Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 33 This road is blocked

The situation soon became clear.

Since the US army has a temporary military operation in the direction of Ramadi ahead and is encircling and suppressing an armed organization entrenched in that area, it is necessary to temporarily close this area and no one is allowed to leave or enter.

After hearing this, the cook could only order everyone to stay put.

Unexpectedly, the wait lasted four hours.

Until one o'clock at noon, the convoys on the road became longer and longer, but there was no sign of release at the checkpoint.

Only then did the cook become a little anxious.

"What happened?! The fight isn't over yet!?"

Looking around, the cook suddenly felt stressed.

Because there were cars and people all around, the whole road was packed with water.

Most of them are poor people, and there are also some military personnel.

As for which part of the military personnel they are, there is no way to figure out.

Iligo's situation is very complicated now.

The factions are quite armed.

Most armed factions that are pro-American will be incorporated into the police force or ICDC, and the elites of the former government forces will be incorporated into forces such as the ISF.

There are also many locals who will join the ranks of mercenaries because they are unemployed and have no jobs. To be precise, they are not even mercenaries at all, they are just private bodyguards. They just buy a tattered AK47 from the black market and some bullets. Started business opening.

Most of these lowest-level bodyguards serve local employers with a little money, and many of these small employers are unable to obtain gun licenses from the Temporary Management Commission, resulting in many working without a license.

At present, Iligo has very strict control over weapons. To hold a gun, you must have a gun license issued by the Interim Management Committee. Otherwise, when the coalition forces or troops such as ICDC and ISF check you and find that you do not have a gun license, you will be beaten as lightly as possible. He would be tied up immediately and taken back to prison. If someone got angry, he would be raped directly without any explanation at all.

Song Heping noticed that several people in the traffic had something to do with something. Although those who dared to follow the traffic and arrive here without running away when they saw the coalition checkpoint were generally not members of the resistance organization.

But who knows?

One more minute here is one more minute of danger.

Especially the daytime temperature here is extremely hot, nearly 50 degrees Celsius. People are most likely to become anxious in this environment.

The cook took Gray Wolf to the checkpoint, intending to check out the situation.

If the battle ahead in the direction of Ramadi is not fierce, the cook plans to continue moving forward with the convoy. After all, if he continues to wait, he may be delayed.

I don’t know how long the coalition’s operations here will last. There has to be an end, right?
We can't fight for a few days, and the team will wait here for a few days.

Then the meeting between VIP Angel and the informant tonight will be a disaster.

In this case, forget about the reward.

Before I even got to the checkpoint, I saw a few American soldiers with British troops rushing around the checkpoint, making noise there. The purpose was the same as my own, which was to ask the soldiers at the checkpoint to let them in, saying There is an urgent interview mission.

The dialogue between the two sides was very unfriendly and had a strong smell of gunpowder.

Maybe it's because the temperature is too high, or maybe the Daiying people don't have much affection for the Americans in their bones. Although the two are superficially an alliance, in the eyes of old nobles like Daiying, the Americans are just upstarts.

"We are reporters, reporters, understand?! You have no right to stop us!"

"If you have the ability to stop us here, why not go into Ramadi? If you have the ability to go in, what's the point of stopping us here?"

"That's right, you bunch of pigs, if you have the ability, go into Ramadi City and see if those Alibabas will beat you to the ground and make you hairy! You only know how to show off your power in front of reporters and civilians! What the heck? hero!"

The reporter with Ying was very excited.

Perhaps in their eyes, their press rights and British passport are supreme.

In the end, one of the reporters with the English name even cursed "cunt" (bitch).

American soldiers hate this word the most.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became tense.

An American soldier turned his gun and shouted at the British reporters, "What did you say?! What did you say?! Say it again!"

Before the reporter with the British could retort, he suddenly heard the machine gunner on the Humvee in front of the checkpoint responsible for guarding the direction of Ramadi start shouting.

"Stop! Stop the car in front! Stop! Stop now!"

Following his gaze, I saw several old cars driving from the direction of Ramadi, less than a hundred meters away from the checkpoint.

