With the help of the wounded, Qi Tianlin slowly walked into this small building with a completely identical shape and structure that he lived in...

Several combatants turned around and looked at him. Their eyes were mainly habitually focused on his rifle, which was similar to the average civilian who observed the other party’s wealth and car and watch. The favorite thing about these PMCs was to observe what guns the other party was carrying. Those with rich experience and knowledge were basically able to tell at a glance what the other party came from and what level they were.

The rifle on Qi Tianlin's body is extended and heavy, and the free-floating tube body is freely floating. No matter how the company's gunsmiths cover up its origin, several basic advanced features are exposed, especially the last modified FI rubber grip, which is specially suitable for the palm size of Asians, just like the Ferrari in a car. Even though it is gray and covered with tape, it is not difficult to see that it is not an ordinary product.

So I received a few nods with admiration...

Qi Tianlin nodded in response, and was about to help the wounded to the corner of those non-combatants, the wounded quickly refused: "I was shot there just now..." The walls were actually hollow bricks, and there was also the possibility of being occasionally penetrated.

Qi Tianlin was very happy and helped him slowly go to the basement. A PMC was guarding there. Seeing that the wounded had been bandaged, he nodded and let them go.

The following is similar to what they made. They also try to hold the floor with what they can find. A few carpets are neatly placed on the ground. Now there are more than ten or twenty Arabs sitting in densely. When they saw the wounded, they didn't mean to help. They just watched it and even ignored it.

There are levels everywhere. The wounded man seems to be just a low-level person who is not qualified to enter the basement. Now it is not worthy of the care of those elders who are obviously dressed in high-end clothes. So Qi Tianlin helped him find an open space beside the stairs and lie down slowly. While whispering to ask about the injuries in skillful Arabic, he slowly looked at the people around him...

In the past, his Arabic level was similar to that of Xiang Zuo, so he could only stammer and speak some daily words. How could he be so skillful? So if he faced a director who was familiar with him, this would be a cover-up move...

With the dim camp lamp, looking roughly, it was almost all Arabs. Qi Tianlin was sure that there was no one he wanted to find. Seeing that the wounded should be able to survive, he straightened up and prepared to go out.

But the corner of his eyes casually glanced at the basement again. There was a disharmonious detail that made him stop. There was a desert-colored M4 rifle silencer in the middle of the Arabs.

There are more Russian weapons in the whole Syrian Syria. Such things appear here, and there are PMCs mixed in it?

So in the spirit of not missing the passing by, he pretended to be a little tired, and sat down against the wall to take a deep breath to adjust his heart rate, squinted his eyes and slowly looked at everyone in the room.

This time I looked very carefully. The entire basement was twenty-three people, and they sat a little crowded, but there were three people sitting against the wall, which were obviously leaders. Their sitting posture was still relatively wide, and they also had the kind of soft-cushioned elbow support. After all, the leader was the leader, and he had to be much more peaceful in both manner and expression. He sat cross-legged there calmly, unlike some people who were still nervous and fluctuating with the sound of gunfire around him.

Qi Tianlin did not pay attention to these fluctuations, and focused on observing the twenty-three people with non-Arab blood appearances...

After a closer look, three or four of them, with beards, beards and red and white plaid headscarves, had suspicious identities!

Similar to the red and white plaids on his face, they were all headscarves that Syrians like to wear. However, after careful analysis, the three or four people were definitely not Arabs, but their messy beards, their drooping eyes and almost the same costumes hid them in it, making Qi Tianlin, who had just watched it, almost said.

He dressed almost the same, and he was also an old suit, but the slightly raised robe inside exposed the hidden tactical vest inside. With the M4 rifle that leaned against his hand or by the wall, his identity was definitely not the local guard of his country.

Are the people here so important? Do you still need to hide your personal guards inside?

Qi Tianlin had to be a little alert. Although he was definitely not an enemy, he could not stay in this posture for too long, otherwise he would definitely doubt his motives.

I confirmed that there should be no director among those people. Qi Tianlin got up and carried a rifle and left this somewhat mysterious basement. He wanted to throw a grenade in when he left. He was fond of trouble now. It is his favorite thing to do now. This will probably make the people who contribute money and efforts behind him vomit three liters of blood...

In the end, you should use your hands that cannot receive money to restrain yourself and don’t mess around.

Qi Tianlin, who was smiling, climbed out of the basement and looked at the PMCs outside, walked out of the small building casually, leaned against the wall here, and continued to wait for the opportunity to enter the other two buildings to find out.

