Firepower is king

Monkey is a natural warrior. He started out as a recruit. After four years of enlistment, he applied to join the SEALs. He joined the SEALs in the first trial and wanted to become a member of the SEALs. He served in the SEALs for seven years and served as the commander of a team for five years. time.

Monchi is not the kind of person who can command thousands of troops in battle. His education level determines his upper limit. Throughout his life, he can only be a squad commander.

Looking at it from another direction, Monchi is already extremely familiar with team-scale battles. He knows how to fight a small-scale special operation with his eyes closed.

When to enter, when to withdraw, what battles can be fought, and what battles cannot be fought. If these cannot be understood, then Monchi is not worthy of being the best grassroots commander.

Just like now, although he was extremely unwilling, Monchi knew that he could no longer fight.

The first is the question of whether it is worth it. More than thirty people have died for the king's defense. This is more than half of his men, and it is still the best.

Morris invested too much money into this team, but Monchi was the one who put the most effort into it.

Morris only provided money, Monchi did provide his life.

Monchi borrowed Morris's hand to raise his own troops, and Morris borrowed Monchi's force to do his own arms trade, but if everyone died here, everything would be over.

The right choice must be made.

Meng Qi whispered on the walkie-talkie: "Retreat! Retreat! Retreat in an orderly manner! Four groups will cover and kill the enemies who dare to pursue, and three groups will retreat with the wounded."

"The bodies of brothers..."

Someone shouted something on the intercom, but he immediately fell silent.

It was a wish to take away the bodies of the brothers, but it was a reality that more people would die if the bodies were shot. In the face of reality, the wish had to be ignored and suppressed.

It doesn't matter, the brothers' bodies will be recovered.

Monchi opened the car door and put the mutilated corpse next to him into the car door. He didn't care at all that his clothes got wet and his shoes were stained by the slipped internal organs.

But Munch panicked as he watched his brother's entrails slide to the floor.

"Jerry, oh no, Jerry..."

Monchi didn't cry, he was just a little sad. He put his brother's legs into the back seat of the car, then he pushed his brother into the car. Then he picked up the organ that had fallen outside the car and threw it randomly in the car.

In fact, there was no concept of leaving a whole corpse, but Monchi didn't know how to deal with a corpse with half of the abdomen and half of the chest cavity smashed. He had seen corpses more mutilated than this, but those corpses were not his brothers.

Monkey just didn’t know if he should tear out his brother’s intestines, so he chose to pick him up and put him in the car.

One of his subordinates saw this scene. He was a veteran, but he stood there blankly, looking at Monkey with his whole body trembling, motionless and not knowing what he was thinking.

"Retreat, I said retreat! Take all the corpses that can be taken away, we retreat, change the equipment and come back!"

Mengqi didn't get angry or yell. He just calmly said to his men who were standing still due to fear or other reasons: "We lost this battle. It doesn't matter. Change the equipment and we'll come back again!"

Monchi stretched out his right hand and unfastened the Velcro of his right glove with his left hand. Then he pulled off the glove and threw it to the ground.

The gloves were full of blood, and maybe something else, and they were so wet and uncomfortable, but this was not the main reason. The main reason was that Monchi wanted to make a phone call.

The attack was resolute, but the retreat was faster.

Facts have proved once again, and facts have proved countless times that no matter how elite the troops are, no matter how tough or cruel the team is, it is incomprehensible when facing an opponent that cannot be measured by common sense. The main reason is that every attack will involve all the troops. When fighting to the death, morale will collapse and the will to fight will collapse.

And it collapsed at an extremely fast speed.

What to do if we don't withdraw? This battle can't be fought. Who will we let go? Who will we let rush into the military camp to die?

This is not an army, this is an arms dealer's private army

, no one here pursues honor, and no one here is restricted by military courts. Monchi can make people fight, but he cannot make people die.

Therefore, we can only withdraw, even if the numbers are still superior, even if the firepower is sufficient, and there is still a lot of heavy firepower that has not been used, it is meaningless, and we can only withdraw now.

The deadly field of Mad Dog is incomprehensible, but the explosion of two directional mines is the last straw that breaks the camel's back. As long as there is no certainty whether there are directional mines when entering the military camp, the battle will be completely unwinnable.

As a commander, you must recognize reality.

Monchi slammed the car door with his gloved left hand, then took out the phone from his pocket with his clean right hand. He looked at the position of the rapidly retreating vehicle.

It's time to retreat.

"drive."

Monkey ordered the subordinate closest to him. He held the phone in his right hand, so he bit the Velcro of his left glove with his teeth.

The gloves smelled strange, blood, and a faint odor.