Although anti-horses have been placed on the road in front of the checkpoint, if the car is going to be rammed or if it is fully loaded with TNT or the like, or even equipped with a simple IED made of a 152-caliber shell, then when it detonates Enough to send half a checkpoint into the sky.

A military translator also yelled in loud Illigo to tell the vehicle to stop.

Maybe the people in the car didn't hear it clearly.

Maybe the people in the car were fleeing the war zone and were in a panic.

The car didn't slow down and headed straight for the checkpoint.

At a distance of fifty meters, the heavy machine gunner on the Humvee finally collapsed. Looking at the four approaching cars, he no longer cared about so much. The comrades who were killed in the suicide attack a few days ago had already ordered He had nightmares for several days.

So, the trigger was finally pressed.

All of it——all of it——

Everything——

The unique dull gunfire of M2HB rang out, and the heavy machine gun spit out tongues of death.

The glass of the first white car in front was instantly shattered, and then numerous bullet holes appeared in the car body. Blood spattered and the glass windows were all covered in red.

The car finally lost power and hit the side of the road. The hot radiator water spurted out and steam billowed out.

The cook cursed in a low voice in Russian: "Fuck me!"

Seeing this, the three cars behind also stopped.

Five or six civilian-looking locals in long robes rushed out of the car. Two of them were women. They howled and screamed. They ran to the first car, opened the door, and pulled the car from inside. A man who was already bloody and disfigured appeared, and a teenage girl was pulled out from the passenger seat...

Everyone who was in a fuss in front of the checkpoint suddenly became quiet at this moment.

The reporters with the British also stopped making trouble.

One of them raised his camera and started taking pictures.

A few of the others even turned on their cameras immediately, and someone took out a microphone and started live broadcasting...

The American soldiers were also in chaos.

One part went to stop the reporters, the other part went to pull away the crying women...

At this moment, a woman announced a child from the back seat of the car that was turned into a hornet's nest.

Very small.

Holding it in your hand is like a toy doll.

He has long since lost his anger.

That's a baby...

A hard-hearted master like the cook couldn't help but look away at this moment.

"Let's go back."

He said, turning around and returning without looking back.

The cook returned to Song Heping's Hummer and knocked on the window.

Song Heping opened the car door and let him get in.

As soon as the cook came up, he took off his helmet, wiped off the dripping sweat, and then said: "There is no way to get through. I don't know how long this battle will last. Miss Angel, are you willing to continue waiting or take a detour?"

When Angel heard this, he looked at Song Heping and then at the cook.

It seemed like she had no idea at all.

When he arrived, he said: "I don't care which way you go, the first thing I want is safety, and the second is punctuality!"

The cook glanced at Song Heping and said, "Sang, come down here."

After saying that, he opened the door and got out of the car.

Song Heping told Angel: "Miss Angel, please stay here and don't get out of the car. Do you understand?"

After receiving an accurate affirmative answer from Angel, Song Heping got out of the car.

Gray Wolf and the cook were already waiting by the roadside, and Song Heping quickly walked to join them.

"It's impossible to get through."

said the cook.

"Those stupid reporters with Ying were making a fuss and wouldn't let us through. Did you hear the gunfire just now? The American soldiers killed several more women and children. Damn it! If we force our way in here, we'll probably get shot at too. We have to change our route. Otherwise, if we wait any longer, it will be too late to decide to change course. It will be too late."

"Where to go?"

"Go south to Fort Amity, then turn north to Hadithay, and cross from there to the town of Krasa."

As he spoke, he took out the map and pointed it out to Song Heping.

After Song Heping read it, he pondered for a moment and said, "At least one hundred kilometers more."

The cook said: "There is no better way. There are still seven hours until eight o'clock in the evening. At worst, we don't go to Victory Camp to rest and go directly to Krasa Town."

"Okay." Song Heping said, "It's better than waiting here to die."

The chef's arrangement was also made out of helplessness.

Angel refused to re-contact the informant and arrange a new meeting time, so that was all.

Of course, no one would have imagined that this small temporary decision was like a falling domino, having a chain reaction on the entire incident.

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