There was still a simple report from Yaya in the headset: "No one found..." He kept observing the cripple.

Mark focused on the battle situation: "There should be more than ten people killed and injured. Now they are surrounded and not attacking here. It seems that they still didn't expect the resistance to be so strong, so they are a little scared."

Qi Tianlin didn't care about the attack from the beginning and continued to call Ji Dongyang, but did not respond.

The two people there have decided to give up the idea of ​​catching another person. It is really not good to start among hundreds of people in broad daylight, so they have to retreat in disappointment, but they are not willing to leave like this, so they simply retreat a little further and look for an opportunity to kill one or two special characters.

Because they were too close just now, the two of them had ordinary models of M4 rifles without mufflers. If they were found out when they were fired rashly, the hut would be easily surrounded and there would be no place to escape.

The cat's waist traveled between the earthen houses for hundreds of meters before the two began to turn around and look for the shooting position, which was more than 200 meters away. For this non-high-precision Chinese-made M4 rifle, it was a bit of a chance.

The two of them were not nervous, separated the distance, and looked twenty meters tall. They first fired about two shots at the wall of the target at a similar distance, and tested the ballistics. Because there were always various crackling sounds of gunfire around them, no one noticed these shots, and found the right position of the shooting, and then they determined their shooting targets on the intercom and began to adjust their breathing and shoot with their breath holding their breath...

This kind of thing like sniper rifle is actually quite painful. In particular, the M4 rifle is still a gun with a short aiming baseline. The aiming is slightly deviated by one millimeter, and the size is enlarged to a few hundred meters away and the position of several people is the position of several people!

However, the environmental requirements are not high, so the two of them were shameless and used test shots and adjustments. They slightly adjusted the ballistic while shooting, instead of aiming completely from the gun. As a result, one shot about ten times and forced three guys dressed differently from tribal armed forces. Then they looked at each other happily and quickly turned around and ran away along the messy bungalow area!

The two PMC novices who are gradually adapting to this kind of unscrupulous PMC who are only combat-style. They really didn't expect that their behavior would immediately cause the opponent's attack to be paralyzed!

There were only six or seven people cheering on the side of the ridge and commanding the tribe armed forces to disperse the attack. In fact, these militants had not received any rigorous military training and were a little confused. If they were dispersed too wide, they would be unable to restrain themselves. They had to choose such a concentrated attack.

But it would be fine to concentrate the attack, and the personnel came in a long and scattered manner. Some arrived first, and some later failed to form an attack fist, but the firepower was strong. They even brought two small mortars, but now it seems that it is really difficult to enter the resort!

The elder of the tribe was a little anxious when he saw his people losing their lives below. He quickly raised the price and urged him to step up his manpower and increase the attack. Anyway, the fight had already started, so don't lose all the effort... Just when there was a bit of a stalemate, three people suddenly fell down for no reason!

One of them is the leader among these six or seven!

This sudden cold gun almost defeated the confidence of the tribal elder who was already swaying... and began to shout and call his own people to retreat!

This is a common situation in informal army. It has no fighting spirit or cohesion. It depends entirely on the words of the elders. It is like the bandits of the Chinese country back then, and it is passed down in one mouthful. With such a thrilling transmission, no matter what tribe it is, it is starting to retreat...

It comes like a tide, and goes like a tide...

Those who can carry away the body of the wounded, and those who cannot carry it away will be thrown away. After the fire ceases, they will come to the door to negotiate and drag it away.

The PMCs of the resort on the ridge were so surprised that they looked at the militants who had just attacked the sky and started running back all over the mountains. Most of them also stopped wasting bullets, knowing that this group was over.

Ji Dongyang and Xiangzuo had already run back to the car they hid, considering whether to drive away and wait to see the situation, or take a detour to see if they could enter, they were surprised to see hundreds of militants climbing over the ridge, rushing over, running onto the road, climbing onto various means of transportation, and starting to leave in a mess!

The two of them hurriedly hid behind the car to avoid being affected. If the engine was not turned off, they hid in the bungalow area and observed secretly.

Just like what Qi Tianlin is doing now!

I didn't wait for any opportunity to go to another small building to see, but the people in the small building behind me suddenly started to walk out...

First, three or four PMCs came out to guard, and then more than a dozen opposition figures in Arab costumes lined up and started walking out.

Qi Tianlin didn't care at first, but when those leaders came out, he subconsciously took a few more glances and didn't leave his eyes...

Because one of the walking postures was clearly the same as the opposition leader who was stuffed into the micro submarine by the director that night!

Finally got closer!
Chapter completed!