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Chapter 1623 The last two hours

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    The attack has not been achieved many times in a row, which makes Gusmez's face extremely ugly.  He is not a handsome young man himself, and his angry expression is even more intimidating.  "Damn it, who are those people? They repelled so many of our attacks in two hours."

    "Looking at them, they can't be Iraqi government troops, nor are they Kurds." A subordinate whispered, "That group of people is not as good at fighting as this group. To be honest, they are too good at fighting."

    "Then who are they, the American special forces? Or the British air service?" Gusmeuz paced back and forth.

    "It's impossible. If the Americans had been surrounded for so long, their air support would have arrived long ago. We can't withstand their aerial gunships." A mercenary said, "They look like mercenaries too. It's very possible.  They are still from large military companies. Why do we have to kill them?"

    "Are you stupid? These people are coming for us. They already know that we are here. The evacuation road has been blocked by the Iraqi coalition forces. If we don't deal with them, we will die tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, maybe longer.  You know, even the pot is thrown away, you know, the pot is thrown away." Gusmerz said loudly.

    "Then why don't we evacuate here?"

    "Do you think I don't want to? But now the Iraqi coalition forces have blocked the evacuation road. Do you know how many people they have and what equipment they have? We are seeking death if we break through their blockade. The only way is to stay in this village and pretend to be here.  Residents. They think this is a Kurdish village and will not search here." Gusmeuz said anxiously, "But because of these people, our hiding plan will be ruined. Unless we take them down and end the fighting."

    ¡°Can we get the guys from the city to come out and help?¡±

    "Are you a pig? The coalition has already reached Mosul, and those extremists have no time to take care of themselves. You think they can help, but even if they can help me, I don't need them. At this time, what we need most is to be with them  Cut it off." Gus Merz paced back and forth.  "How many more of us are there?"

    "More than fifty people." The mercenary whispered.

    "Including all the drivers of the transport team, and all the men who can hold weapons! Count them all for me at all costs." Gusmeuz said fiercely.

    "The driver of the transportation team is also coming?" the mercenary frowned.

    "We are mercenaries, not a logistics and transportation company. Trafficking supplies to those extremists is only part of the business. Who the hell stipulates that drivers don't have to fight?" Gusmeuz roared.

    "Yes, boss, I'll make arrangements right away." The mercenary didn't dare to say anything more, turned around and walked out.

    Gus Moz still kicked the chair away angrily, "What a bastard. Nothing is going well during this period."

    Lin Rui was calling to the other team members, "Retreat. We can't defend here anymore. We have to go into the town. We will clean the battlefield and pick up everything useful to us. Our ammunition is tight and we must pay attention to replenishing it at all times."  "Hey, don't touch this body." He stopped Sergei from turning over the body on the ground.  "Okay." Sergey shrugged.

    "Okay, everyone, let's retreat and go to the town." Lin Rui patted their shoulders and said.  "We have fought them off, but they will come again soon. We must be prepared. We may not be able to sleep and rest, but at least we can eat something, go to the toilet and so on."

    His words caused a burst of laughter. In a difficult environment, this kind of laughter can only be used as temporary relaxation.  They all knew Lin Rui's intentions and the heaviness in his eyes.  Shogan whispered, "It's already five o'clock now, it will get dark soon, and their advantage will be lost. Once it gets dark, our chance will come."

    "I need to contact Cobain." Lin Rui took the communication headset from Jiang An.

    "I'm here, Captain Rick. I heard that you suffered an unexpected situation. How are you doing now? Your voice sounds really bad." Cobain whispered.

    "The situation is not optimistic. We are surrounded by Gusmeuz's mercenary troops. We are currently barely holding on. We have to hold on until dark before we have a chance, but judging from the current situation, I'm afraid it will be difficult. Can you help me figure it out?  Is there any way to reduce the pressure?" Lin Rui whispered.

    "I'm afraid this will be difficult. Our people rarely move in Iraq. And the US military has made it clear that they must seem to have no connection with this mission, so they will not provide any assistance." Cobain said with some difficulty.

    "Okay, then go burn incense and worship Buddha. Or you can pray for us." Lin Rui sighed.

    "I'm sorry captain, I can try to think of something, but??It will definitely work.  "Cobain gritted his teeth.

    "I understand, really, Cobain, I know you are not omnipotent. We all have limitations." Lin Rui whispered, "That's it, it's over."

    He closed the communication and was in a terrible mood.  He also knew that in such a situation, Cobain alone could not provide any help at all.  Even if we can mobilize help from other places, they won't be able to come until tomorrow.  After all, this is Iraq, not Africa.

    Lincoln walked over and whispered, "We have shrunk our defense line and adopted elastic defense. We have placed our personnel in the middle of the town, very close to the residential area in the southwest corner of the town. If that doesn't work, we can still retreat into the residential area.  .Use the complex terrain to deal with them. It only takes two hours and it will be dark."

    Lin Rui nodded, "How are the casualties?"

    "Two people died on our side." Lincoln whispered.

    "In addition, the black man died next to me. He was shot in the head. At least he didn't suffer too much." Lin Rui whispered.  "I haven't come to remember his name yet."

    "His name is Riley, a British man, twenty-five years old. I remember every one of them, I personally selected them into Group B." Lincoln whispered.

    Lin Rui was silent for a while, "Later, let your people take charge of the flanks and hand over the main attack direction to our A group."

    "There is no need. Because we know what we will face from the moment we embark on this road." Lincoln whispered.

    "This is an order. They have only joined for a short time. They are not adapted to such a battle." Lin Rui looked at him and said.

    "But everyone has to adapt, because the saying "survival of the fittest" also applies to mercenaries." Lincoln whispered, "You have done enough. This is not your responsibility, but our destiny. We  We have all seen blood, life and death. So no matter what the final fate is, we can accept it calmly."

    Lin Rui didn¡¯t say anything, he just loaded the bullets one after another in the magazine.

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