." Zhao Ziyang waved his hand, indicating that the 100 million US dollars worth of heroin should be loaded into the truck and taken away.
Generally speaking, when there is a windfall, there is a windfall. This seems to be an iron rule. Just when the heroin was fully loaded into the car and was about to be taken back, something strange happened.
"Bang!" A dull gunshot rang out, tearing the long-peaceful garrison apart.
Omo, who was carrying the last batch of heroin, fell heavily to the ground, screaming in pain, with blood gushing out of his thigh.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The devil with Omo shouted, reached out and grabbed Omo's bulletproof vest and pulled him backwards.
The moment they were sniped by the enemy, Pandora and Flashpoint simultaneously raised their sniper rifles and shot in the direction from which the sniper attack came.
“Bang! Bang !”
Two sniper bullets were fired, and the two men rolled on the ground at the same time to change their sniper points, hiding themselves with the help of the corner of the warehouse.
At the same time, other lurkers quickly entered combat positions and searched for the enemy with the help of night vision goggles.
Omo was pulled by the devil to the back of a Hummer and received emergency treatment.
"Puff! Puff!..." The blood spurting out from Omo's thigh made a puffing sound and could not be blocked at all.
"Boss, boss, Omo's right leg aorta was severed by a bullet. He needs emergency treatment. He needs emergency treatment!" The devil, with sweat all over his forehead, reported the situation to Zhao Ziyang.
But now there is no way to bring Omo back to Kufra City for surgery. First, time does not allow it, and second, there are countless enemies ambushing outside, and it is impossible to break out. The night brings convenience to them, and also to the enemy.
"Listen." Zhao Ziyang said calmly into the radio: "I will count to three, and then you rush over with Omo, do you understand?"
"Huff... Got it! " The devil took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, and then opened them suddenly, waiting for Zhao Ziyang's countdown.
"Uh..." Omo's voice came from the radio. His right leg, which was shot, could not move at all, and his body felt cold, as if he was on the Siberian ice field.
"Car, car... Damn, car!" Omo, with sweat on his face, pointed at the steering wheel of the car and warned the devil.
"Damn it, I know this is a car! You'd better hold on, or I'll chase you to hell and kill you." The devil, who was holding Omo tightly by the chest with one hand, cursed Omo, with the tension on his face undisguised.
They were twenty meters away from the warehouse, and there were no tactical shelters within the twenty-meter range, which meant that he had to rush through the twenty-meter distance with Omo to reach the warehouse. But how could the snipers hiding in the dark let them pass through the twenty meters smoothly? The death surface was greater than the survival surface, but if they didn't rush through, the death surface would be greater. The Hummer was very vulnerable to various special sniper bullets and could not provide them with absolute safety.
"Damn it, start the car!" Omo couldn't help but sit up to remind the devil, but his sitting body pulled on the wound, causing his facial muscles to twitch again.
"boom……"
Realizing what Omo meant, the devil reached out and turned the car key to start the car. The Hummer let out a low roar, and the headlights turned on, shining directly at the warehouse.
"Countdown: three, two, one!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
Gunshots suddenly rang out, and the lurking mercenaries in the warehouse opened fire at the same time to create conditions for the Devil and Omo and cover their retreat.
At the same time, the devil used half a piece of steel wire to hold the accelerator of the Hummer, allowing the Hummer to move forward at a constant speed, and dragged Omo's huge body back to the warehouse at the speed of the Hummer.
"boom!"
An armor-piercing bullet penetrated the car body directly and flew past the devil's head.
A strong airflow rushed towards the devil's head, making him feel dizzy.
"Keep your body down!" Zhao Ziyang shouted.
"boom!"
Another bullet pierced through the Hummer and shot towards the two people. This time the shooting direction was at the height of the devil's head. Fortunately, the devil crawled on the ground at the moment Zhao Ziyang issued a warning and avoided this fatal bullet.
"Strategic south 2 o'clock, wind speed northwest, 7m/s!" Blade calmly reported the enemy sniper's location, wind direction and customs.
“Bang! Bang!”
Pandora and Flashpoint's sniper rifles simultaneously shot out flames towards the sniper's position, suppressing the opponent's firepower.
