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Chapter 362 Killed that damned Arab! (Second update!)

The moment the drone was shot down, Grimm slammed the remote control to the floor in the room: "The drone's been shot down!"

Mark glanced at the remote control shattered on the ground, tilted his head, and gestured towards the back door with his lip: "Escape through the back door!"

"As long as we go into the mountains, they won't be able to catch us!"

He had barely finished speaking when Rad ran back from the back door:

“There were people at the back door. Our men had just gone out and poked their heads out when they were shot down.”

"I looked at the direction the bullets came from; it was from the sentry post we had set up on the left hilltop."

"You can see it from anywhere except the northwest window."

As Rad finished speaking, Grimm's voice rang out:

"When we were flying the drone just now, I think I saw another drone above us. That wasn't ours; it must have been theirs."

"It's exactly the same as the drone we have, which means it's useless for us to run into the mountains!"

As these two people finished speaking, the expressions on the faces of the others in the room grew increasingly grim.

They have been dealing with the Turkish military for many years, and now they have a thorough understanding of each other's tactics.

The Turkish military favors special decapitation strikes, and each special forces team they send out is capable of taking on ten opponents at once.

They prefer to use guerrilla warfare and ambush tactics when attacking the Turkish military, taking advantage of any opportunity to rob them and then running away.

If they were prepared, they wouldn't be afraid of these special forces teams at all, but the problem is that they weren't prepared.

Amidst the deafening gunshots, Mark took a deep breath and shouted:

"Stand still and defend. At most, the villagers will arrive in 10 minutes. If we can hold out for 10 minutes, they will die!"

"Send two people to guard the back door and prevent anyone from getting in."

"Everyone else, watch the windows and doors. Hold them! If we hold them, that's our victory!"

Under his command, the armed men in the room began to look for cover, hoping to increase their chances of winning.

But the fate of this house added another layer of difficulty for them.

The house has only one floor. Entering through the main door, there is a living room. To the left of the living room are the dining room and kitchen, separated by a door.

To the right is the study. The study is not big; it's filled with books and cabinets.

Directly opposite the main entrance is a passageway leading to the back door, with bedrooms and guest rooms on both sides. The rooms inside are even smaller and less defensible.

The main force could only defend the hall.

At that moment, Mark secretly vowed that if he could escape this crisis, he would definitely find a professional designer to design a villa for him that would be both offensive and defensive.

Armed men dragged out various wooden cabinets, beds, and sofas from the bedroom, kitchen, and study.

Throw these things in the middle of the living room to use as cover.

These people were not ordinary armed personnel. After the initial panic, they began to fire in an orderly and alternating manner, sealing off all the entrances to the cave.

Outside the house, Abdullah Jallan picked up a two-foot-long piece of the door from the ground and carefully held it out.

The next second, several bullets flew in, shattering the door and making Abdullah Jalan's palms go numb.

He quickly withdrew his hand, shook it, then took a grenade from his waist, pulled the pin, counted to three in his mind, and then threw the grenade.

The grenade had just flown through the doorway when it exploded in a mere second.

The next second, even more powerful bullets shot out from the doorway, colliding with the gravel and dirt on the ground, sparking and kicking up dust.

Knowing that these guys were determined to defend, Abdullah Jalan gave up hope of attacking. He pressed the button on his headset and began frantically calling out to Ajax:

"Have you got it sorted out yet?"

"If we're any slower, we'll all die!"

"They're here!" Ajax's voice rang out, excited and thrilled.

As his voice faded, a buzzing sound swept past Abdullah Jallan and his companions, rushing into the room before they could react.

The next second, the four people leaning against the wall, carefully watching the several openings, felt a slight earthquake.

Almost at the instant of the earthquake, the shockwave from the explosion, carrying smoke and debris, spewed out from every possible outlet.

"Two grenades and two flashbangs. The three of you will take the left and front, and I'll take the right. Remember, we don't need any prisoners!" Before the explosions had completely stopped, Abdullah Jalan suddenly stood up and threw the flashbangs he was holding into the room.

Along with the flashbang, two hand grenades and another flashbang rushed into the room.

Two muffled explosions followed by two crisp explosions, and then a muffled groan came from inside the room.

With the sound, Abdullah Jallan rushed into the room first, followed by the remaining three members of the first group.

The drone suicide attack dealt a devastating blow to the group in the room.

The two grenades and two flashbangs that followed completely extinguished the remaining survivors' hope of survival.

As they covered their eyes with their hands and cried out in pain, four men rushed in from outside, pointed their guns at the source of the sound without any expression, and then pulled the trigger.

The deafening gunshots echoed in the not-so-spacious room, making one's ears ache.

Each person fired two magazines, and the room fell completely silent. Abdullah Jallan glanced at his watch: "Two people per group, two minutes..."

Before he could even give the order to clean up, Ajax's voice came through the earpiece again:
"Captain, the armed men from that village have arrived. You need to retreat immediately!"

Hearing that armed men from the village had arrived, Abdullah Jallan dared not be careless. He waved his hand and pointed towards the back door:
"Go this way!"

"Second squad, keep an eye on our backsides!"

"According to the original plan, evacuate to Evacuation Point 1. If we haven't reached Evacuation Point 1 by 8 PM tomorrow, then you should proceed directly to the rendezvous point on Highway D975!"

Under his direction, the other three members of the group lined up and cautiously approached the back door.

As the team leader, Abdullah Jallan walked at the back. Just as he was about to leave the living room, he caught a glimpse of a box in the corner of his eye.

Upon seeing the familiar crate, his eyes lit up. He slung his gun over his shoulder, rushed over, grabbed a crate, turned around, and quickly caught up with his three teammates.

As soon as they stepped out the back door, the second squad, hidden in the shadows, opened fire. Their target was, of course, the armed men who had come from the village.

