Battlefield Contractor

Many consecutive attacks failed to achieve results, which made Gusmeoz extremely ugly. He is not a handsome boy himself, and his angry face is even more daunting. "Damn it, who are they? Two hours repelled our many attacks."

"Looking at them, it can't be an Iraqi government army, and it won't be a Kurdish." One of the men whispered, "The group of people can't fight without this group. To be honest, they can fight too much."

"Then who are they, the American special team? Or the British air crew?" Gusmeoz paced back and forth.

"It's impossible. If the Americans have been surrounded for so long, their air support would have come long ago. We can't hold their aerial gunboats." A mercenary said, "They look like mercenaries too. Very likely. It's a large military company. Why do we have to kill them?"

"Are you stupid? These people came for us. They already know that we are here. Now the evacuation path has been blocked by the Iraqi coalition forces. If they are not resolved, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, maybe even longer. We will I was carried away by the pot, do you understand, even the pot," Gusmerz said loudly.

"Then why don't we evacuate here?"

"Do you think I don't want to? But now the Iraqi coalition forces have blocked the evacuation road. Do you know how many people they have and what equipment? We forced their blockade line to find death. The only way is to stay in this village and pretend to be here. Residents. They think this is a Kurdish village and won't search for it." Gusmerz said anxiously, "But because of these people, our hiding plan will be ruined. Unless we take them down and end the battle."

"Can we let the guys in the city come out and help?"

"Are you a pig brain? The coalition has already reached Mosul, and the extremists are overwhelmed. You think they can help, even if they can help me, they don’t need them. At this time, what we need most is to be with them. Get rid of the relationship." Gusmeoz paced back and forth. "How many of us are there?"

"More than fifty people." The mercenary whispered.

"Count all the drivers of the transport team, and count all the men who can take weapons! Desperate to take down the opposite group of people for me." Gusmeoz said viciously.

"The driver of the transport team also come?" The mercenary frowned.

"We are mercenaries, and not a logistics company. Trafficking supplies to those extremists is only part of the business. Who the **** stipulates that drivers don't have to fight?" Gusmerz roared.

"Yes, boss, I will make arrangements." The mercenary didn't dare to say anything, and turned and walked out.

Gusmeoz still kicked the chair irritably, "What a bastard, everything is going wrong this time."

Lin Rui was greeting the other team members, "Retreat. We can't hold on here anymore. We must go inside the town. By the way, we must clean the battlefield and pick up everything that is useful to us. Our ammunition is tight and must be refilled at any time . Hey, don't move this corpse." He stopped Sergey from turning the corpse on the ground. "Okay." Sergey shrugged.

"Well, everyone retreat and go to town." Lin Rui patted their shoulders. "We have beaten them back, but they will come again soon. We must be prepared. Sleeping and rest may not work, but at least we can eat something, go to the toilet and so on."

His words caused a burst of laughter, and in a difficult environment, this laughter could only be used as a temporary relaxation. They all knew Lin Rui's intentions and the heaviness in his eyes. Jiang An whispered, "It's five o'clock now, and it will be dark soon, and their advantages will be lost. Once it gets dark, our opportunity will come."

"I need to contact Kebain." Lin Rui took the communication headset from Jiang An.

"I'm here, Captain Rick. I heard that you have suffered an accident. What is the current situation? Your voice sounds terrible." Cobain whispered.

"The situation is not optimistic. We are surrounded by Gusmeoz's mercenary forces. We are currently barely supporting. We have to survive until dark to have a chance, but from the current point of view, I am afraid it is difficult. Can you help me figure it out. Is there any way to reduce the pressure?" Lin Rui whispered.

"This is probably very difficult. Our people rarely operate in Iraq. Moreover, the US military has made it clear that they seem to have no connection with this mission, so they will not provide any assistance." Cobain said with some difficulty.

"Well, then go to burn incense and worship Buddha. Or you can pray for us." Lin Rui sighed.

"I regret the captain, I can try to think of something, but it may not work." Cobain gritted his teeth.

"I understand, really, Cobain, I know you are not omnipotent. We all have limitations." Lin Rui whispered, "That's it, it's over."

He shut down the communication, and he became confused. He also knew that under such circumstances, Cobain alone could not provide any help. Even if people can be mobilized from other places to help, they will not be able to come until tomorrow. After all, this is Iraq, not Africa.

Lincoln walked over and whispered, "We have shrunk our defenses and adopted flexible defenses. We have placed our personnel in the middle of the town, very close to the residential area in the southwest corner of the town. If it is not possible, we can still retreat into the residential area. . Use the complex terrain to deal with them. It only takes two hours and it will be dark."

Lin Rui nodded, "How about the casualties?"

"Two people died on our side," Lincoln whispered.

"I have to add that black man who died beside me. He got a headshot. At least he didn't suffer too much." Lin Rui whispered. "I haven't come to remember his name."

"His name is Riley, British, twenty-five years old. I remember that I personally selected each of them into Group B." Lincoln whispered.

Lin Rui was silent for a while, "After a while, let your person be in charge of the flank and hand over the main attack direction to our group A."

"It's not necessary. Because we know what we will face since we walked this way." Lincoln whispered.

"This is an order. The time they have joined is too short. It's not to adapt to such a fight." Lin Rui looked at him.

"But everyone has to adapt, because the phrase survival of the fittest also applies to mercenaries." Lincoln whispered, "You have done enough. This is not your responsibility, but our destiny. We are. We have all seen blood, life and death. So no matter what the final destiny is, we can accept it with confidence."

Lin Rui didn't say anything, just pressed the bullets one by one in the magazine.