The sniper in the dark stopped moving, and taking this opportunity, the Devil pulled Omo and moved fifteen meters under the cover of the Hummer.
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" Zhao Ziyang waved vigorously at the devil.
At the twelve o'clock position, a very familiar firelight reflected in Zhao Ziyang's eyes, stimulating his pupils to shrink instantly.
“Bang!” “Puff!…”
A stream of blood spurted out from the devil's back, and he fell heavily to the ground.
"No!" Blade cried out in pain, clinging to the wall and looking at the fallen devil.
“Shut up!” Zhao Ziyang cursed Blade heavily, and said to Omo in a hurry: “Omo, listen, now you have to drag the devil back, the lives of both of you are in your hands!”
The two were only five meters apart, just a matter of two or three steps. However, even these two or three steps were not enough for Zhao Ziyang and others in the warehouse to rush out to rescue them.
"boom!"
A steel core armor-piercing bullet hit the Humvee's engine directly, forcing the Humvee to stop and control the five-meter distance.
“Bang!” “Puff!”
Gunshots rang out again, and a bullet pierced Omo's left leg again, completely cutting off Omo's ability to crawl forward with the help of his strong body.
Then there was a moment of silence, and more than one sniper in the darkness quickly adjusted their sniping positions, waiting for the next sniper attack.
"Bastard!" Zhao Ziyang cursed angrily and punched the wall hard.
This is fishing, the most commonly used trick in combat, and one of the most classic tactics of snipers. They deliberately injure the enemy severely but do not kill him, and then kill the reinforcements one by one when the enemy comes to rescue. People are all made of flesh and blood, and you can't watch your comrades in arms always in danger. You want to rescue them, but you will die as soon as you enter the enemy's shooting range.
This is the most sinister and vicious trick, no less than placing the parents of enemy generals on the city wall to attract the enemy to die during the war in ancient times. But you have to fall into the trap of the enemy, you will not watch your comrades seriously injured and killed, you will think of giving it a try.
"Ugh..." The devil groaned and raised his head in pain.
The bullet penetrated his right chest, and it was an ordinary bullet. He and Omo were used as bait, so naturally they would not be killed, but would only be seriously injured.
"Boss, don't worry about us." Omo endured the severe pain, raised his head and shouted to Zhao Ziyang in the corner of the warehouse.
He knew that he and the devil had become bargaining chips for the other party to fish, and he also knew that his comrades would try every means to rescue them. But all this was useless, the enemy hiding in the dark had already completely controlled them, waiting to snipe them one by one.
"Flash Point!" Zhao Ziyang turned around with a grim face and asked Flash Point.
"The sniper's position is unknown and cannot be locked."
"identity!"
"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the defender." Flashpoint continued calmly, "The first sniper shot at the two o'clock position crippled Omo's thigh. The second shot was fired forty-eight seconds later to disrupt our judgment and create conditions for the sniper at the twelve o'clock position. The third method completely distracted our thoughts and focused our attention on her position. This is in line with the bold and careful sniping style of the Fox Hunter, especially the small angle of no more than 15 degrees, which is the habit of the Fox Hunter."
The sniper's choice of sniping point is very important. Before the sniping mission, he will choose more than three points for his sniping. Generally, these three sniping points will present a large angle, that is, the distance between the points will be larger, which will make it easier for the enemy to figure out his position.
The choice of a small angle sniper point is usually a method used by very confident and arrogant snipers. Night Rose Angel is a typical choice of a small angle sniper point. The advantage of a small angle is that it is fast and can end the battle as quickly as possible, making up for the unexpected situations that may occur when a sniper fights for a long time.
"Yes, it's the Defender, the Fox Hunter." Pandora nodded and looked at the twelve o'clock position and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Parker-Hale M85 7.62mm light sniper rifle, 100% hit rate for the first shot at a distance of 600 meters, a sniper rifle commonly used by Fox Hunters. But..."
Pandora was silent for a moment, her eyes emitting murderous intent, and she said to Zhao Ziyang in a cold voice that was almost out of tune: "The twelve o'clock sniper is someone we are all familiar with, and he is also our former comrade-in-arms - Mandragora!"
As soon as these words were spoken, various expressions appeared in the eyes of the lurker members, some complicated, some sad, some hostile, but more of them were anger.
