Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

Sure enough, I saw more than 200 armored vehicles transporting more than [-] soldiers.

But the armored vehicle didn't dare to get too close, and it started to put down the soldiers when it was 800 meters away from the high ground.

Because there were two RPGs on the high ground, four armored vehicles were destroyed in the defense before.

However, the bottom didn't know at all that there were only 7 anti-armor bombs on the high ground, and they had been fired long ago.

"Come up!" The officer on the Ervinia side suddenly called out in a low voice, "Get ready, hold on to this wave, and the city of Asma will come to support soon!"

There was no response from the high ground.

Apparently, few believed the officer's words.

But people are still checking the bullets silently, even if they don't expect reinforcements, even if this wave is likely to be lost.

Still have to struggle.

On the mercenary side, the bald captain elbowed Diao Xiaoyi: "Diao, how many bullets do you have?"

Diao Xiaoyi spread out his palms.

The three yellow bullets were all palm-length.

The bald captain fell silent for a moment.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "You can watch and fight for yourself, commander, machine gunner, whatever..."

Diao Xiaoyi nodded, pulled out the magazine, and pressed the bullets in one by one.

The bald captain thought for a while, threw his AK over, and said, "This is the one to use. The single-point mode is used as a sniper rifle. But there are not many bullets left, maybe less than twenty rounds."

Diao Xiaoyi didn't care.

The AK has no support frame and no magnification mirror, so it is not convenient to set it on the edge of the trench to aim at the distant target.

But it's fine for mid-range.

"What about you?" Diao Xiaoyi asked.

The captain dragged a submachine gun from under his buttocks, which he had picked up from the corpse.

"There's still a clip and a half." The captain said with a sigh, "I haven't fought such a shabby battle before."

Their company's battlefield support capabilities are well-known in the industry.

When fighting other mercenaries in the Middle East before, they used all kinds of airdrops and long-range artillery fire.

Even if there is no supplies, the style of this group of mercenaries is to fight as soon as they can, and withdraw if they don't have to.

After all, every elite mercenary is an important asset of the company, and it is impossible to fight to the death for any employer.

No one would have imagined that they would be trapped in such a ghostly place today.

"Cut the chicken, cut the chicken, cut the chicken, cut the chicken, cut the chicken, Auntie washes the railway..."

Suddenly, Diao Xiaoyi's cell phone rang.

Everyone who was concentrating on guarding and fighting to the death at any time was all taken aback, and turned their heads to look this way, with strange expressions.

The solemn and desolate atmosphere on the high ground was instantly swept away.

"cough!"

Diao Xiaoyi smiled awkwardly and connected to the strange number.

"Crooked! Mr. Diao? Where are you! Can you still hold on???"

On the other end of the phone, someone was shouting loudly.

And the sound around that person was extremely noisy, as if there was the rumble of a propeller.

"What the hell... I'm..." Diao Xiaoyi suddenly didn't know what to say.

The main thing is that I don’t know who the other party is. If you tell them 014 Heights, can they understand it?

This place B can't be found on the military map!

"I'm in Ervinia..."

In the end, that was all he could say.

Unexpectedly, the person on the other end of the phone said loudly: "Nonsense, who is still in Ervinia! I mean, are you still in Height 014? How long can you stay there?"

Diao Xiaoyi was sweating wildly, he said speechlessly: "I'm still on the 014 highland, how long I can stay is not up to me, what do you mean, can you just say it?"

"True ink!" The other side complained loudly, "If you can hold it, I will go to the Su Tan Army's headquarters now. If you can't hold it, I will come to rescue you first!"

Chapter 255 Flying God of War Pingtou

Brother Pingtou sat on the helicopter with a worried look on his face.

He was not anxious about the situation on the battlefield, but felt that communicating with Diao Xiaoyi was too strenuous.

With such an IQ, what are you doing as a mercenary?

Brother Pingtou misses Brother Crow a little now. Brother Crow is more violent and kicks people at every turn, but communication is not so nerve-wracking.

Basically, what is the situation between the two parties can be understood by the other party in a simple sentence.

Although the reason why the crow threw him to Zhang Ga was that he was unable to communicate and always misinterpreted military orders.

But Brother Pingtou unilaterally doesn't think so.

"Enough, we might send this one!"

Diao Xiaoyi yelled on the phone.

"Wouldn't it be enough to say that earlier!" Brother Pingtou waved his hand, and ordered in the headset, "No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, target Highland 014. No. 4 targets the enemy headquarters."

