Sure enough, in the evening and early the next morning, a group of reporters began to move here one after another. The originally tight housing became even more tense, and there were no single houses. It was good to find an empty room in the building. Later, some PMCs didn't care about starting to build floors in the aisles, and even a few PMCs who came finally had to sleep under the roof. However, for most people who had been on the battlefield, this was not a difficult condition.

At noon, I took turns to accompany the reporter to the restaurant for dinner. After returning, Mark frowned a little: "There are more than one hundred PMCs, except for the reporters, there are guards of the more famous opposition leaders. Two of them are from Germany. I made a statement and didn't say anything, but I was obviously more cautious. Their alertness was much stricter than that of the reporter's guards, which is a common phenomenon."

Xiang Zuo also added: "Almost all are a little nervous, they seem to have more information channels to show that the situation is serious."

Qi Tianlin and others understood that these PMCs who accompanied the opposition were basically supported by certain countries, so they naturally received more information than PMCs who came forward as companies. Consider: "I see that there is an underground leisure and entertainment room downstairs, or should I build fortifications below first? If there is really something, send the reporters to the fortifications and we wait for an opportunity to fight back, which may be much smaller worries?"

The other people nodded and said that they were all familiar, because the underground entertainment room had basically no windows. From the corridor, they hung the entire quilt with large pry-off nails to seal the aisle, hanging them layer by layer, putting two buckets of water next to them, and finally the basement door was also hung, which was hung in total for five floors. Once something was thrown on water, these things were the best things to prevent explosion shock waves.

I moved a few tall cabinets to cover the roof, and moved a few longer wooden pieces outside and placed them in the basement to form cross-supports. If the roof collapses, it will not collapse completely...

The reporter team was still desperate and let their bodyguards do whatever they wanted. They were in groups of two or three, and under the protection of one or two PMCs, they kept wandering outside. They caught people and interviewed and took photos. They also liked to gather a large group of people to shoot from some designed angles. Dozens also looked similar to hundreds or thousands of people!

Ji Dongyang was brave and drove away several times to the left. Because he stayed in Africa, he knew some Arabic and tried to expand his observation range.

Qi Tianlin likes to follow the reporters to interview, watch everywhere, and simply covers the lower half of his face with an Arabian scarf. He leans quietly against the door frame like a masked thief, glances at everyone around him, indoors and outdoors...

This is the third single house I came to today. On the floor covered with parquet floor tiles, a fine pattern carpet was spread out according to national customs. A vigorous old man who looked pretty good sat cross-legged on it. His clothes were obviously much more advanced than most people. He spoke slowly and was ups and downs. He should have received a higher education. He explained his political philosophy clearly in front of the camera and criticized the dirty and evil of the current government. Qi Tianlin was blocked under the scarf and was a little laughing, because he saw three assistants next to the camera constantly using white cardboard to remind him. One of them was dressed in an Arab, but if he analyzed it carefully, he showed that he was a Westerner regardless of his cheekbones or hair...

No matter how passionate these people say in front of the camera, they are just puppets supported by external forces to the front desk. Qi Tianlin really finds it interesting. He has witnessed political farces everywhere in the past two years. These people have played very seriously and enjoy themselves...

The soft echoes between the teams kept coming from the headphones. Mark and Henk were taking turns to rest, occasionally talking. Ji Dongyang and the others were at a distance, and there were sometimes breaks and sometimes, only Yaya, and they briefly reported every five minutes: "Everything is normal... no abnormal situation..."

Thunder always rises on the ground...

Qi Tianlin had just finished interviewing these four reporters and heard a dull tone in his ears!

Others are not familiar with them, and people like them who work hard on the battlefield are very familiar with them. This is when the mortar is shot out of the chamber, the air pressure of the cannon is suddenly released, but it is not as powerful as the cannon!

No one would play with this thing for no reason!

Qi Tianlin only came to the weakest one among the reporters. He was responsible for stretching his microphone to the vicissitudes of European handsome guy in front of the interviewer. He grabbed him, and when he pulled his body that was limp on the ground, he began to run towards his own single house, shouting: "Hurry! Don't pause! Hurry up...GO,GO,GO..." Every time he felt that this dog was really useful, much more enjoyable than walking and shouting in Chinese!

Although the three of them didn't know why, they naturally ran with each other. The work of the previous two days had already made them believe in their bodyguards enough. Although the resort looks peaceful now, there is no way to run for no reason...

This kind of running can tell the difference in physique. Qi Tianlin grabbed the guardrail of the rifle with one hand, which is the neck in front of the magazine seat, and held the handsome guy's armpit with the other hand, half-raising it. The one basically ran on tiptoe, like a fog flying in the clouds. The three reporters were a little fat in photography, and the lights and assistants were not heavy, so they reached out to take the camera. So except for the three of them suddenly started to pant like bellows, they could only hear the sound of Qi Tianlin's hiking boots constantly hitting the ground...

