Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

Regardless of whether there are living people hiding inside, they have only one answer: kill without mercy.

"In other words, no one cares about the so-called rules of engagement," the SEAL team leader thought when he saw this scene, but he immediately realized that if they didn't do this, they would be the ones who would die.

There is no chance for communication, and the accumulated hatred of the people can only be vented through war and blood.

The 10-man team immediately split into two groups, occupying two buildings respectively, forming a V-shape with the small building occupied by the humanoid team, and constructing three lines of defense.

After the squad was separated, the defensive pressure dropped sharply, but their killing efficiency was also proportional to the bullet consumption.

General Belloc, who was in charge of the mission command center, showed joy on his face after receiving the news, but he was still a little worried.

This scene of being besieged by urban residents and the impending situation of various examinations before promotion suddenly caused a chemical reaction between the two, bringing back some bad memories for him.

Although it is not personal experience, without exception, anyone who has received tactical courses in military academy will inevitably bring up the "Black Hawk Incident" in Somalia as a negative combat example for analysis.

Fortunately, there was no helicopter crash here. The two teams were just temporarily trapped and unable to move forward.

These 14 people occupied three buildings respectively.

Although the manpower seems to be stretched, the temporary shelters they have chosen are close to each other and they can support each other at any time.

However, this stalemate is not a solution.

Belloc could only tell them on the communication channel to try to hold out until the evening. After that, there would be a window of about 90 minutes.

This window period comes from the Yemenis' unique loss of appetite and mental exhaustion after praying and chewing khat in the afternoon.

As long as either captain of the two teams has a clear mind, he will seize the opportunity to lead the team out of the encirclement.

There is still time, a lot of time, and the rapid reaction forces are still maneuvering in the field, waiting for the opportunity to enter the urban area.

The Delta detachment left their base and, taking advantage of the insurgents and mobs focusing their attention on the Echo SEAL team, headed to the embassy area to join the hostage rescue operation.

Chapter 158 Overheating

Somehow, the hunched figure in front of him reminded Louis Martin of a herd of sheep crowded in the slaughter channel of a slaughterhouse.

After entering the optimal shooting range, the two-legged sheep hesitated for a moment, tried to disperse slightly, and then rushed forward again.

The other defensive positions opened fire, and only his machine gun remained effective.

"What's the problem, Louis, why don't you shoot?" asked Team Leader Marvin, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Yes, for God's sake - why hesitate?

Some civilians fell under the attacks of the rest of the team, but more enemies were not hindered and continued to pour towards the team's base.

"Forgive us sinners, from this moment until we rest in peace, Amen."

Louis Martin said, kissing his dog tags vigorously, and then unfolding the bipod of the machine gun.

“This is a last resort.”

The machine gun finally roared, and a series of bursts of bullets spurted out of the barrel. Every second bullet on the ammunition belt was a tracer bullet.

Louis did not waste any bullet. He fired long bursts and short bursts. Every time he fired a burst, four or five people fell down screaming.

"Ah - shit, a pile of shit."

Team leader Ma Wen suddenly screamed and walked away from the window, covering his bleeding left shoulder.

"How is the injury?" Louis planned to stop fighting temporarily and go to look after Marvin.

But Marvin waved his hand and gasped, "It's okay, a piece of flesh was scraped off by a ricochet. Do your job, quick!"

Louis sighed slightly, remounted the MK48 light machine gun, and fired a few short, carefully aimed bursts, just as he had learned during training.

Aiming at the advancing large crowd, regardless of whether they were holding guns or not, even if they were holding stones and table legs.

Louis, who was able to pass the assessment and become the team's machine gunner, had a very good aim and several ragged figures fell to the ground.

The surging crowd paused for a moment, then rushed forward again. They began to crouch and move closer to the stronghold.

The gunshots around him became more frequent, and Louis' mind gradually became blank. He only knew how to search for the target and fire in bursts, and he didn't think about anything else.

All he saw was a crowd of civilians rushing straight towards him.

Louis could only fire at the oncoming crowd again, and his only fear was that these insane people were approaching and they wanted to kill him and everyone around him.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump~"

The barrel of the MK48 had already glowed bright red, and the sand-colored silencer at the front had already burned due to excessive firing in a short period of time.

Physically, the muffler is burning.

"Wow—"

The bullet jammed.

The basic physics knowledge he had accumulated in middle school reminded him that this was a property common to all metals. Strictly speaking, almost all materials possessed this property.

The barrel is made of alloy steel, and its strength will also decrease as the temperature rises.

As the temperature rises, the outer wall of the barrel expands outward, but the inner wall contracts inward, making the inner diameter smaller.

When the bullet is fired, due to excessive friction, the cartridge case cannot be quickly ejected during the bolt's retreat, and the next bullet is about to be loaded, so jamming is inevitable...

Fortunately, what we brought this time is MK48, not M249.

For a rifle like the M249, which is equipped with a 200-round belt, you may encounter heating problems if you use two belts.

What to do? You can only shoot for a while, rest for a while, and use more bursts of fire to control the fever.

The general-purpose machine gun is much more convenient, as the barrel can be removed directly using the carrying handle.

After the machine gun jammed, Louis immediately replaced the barrel. He grabbed the hot gun directly without even feeling the burning pain.

"That's crazy!" Marvin leaned over, his vest pressed against the wall next to the window, and his voice trembled: "How's your hand?"

"Heartburn, like being stung by a jellyfish."