After finishing the work, he gave an extra warning: "On the 4th, you are single-handedly, don't attack by force. After the tentative attack, if there is no condition, then withdraw first."

"understand!"

Amidst the rumbling, a Buck-3 broke away from the team and headed straight for the Sutan army headquarters.

The other three planes headed towards 014 Heights.

……

Alba.

The southernmost country on the Balkan Peninsula.

A country where pyramid schemes and gangsters run rampant.

The situation in the Balkans is chaotic, but the situation in Alba is even more chaotic.

Albaduras is a seaport city.

The biggest gang here is the Triple A Gang.

The stronghold of the Triple A Gang is in the Triple A Building, a six-story building, which is located opposite the Durres Municipal Building.

The city hall building has only five floors.

The president of the Triple A gang is the trinity of gang boss, MLM leader, and arms king.

He has a name that everyone in Alba's underground society knows: Xilin Dawson.

Nicknamed "Butterfly Knife".

Cillin Dawson was sitting on the top floor of the Triple A building at this time, overlooking the city hall building opposite through the floor-to-ceiling glass.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Dawson said in a low voice.

The office door was pushed open, and a younger brother led two young people in.

Two young men, one with black eye sockets and the other with a shaved mohawk, sat on the sofa with a big face after entering the door.

The younger brother walked up to Dawson and whispered something in his ear.

Dawson looked at the young man with black eye sockets, smiled lightly, and said, "Are you Rami Omar?"

"Yes!" Omar said with his head held high, "I heard that you are the most powerful person in Durres, and I need you to protect my safety."

After a pause, Omar added: "I'm rich!"

Dawson said with a smile, "Well, I have a little money too."

Omar said disdainfully: "Do you have $46 billion?"

Dawson was taken aback for a moment, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Even the underground king of Durres, overlooking the existence of black and white, couldn't help being shocked when he heard the figure of 46 billion US dollars.

But Dawson quickly concealed his surprise, and smiled instead: "That's not true, not even a tenth."

"Hehe." Omar said, "Then I can give you some, as long as you are responsible for my safety, and send me to Northern Europe after the limelight passes."

"No problem!" Dawson said briskly, "I made you a friend! In Durres, you can move freely and do whatever you want."

……

"Da da da……"

The bald captain fired three shots down the slope with his submachine gun.

He didn't hit anyone, and was quickly forced back by the opponent's dense bullets.

But at this moment, he roughly saw the situation at the bottom of the slope.

"It's a big trouble!" The bald man whispered with sweat on his forehead, "There are at least 400 people below, and the armored vehicles are still sending people here!"

Although attacking this kind of highland, many people can't do much.

Because the battlefield is so big, no matter how many people there are, they can only enter in twos and threes, and the formation cannot be spread out at all.

But a large number of people means a steady stream of attacks. At this time, the number of people below has even exceeded the number of bullets on the high ground.

Diao Xiaoyi's face remained unchanged, but he said in confusion: "The opponent seems to have changed their style of play, which is a bit strange."

"That's right!" the captain said puzzledly, "We have no need to gather so many people on this small high ground. Even if we only put more than 100 people around, we can't last long. With such a dense attack, Isn't it just increasing casualties in vain?"

"I don't understand." Diao Xiaoyi shook his head.

Although they defended the previous several waves of attacks, the opponents advanced and retreated more methodically.

The only difference between the opponents is the disadvantage of the terrain, the quality of the personnel is not too strong, the casualties are actually not as great as it seems.

And it also managed to consume a little bit of strength on the high ground.

As long as they fight like before, at most two waves of attacks, the high ground will have to be lost.

Fighting like this now, it can only be said that the opposing commander has lost his mind and gone crazy.

Two kilometers below the plateau.

Not long ago, the lieutenant colonel officer appointed by Fatty's commander-in-chief was sweating profusely urging the troops: "Hurry up, hurry up, you only have half an hour, and I only have half an hour for the fuck! Regardless of casualties and For the price, Heights 014 must be taken!"

……

"boom!"

A shell was impartial and landed on the high ground.

But it didn't blow anyone up.

The upturned soil splashed out, fell into the trench, and hit the soldiers, causing negligible damage.

After the shelling was over, the few soldiers who were born got up from the trenches again, carried their guns down the slope to fight back.

"Da da da da..."

"Tattoo..."

Most of the shots were short, because everyone was running out of bullets.

"Grenades, who still has grenades!" The officer on the high ground turned his head and shouted, "All the grenades come to me, hurry up!"

However, no one answered him.

The grenade is long gone.