Baghdad.AVI

On a military transport plane flying to Baghdad, Wang Zhen sat on the ground with a serious face, holding a fixed safety rope in his hand, and several garbage bags in his pocket. Bourne and the others sat far away, as if they didn't know Wang Zhen. There were not only members of the Scythe Squad on the plane, there were many of them sitting casually, all of them looked very relaxed. The cabin seemed a bit crowded, and there were large and small bags everywhere on the ground, which was very messy. When going to Baghdad, everyone brought a lot of things. Wang Zhen also had a big bag, which Bourne gave him before he left. It was full of various types of bullets, weighing more than 50 kilograms. I heard from the people in the team that the Imperial Bastion has a branch over there, and the logistics support is relatively stable. They only need to bring the main weapon, the secondary weapon and a set of spare weapons, but they should bring as many bullets as possible. It is hard currency. This time the team brought more than 200 kilograms of 5.56NATO, 7.62NATO and M43 intermediate ammunition with a total of 20,000 rounds. After getting off the plane, you can find sales channels. These 20,000 rounds of ammunition can be exchanged for more than 30,000 US dollars. Of course, there is a cost for them to buy them, so they can earn about 18,000 US dollars. It can be regarded as taking advantage of the position to earn some extra money! Wang Zhen couldn't help but think that he should do nothing but sell bullets. The flight this time was not as painful as last time. My ears still hurt and I still felt sick, but I didn't vomit, which is considered progress. There was only one problem that made Wang Zhen feel a little uncomfortable, and that was the heat. When it's hot, you'll sweat. There are so many American soldiers in the cabin, and foreigners already have a heavy body odor... You can think about it, steaming 200 American soldiers in a steamer, and then lying on the side of the pot and smelling... that smell! Vomit... Wang Zhen finally vomited. ... The plane came to a complete stop, and as soon as he opened the airport, Wang Zhen couldn't wait to walk out with a 50-kilogram bullet on his back. He wanted to breathe fresh air and heal his lungs. Take two deep breaths... Wang Zhen's complexion changed, dry and hot, he couldn't help coughing, and began to sweat profusely all over his body. "How about it, rookie, hahaha." Mountbatten's voice sounded behind him, "Have you felt the enthusiasm of Iraq?" "I didn't feel love, but it's so fucking hot!" Wang Zhen wiped his face, and after just a few minutes, his face was covered with oily sweat. Bourne walked past Wang Zhen, reached out his hand and took out his sunglasses from Wang Zhen's coat pocket, "Put them on, if you don't want your eyes to get hurt." Wang Zhen took it, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky, which was blue and dazzling. Tightening the straps of his backpack, Wang Zhen stepped up to follow. He understood why people in the Middle East always wear robes and headscarves. Wearing a headscarf to protect your face from the sun, and wearing a robe to ventilate and wick away sweat are all much better than the combat uniforms on your body. Of course, you won't feel sticky when you sweat. The combat uniform is really quick-drying, and it's dry... No one was willing to talk along the way, and when he opened his mouth, he felt that the water vapor in his body would quickly slip away. As he was walking, there was a sudden 'boom', and Wang Zhen shrank his neck subconsciously, "Damn it, shells!" "You can understand that this is the people of Baghdad greeting you, but the way is quite special." Joey the shovel patted Wang Zhen on the shoulder, "You have to get used to it and tell from the sound of the explosion that it is a shell, an IED, or an explosion. Gas tanks or something." "Then you can distinguish the type, caliber, and how far the explosion point is from you from the sound of the explosion, etc. This will allow you to survive in Baghdad." The corners of Wang Zhen's mouth twitched, what a unique way of welcoming him, but, I don't like it! If he returned to China, Wang Zhen would be regarded as a military 'master' now, and he could tell the caliber of bullets from the sound of gunshots. It was all the result of crazy shooting some time ago. The car that came to pick them up was inside the airport. There were two military bulletproof Humvees, which were sprayed with the logo of the Imperial Fortress and the American flag. It's just that the Humvees looked dirty and dusty. Put the luggage, get in the car, the air conditioner is on in the car, Wang Zhen leaned on the seat, squinted his eyes, and took a few deep breaths intoxicated, it's cool! The mind is completely empty, whether you are happy or not is completely out of comparison! After waiting for a while, Wang Zhen opened his eyes. When he looked around, he was stunned. The golden retriever was sitting in the co-pilot, not wearing a seat belt, holding a gun with a vigilant expression on his face. The bayonet beside him was not in vain, and he was also vigilant while holding the Benelli M4. "What's wrong?" Wang Zhen asked in a daze. "The road from the airport to the safe zone is more dangerous. You'd better put on your body armor." Bayonet stared out the window and said in a low voice. "Huh?" Wang Zhen didn't understand, but was greatly shocked. What he hasn't seen is that in the car behind, the shovel is always ready to open the sunroof to operate the heavy machine gun on the roof, while the poet is holding the M14, and the magazine is loaded with M993 armor-piercing bullets. Smash it, smash it, Wang Zhen turned around and went to the back to fumble in his bag. He is a rookie here, so he must be right to listen to the old man. Putting on the body armor in the car is very troublesome, it can't be used, and it takes a lot of effort to put it on, it's heavy, and it's sweating after cooling down. In fact, he was the first one to get on the bus. The Golden Hair and the others had changed into body armor before they got on the bus. As soon as he changed into the body armor, he heard a muffled 'bang'. Wang Zhen was taken aback. When he looked up, he saw a white spot on the side windshield. It was obvious that a bullet had hit it just now. "Fake!" Wang Zhen cursed, but the bayonet beside him did not respond at all. "Don't be afraid, this is normal, as long as it's not an RPG or IED, you'll be fine." Bourne didn't turn his head, but reminded: "Don't wear your seat belt, and be prepared to jump off the car at any time." "Fake, why, you gave us a few shots for no reason? And you've changed your temper, haven't you? If someone shoots you, you won't shoot back?" Wang Zhen had a constipated expression. Damn, what the hell is this. "In Baghdad, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com drives Hummers are all Americans, um, or NATO people. Many local people especially hate us, and it is a common thing to be blacked out." Bayonet snorted, " You can't fight back, because you can't tell who fired the gun in the crowd, and those who put down the gun are civilians, and shooting is massacring civilians, which is very troublesome." "Newcomer?" The driver asked with a smile. "Yeah." Bourne nodded, and explained to Wang Zhen: "You may be attacked by driving a Hummer, but the bullets can't get in. You may be attacked if you don't drive a Hummer, and you may be killed with a single shot. You say you should drive it or not?" open?" "Just get used to it." Wang Zhen was speechless for a while. Think about it, turned on the phone, took a short video, and posted it in Moments: Thank you, I am in Iraq, can you tell what caliber it is from the gunshots? Can you tell from the explosion that it was a shell or an IED? I can! A bullet hit the glass of our car just now. Looking at the marks left on the bulletproof glass, we can tell that it is a 7.62 intermediate bullet, which was shot by the famous AK47S. Akimbo! Send, copy, open the call, paste, send, all in one go! After pretending to be aggressive, Wang Zhen also became vigilant. He said nothing all the way, and the car finally stopped at the door of a shop. Wang Zhen took a strange look. "It's okay, get out of the car." Pushing open the car door, Wang Zhen whispered to Bayonet and asked, "Is this the company?" "Sell the goods, you can't send all the bullets to the company." Bayonet gave Wang Zhen a strange look, aren't you very smart, kid? Wang Zhen: "..." Very good, the process is very skilled! ... ... Monthly pass, monthly pass! ! !