With their intentions aligned with the unsuspecting enemy, and the armed men who had attacked from the village positioned themselves in an open area, Yu Ming was caught off guard.

The first round of fire from the second squad resulted in the loss of about 10 men. But these armed men were not to be underestimated. The moment the gunfire rang out, the experienced ones began rolling on the ground, dodging bullets that seemed to come from nowhere.

Having dodged the first volley of bullets, the veterans figured out where the bullets came from.

There was no hesitation, only a counterattack.

A group of people fired wildly in the direction from which the bullets were coming, and then rushed frantically toward the house.

These people weren't good marksmen, but they had a lot of people and a lot of guns.

In the ensuing chaotic attack, the second group was pinned down on the hilltop and dared not move at all.

Upon discovering their teammates were surrounded, Hassan and Miliat's sniper team opened fire. Every time Hassan reported the location, Miliat was able to accurately take down a man.

But there were just too many people, and his sniper rifle couldn't completely stop them all.

At the same time, the heavy firepower of these armed men also arrived.

The PM37-82mm mortar from the former Soviet Union is probably older than all of you here; it could even be your father.

If someone can be their father, then that old father's fist must be one of the hardest.

As Miliat fired again, the sound of shells slicing through the air was heard, followed by an 82mm mortar shell exploding about 10 meters in front of him.

The debris from the explosion, carried by the shockwave, spread wildly in all directions.

He couldn't care less about continuing to snipe; he suddenly stood up, grabbed his sniper rifle, and ran.

Hassan ran faster than him.

With the addition of mortars, the armed men who had come from the village finally rushed into the room. Looking at the ruins after the explosion and the corpses scattered on the ground, the armed men who rushed into the room were heartbroken and let out a series of wails.

Amid their wails, Mark reached out from under a cabinet and let out two low shouts.

The shouts alerted the armed men, who rushed forward and frantically lifted the cabinet to rescue Mark.

Breathing in the fresh air, Mark ignored the pain in his body and, following his memory, pointed to the corner where the drone was placed:

"Take out the drones and see how many are still usable. Then immediately launch them, switch to the infrared camera, and search the surrounding valleys. We absolutely cannot let them escape!"

After giving the order, Mark's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Among the later armed personnel were some cadres. They listened to Mark's words, leaving a few people to take care of Mark while the rest quickly ran towards the drone box.

Discard any damaged boxes, open the boxes that appear undamaged, take out the drone, turn it on, and launch it.

A total of 5 drones were launched, and then these 5 drones spread out in 5 directions.

Before long, the operator in charge of the drone spotted the small group escaping through the infrared camera:

"They're heading northwest; they'll have to cross the mountains to escape!"

The leader quickly shared the location with the person operating the mortar, who aimed it northwest, roughly determined a position, and then fired.

In the northwest valley, Abdullah Jallan, clutching a box and with a gun slung over his back, ran wildly.

The sound of a shell slicing through the air came from the sky. Before he could even lie down, the shell landed about 30 meters to his right, exploding into a bright flash in the pitch-black night.

After a moment of relief, Abdullah Jallan took a deep breath and continued running forward, then started climbing the mountain.

As long as they can cross the valley in front of them and evade the first wave of pursuit, with this drone in hand, they will definitely be able to escape alive.

Seeing that the first group had absorbed the firepower, the second group, like maggots in the darkness, ran up the hillside and headed north, intending to meet up with the first group further north.

On the hilltop south of the village, Hassan's sniper team successfully rendezvoused with Ajaz and his partner.

Instead of returning the way they came, they continued east along the ridgeline, intending to turn north in the valley ahead to meet up with Group 1 and Group 2 and return together.

Hakkari Province is located at the junction of the Zaruo and Taurus mountain ranges, with elevations ranging from 2 to 4 meters.

In a place like this, when someone is determined to run away, no one can catch up with them.

On the first hill, a small group could still see armed personnel struggling to climb behind them. But by the time they crossed the first hill and climbed the second, the drone footage showed no one, only the drone being operated by the other side.

By the time they reached the third hilltop, the sun had already risen in the east, and when they looked back, they could see nothing at all.

After resting for a while and replenishing their energy, the group continued forward along the mountainside toward Evacuation Point 1.

Evacuation point No. 1 is also on a hilltop, less than 10 kilometers away from the village where they implemented their plan, but several hilltops over 3 kilometers high lie in between.

Upon arriving at the target evacuation point, Abdullah Jallan took out a drone and began operating it to search the surrounding area.

As the sun was about to set completely, several familiar figures appeared in the drone's camera lens.

It consists of four people from Group Two and four people from Ajax.

The men were covered in mud, but fortunately they were all healthy and unharmed.

Once Ajax arrived, he immediately pulled out his radio and began calling the headquarters of the 9th Infantry Brigade.

Two hours after the call, a helicopter pierced the night sky, appearing overhead amidst a cacophony of noise.

The helicopter brought them back safely.

Back at the camp, Costa was the first to greet him, and before he could speak, Abdullah Jalan handed him the drone.

"We strapped a bomb to the drone you gave us and detonated it ourselves. Then we stole a drone from those Kurds."

"Here you go now."

These words made Costa's eyes widen. He took the drone, immediately flipped it over, and began to examine the markings on its underside.

It's definitely not the one I gave away.

It took him a few minutes to finally process the news:

"You mean, those damn Kurds also bought drones from that damn Arab?"

Having asked that question, Costa felt the world was going crazy. He held the remote control in his left hand and the drone in his right, spun around in place, then threw them both to the ground, pulled out his phone, and called the agent who was working with him.

"You all need to get to Iraq right now and kill that damned Arab!"

"immediately!"

(End of this chapter)