Monchi bit his glove and pulled it off. Then he opened the car door with his left hand, but he did not get in the car immediately. Instead, he watched the convoy disperse. His men fired at the barracks door and continued to suppress the enemy. Machine gunner, don't give him a chance to shoot.

The satellite phone held in his right hand made a call. At the same time, Monkey got into the car and closed the door heavily.

The smell in the car was terrible, but Monchi couldn't feel it at this time.

The call was connected, and Monkey heard Morris' cheerful voice.

"Is it done?"

Morris sounded relaxed, and he certainly didn't realize what was happening because Monchi always reported success and never said anything else.

"I am a monkey and my operation failed."

Meng Qi's voice was still cold and restrained, not at all like he had suffered a disastrous defeat.

Morris was extremely surprised and said: "Failed? Did you let the mad dog escape? Well, it doesn't matter, we have no chance to kill him."

The car started to drive, Monchi waited for Morris to finish speaking, and then he still said calmly: "We didn't let the mad dog escape. We found the mad dog, but he ambushed him. Now, all the weapons in my hand are reloaded. The commandos are all dead, more than thirty of them, and a few more injured. Now I only have about twenty or so of them who can continue to fight, so I am the one who is running away. I have to lead them to retreat, otherwise Maybe I won’t be able to leave.”

"Oh... Shet! Shet! Oh my god, Fake!"

Morris rarely loses his composure, but he was extremely shocked now. After a series of swear words, he finally said: "Why is this happening?"

Meng Qi took a deep breath of the blood-smelling air, his voice trembled slightly, and said: "Because a mad dog is... a mad dog is... a mad dog... ....."

"A mad dog is a mad dog?"

Meng Qi slowly exhaled and said: "The intelligence said that Mad Dog is a very powerful gunman. He had a very proud battle record in Baghdad, but we have not seen his battle record, so we all think that he is a very powerful gunman." , but that’s not the case. The fact is that Mad Dog is far more powerful than we imagined. He is invincible at close range! Do you understand?

There are many good ones, just as there are many soldiers who can be called good warriors, but no one is invincible unless he is not human.

"I should have just killed him last time!"

Yes, Morris had the opportunity to kill Mad Dog, but he was forced to do so because of pressure.

In fact, Monchi wanted to say this even more, because the mad dog was under his gun last time and did not dare to move. If he had ignored Morris' pressure, then this kind of thing would not have happened now.

It's a pity that Morris is a businessman first and he has to think about business.

Now Morris had to make a choice. He chose to nip a rapidly rising competitor in the cradle even if he offended many people.

But the problem is that Morris thinks that the mad dog is still a baby in the cradle, but he is really waiting for him to kill him.

Then he discovered that a mad dog could shatter his teeth and bite off his hand.

Morris was heartbroken and regretful, but what he should consider now was the future, so he could only whisper: "Withdraw first, and then we will find an opportunity. This time the trouble is a bit big, and we have to find a way to deal with the pressure from both sides. "

Monkey said very calmly: "Jerry is dead."

"Well, what did you say?"

"I said Jerry is dead."

Munch was calm as he spoke these words, but Morris's voice began to tremble.

"Uh, Shet, are you... okay?"

Morris had reason to be worried.

Munch served in the army for eleven years, and he and Jerry were comrades for ten of them. Munch retired and Jerry also retired. Munch worked for Morris, and Jerry worked for Munch.

In fact, it shouldn’t be said that Jerry works for Monchi. It should be said that Jerry chose to follow Monchi in order to continue to partner with him. This is the relationship between the two of them.

"King's Defense had a very good machine gunner, and he fired a long burst, and Jerry pushed me away, and he died."

Meng Qi still spoke indifferently, he paused, and then continued: "Now you, the mad dog, can only live one, right?"

Morris had many choices. One failure did not have a decisive impact on him. He could choose to continue to fight Mad Dog, but he could also choose to call a truce immediately, apologize, give up some of his benefits, or simply negotiate a peace and take a few coins. It's okay to retire with more money than you can spend in your lifetime. Morris still has options.

But when Monkey asked this question, Morris was silent. He hesitated for a long time and found that when Monkey asked this question, he had no other way and no choice.

Morris took a breath, and then he said seriously: "Yes, only one of me and Mad Dog can survive!"

Meng Qi whispered: "Prepare a face mask, I need it right away. Go buy a face mask, no, go and customize a face mask. Also, go and customize bulletproof goggles right away. They are three times thicker and protect your face." The mask and bulletproof glasses must be able to withstand 5.56mm direct fire. Don’t care about weight or cost, I just want to be fast.”