Immediately, the sound of the airflow of shells flying began to be heard by people in the entire resort!

First, it was screaming, like a whistle, and then it became shrill. When approaching, it felt completely compressed and extremely depressing!

The sound of explosions near the ground was like the sound of thousands of people tearing a piece of cloth together!

It was immediately like a blowout!

Countless armed personnel began to rush out of the buildings and began to look for hidden places, because in some people's eyes, in this relatively flat area, these two four-story buildings are definitely the primary target of shelling. Some experienced people also started running to the first floor or the basement, and most people still ran to the open area...

Why are you running there? Waiting to be named by snipers or riflesmen on the surrounding high ground?

Qi Tianlin secretly complained, and Yaya's voice came from his headphones: "It's south... the ridge on the left side of the entrance... someone started to appear! Again, it's the ridge on the left side outside the entrance of the resort!"

Mark and Henk's voice immediately turned to awake: "We have six protected people here, all moved to the basement!" After all, their top priority is to protect VIP customers.

Qi Tianlin responded: "I have four people here, crossing the garden passage, and there are still two hundred meters!"

For those four reporters, this is really a feeling of two hundred meters of life and death!

The flight speed of the shells was much faster than that of them. The sound of the mortar shells was not as exaggerated as the large-caliber shells. Qi Tianlin could almost tell that they were small-caliber mortar shells, but when they hit the resort, the shells were shells, which were completely different from bullets!

Perhaps there is no precise adjustment to bombard the world, or maybe it is just a random shot to create chaos, or it is more likely to be a test of the ballistics. In short, the shells fell randomly on an open space in the resort, more than 100 meters away from Qi Tianlin and the others!

In an instant, the soil and a few pieces of residual limbs were brought up!

Such shells are not enough to blow up the entire human body, but it is not difficult to tear the limbs, and besides shrapnel, there are shock waves!

With the first explosion on the ground, the gunshots followed began like fried beans...

Of course, there is also the essential squeak sound in the Arab region... Rocket attacks require a certain degree of professional knowledge compared to the curved accuracy of the mortar. Direct-firing weapons such as RPG are more popular with Arab militants who lack training. The proportion is very high. In some specially arranged attack activities, the ratio of rockets, machine guns, and rifles can reach 1:1:1, just like the mixed oil of golden dragon fish!

You should know that the ratio of the US military is only 1:2:7?

So the entire resort is simply a rocket amusement park, and it keeps smashing down from the hill...

Qi Tianlin felt that his shouting could no longer be heard by the reporters, so he could only reach out and hang the rifle around his neck. He paused and grabbed the photographer who was stumbling and followed, dragging and running quickly, and the other two were breathing hard to follow!

There will be no movies and TV shows, and they will only run wildly in a straight line!

In a daze, Qi Tianlin seemed to remember the night of running wild again, and it seemed that he was surrounded inexplicably... But now, at least there is a meat shield on one side?

While unable to stop thinking, I quickly crossed a distance of 200 meters. By the way, I passed two separate houses. PMC rushed out to build simple fortifications on the steps and began to look for small black dots rushing down from the hill to fight back...

Mark also rushed out to respond, and just under the steps of the single-family house, he held the M4 rifle and started toward the general direction a few hundred meters away. It was very cost-effective, dada...

Qi Tianlin stuffed the two of them through the door: "Go to the basement quickly!"

The host almost rolled and crawled down the stairs on the left side of the door. The cameraman leaned against the wall inside the door and gasped hard. He took the camera held by the assistant who rushed in with one hand, gritted his teeth, took off the cover of the lens, placed it on his shoulder, half kneeled on the ground, his throat was still retching, but his body moved out little by little, trying to find a camera to shoot.

The lighting engineer quickly took his light reflectors and other parts to the basement...

However, the assistant did not go down. He squatted behind and took the two helmets and bulletproof vests that Henk took out from the room. While helping the cameraman wear the helmet, he gasped and reported to the cameraman in a low voice: "When he was running just now, the machine was not turned off. The running scene that was shaking must be very impactful." He said that, his voice was still a little shaking and his teeth were a little bumpy!

The cameraman curled his lips: "It's outdated! That was the shooting technique a few years ago... Everyone in the audience knew it was for the effect!"

Mark looked at the cameraman a little stunned, and then Qi Tianlin, which meant that these people were too desperate!

Qi Tianlin didn't stop him. He just needs to do his own mission. If he is hit by a stray bullet, he will be in trouble...
Chapter completed!