Louis repeatedly opened and clenched his left palm and asked, "Is your shoulder really okay?"

"It's just a stray bullet bite, it's nothing."

"How about the other groups? Especially that... Enfield squad."

"Are you worried about them?"

Louis looked embarrassed and said:

"I believe that the team that can make Belloc unable to withstand the pressure and send it to the battlefield has no problem in terms of ability. But you and I both know that war will show the worst side of us.

In the eyes of the enemy, women are like little white rabbits on a chopping block, helpless and powerless in front of the evil wolf. Whether dead or alive, the end will be tragic. "

"You think we're going to die here."

"Do you want to die?" Louis asked back.

"I don't want to. No one in the team wants to die here."

"I know, I understand. But that's the weird thing about people. When they're so scared that they can't figure themselves out, they still have to think about these boring things after death, predicting how they'll be killed and what they'll become after they die."

Louis glanced at the team leader beside him. He was trying hard to load the magazine, and his grinning face looked very funny.

"Fire in the hole!"

The delicate voice that penetrated the gaps between the gunfire was just a joy to hear. The voice was so energetic that it didn't sound like it was under great pressure at all.

The loud noise caused by the grenade explosion dissipated, and more militiamen emerged from the dust, and it was impossible to tell whether they were men or women.

"That's crazy," Louis repeated a second time.

He and his team stayed in a safe and hidden building, firing heavily at the incoming crowd with three rifles, a semi-automatic sniper rifle and a squad machine gun.

The machine gun fire tore many gaps in the crowd, and the dead and wounded kept falling to the ground.

But those people didn't care whether the fallen people were dead or injured, and they stepped over their bodies without exaggeration.

At this moment, the ordinary people and rebel soldiers walking in the front were already very close to the front line of defense. Through the flying ash and dust, they could clearly see their hunched, enlarged figures.

They were either carrying farm tools, knives, or rifles and submachine guns.

Suddenly, the machine gun on the captain's side on the right side of the team fell silent.

The surging tide immediately rushed towards the right flank, and at the moment they were hit only by rifle fire in that direction.

Like the Enfield team, Louis' group immediately threw four grenades and fired at the crowd rushing to the right.

But what really saved the day was not the grenades or the continuous explosive fire from all personnel, but the JDAM bombs that landed with a whistling sound.

The Navy pilots were bolder than anyone expected, but the results were infinitely better than imagined.

Chapter 159 Irreconcilable Hatred

The scene of being directly hit by an aerial bomb is truly indescribable.

The fanatical crowd who are in the center of the absolute killing range are fortunate enough not to feel any pain at the moment of death.

The nervous system loses its ability to function before it even reacts.

Those "lucky ones" outside the killing zone fell to the ground in all directions, some sitting and some lying down. Every time their chests rose and fell, dark red blood spurted out of their mouths and nostrils.

The Navy's F/A18F dropped four 4-pound GBU-1000 Paveway laser-guided bombs, leaving three paths near the squadron littered with mutilated corpses.

Every time I took a step, there was a sticky, dragging sound coming from the soles of my shoes. It was a very strange touch, the ground was both dry and wet.

Raphael stood in the center of the crater and looked around. She found that even the battle-hardened Navy SEALs were nauseated by the streets after being bombed by aerial bombs.

It's understandable and human nature.

Unless someone is born with a love of killing and is insensitive to human emotions, he will not be affected by anything.

"Let's go."

Raphael put on his bag and left the defense post with his weapon. The passage was completely opened, and no one, whether the people who were being dragged down or the rebel soldiers who were firmly resisting, could breathe.

They are not ordinary people.

In the past, especially for special forces on missions, no matter what the reason for appearing at the scene, as long as they had a weapon in their hands, they would be treated the same - a shot to the forehead and another bullet.

Because in that situation, they are still a threat.

At this moment, Raphael saw someone put the muzzle of a gun to the forehead of a man who was curled up and vomiting blood.

There was a dull, unpleasant sound of a gunshot, sounding like someone shooting into a sack.

"Don't waste time and bullets, these people are no longer a threat." Marvin said to his subordinates.

"them……"

No one cared about the pain these people had to endure before dying; the sergeant just wanted their death to come faster.

"Well, Laurence is just worried that they're playing dead. These pigs think we won't notice they have the strength to move, and when we pass by, they'll kill us from behind. It's happened before."

Marvin shook his head. He was too lazy to debate this with Louis.

Everyone present was familiar with the shameless acts of war. There was really no need to shoot at a guy whose internal organs were already broken.

But other people's choices can be understood because in their view, it is just a measure to ensure their own safety.

Lawrence was silent for a moment, then said, "Either he dies or we die."

Marvin was also feeling upset at the moment, so he gave up the argument and walked forward quickly, unknowingly approaching the "Enfield" team in the front.

The others had to speed up to keep up with the main group.

Although the person who opened fire may have had logical reasons, perhaps this idea came from the brutal part of human nature, which was satisfied under reasonable excuses during wartime.

If he continued to pester her, Marvin knew Lawrence would say:

"They also committed atrocities against us. The deaths of the big boys from Team D were caused by them. So, we should fight back in kind."

That's the way of war, a constant buildup of growing hatred.

This hatred can start from a small matter and then evolve into an attack and then a fight.

The warring parties fight for their own survival and both develop unyielding determination and overreaction.

Revenge and retaliation circulate and transform into each other.