Time: April 16th 38pm.

Location: Iraq's Fao region, currently occupied by Iranian troops.

"Before the action, I will emphasize it again, just in case you, the group of idiots who have just retired, forget what they are now!"

The wind in the night was blowing desperately, and the moonlight in the Gobi Desert was always accompanied by the cold. Below a dune, Steve and his comrades stood side by side, listening to the speech of his superior Hashi.

"We are no longer beautiful people!"

Black cowhide boots stepped on the road made of sand and gravel. Haishi waved his thick black arms and said, "Our current identity is the security personnel of Hei Shui International. To put it bluntly, they are just a group of mercenaries!"

"And mercenaries only work for money, not for national justice, not for the prosperity of race, money is just for money!"

Haishi's loud voice resounded throughout the audience, and standing in front of him were the Blackwater mercenaries organized by the entire company.

They stood neatly on the solid Gobi sand, wearing helmets with infrared and thermal imaging systems, and uniformly hung with m16 rifles and sufficient magazines and grenades. The night gave them the best cover, and the black military uniforms added a sense of killing. Money is for money. It is obviously a vulgar mercenary, but what anyone would feel in them is just a regular army-like iron temperament.

"So, little bastards, remember it clearly for me."

Hesh, who was shouting, stopped his pace, and the skin color given by his African grandmother made him live like a ghost in the dark. In the queue, Steve looked at Hesh expressionlessly, even though his eyes were aimed at him.

"It is worth fighting hard, but if anyone loses his life for the concept of this group of Muslims, be careful that I will deduct your pension and spend it on her mother!"

It should be a rhythm of cooperating with the commander to burst into laughter, but the soldiers in this company had no intention of cooperating at all. What's even more amazing is that Haishi also knew the reflection of these "little bastards" and burst out without thinking about the next sentence.

"You are the best guys in a hundred!"

He shouted, "You are retired soldiers, you are retired soldiers from the Delta Special Forces and Navy Seals! The soldiers of this level are only eight hundred in the entire Blackwater 3,000. And you are a whole company selected from the eight hundred people, and even in the Blackwater, they are the most famous leaders."

The loud voices of speech received a unanimous silence from all the staff. From the beginning, the iron-blooded murderous aura of the hundred elites focused on Haishi, and as he blurted out his words of praise or criticism, the murderous aura became stronger and stronger.

"But the same sentence, I will emphasize it again. No matter how outstanding you are, you are just a group of mercenaries now. The days ahead will be long. This is just the first battle since the establishment of our company. If anyone really dares to lose his life, he will now be in this Muslim lair. Don't blame the brothers for spitting on him together!"

Hashi finished shouting, and the last loud roar came to an end and dissipated in the endless wind.

Then, an extremely tall black soldier stepped out and walked out of the queue.

Facing his comrade-in-arms of the same clan, Hashi glared at him: "What's wrong with you?"

The soldiers in the scene did not move at all, but everyone focused their glasses on this comrade-in-arms.

Laux Sheffield shouted: "Sir, let me worry about my life when fighting, but I can't do it!"

When he heard this, Steve in the queue let out a long sigh.

"What did you say!" Haishi's eyes immediately glared. Both of them were black, and they were quite stunning than who was more eye-catching: "I told you to be careful of your life, but was it still wrong!"

Sheffield raised his head and raised his chest, shouting: "Report to the sir, my mother said when I was a child that I would not join the army if I was afraid of death! My mother also said that I would be the first to fight in war and beat him to death! My mother also said that since I am a mercenary now, I should be the first to fight in the first place and beat all the girls into a girl, and I would have to be the one who is too busy with money! My mother also said..."

"Have your mother told you not to fuck him against the commander!" Hash's voice was almost causing an earthquake in the Persian Gulf: "Raux Sheffield! I am your instructor in the Delta! You have been fucking you since you were recruited. You are fucking you and you are fucking you and you are fucking you and you are fucking you and you are fucking you and you are fucking you and you are fucking you!? I am your father!?"

This time, even the elites of the hundred battles couldn't help but burst into laughter. Fortunately, at this time, the moon was dark and windy at night, and the howling winds of the Gobi Desert were the least afraid of voices. Even if their number was twice as large, they would never be noticed by the Iranian garrison.

"Anyway," after calming down his breath and letting Sheffield roll back to the queue, Hash continued to shout: "At least don't forget the equipment you are wearing! Especially you, Steve, you will make great contributions in this operation. You dare to break that guy. Be careful that the boss will sleep with you!"

The team, whose atmosphere was already loose, naturally couldn't hold back the second laugh. Steve finally spoke: "That would be my honor, sir."

Alice Wang, chairman of Hei Shui International, would be very happy if she could let her sleep once.

After the carrots and sticks were added, the action began.

Mission objective: Cooperate with the Iraqi army's "Ramadan" operation to capture the French-Austrian area occupied by the Iranian army.

Fao is a strategically oriented port city in the Persian Gulf region and the largest oil port in Iraq. It is located at the head of the Persian Gulf and is close to the mouth of the Arab River. The Rumaira and Zubair oil fields in southern Iraq are exported from the oil port outside the Fao Port through oil pipes. Controlling the Fao Peninsula means controlling important oil facilities in southern Iraq. The significance of a whole thousand oil wells is no joke.

The Ramadan operation in Iraq's night attack was aimed at this place and was also a key action that the Pentagon decided to intervene in order to promote the end of the Iraq-Iraq War as soon as possible.

With retired Marine Corps members as part of the retired Marine Corps, the main unit of the Blackwater Mercenary and the Iraqi army gathered together, with a total of 2,000 troops. They would transform into a sharp knife along the rapid attack of this powerful army and teach the Iranian army how to be a human being at the cost of blood.

At this time, the 100-man team led by the retired Delta Army officer and Hei Shui International Mercenary Instructor, was the sharpest sword light on the sharp knife, which would perform an excellent surgical operation on the entire harbor.

We are children of the night, and the sky is the best invisible clothing.

Steve moved forward silently. When he walked through the Gobi and easily touched the city, everything around seemed to be quiet, and even the roaring wind was no longer obvious.

The searchlights on the rooftops could not detect his existence at all. The patrol soldiers always liked to create opportunities for him to move forward incorrectly. They aimed at every opportunity and every blind spot, and did not even waste a bullet. He approached his destination with the fastest efficiency.

The other ninety-nine people also had a unified approach, and each of them firmly restrained their actions. Not to mention the m16 hanging on their chests, even the awp sniper rifle equipped with a silencer on their backs, no one used it. Whether it was the searchlight on the roof, the Iranian armored vehicles driving on a fixed route, or the wolfhound soldiers who were unable to patrol, they had no intention of attacking at all.

And no one could detect their existence.

Steve came to the back of a building. His equipment was quite special. He did not have an M16 rifle, nor an AWP sniper rifle. The vest was stuffed with a large bundle of magazines. A pistol, a dagger, and two flash bombs. This is his configuration against the enemy.

“Tango arrives at the target location.”

Standing behind the building, Steve said to the walker: "Qi Mingxing is safe and sound."

When he said the next sentence, Steve felt psychologically that the burden behind him was heavier.

"Tango, this is Sirius, we will keep you safe all around."

Needless to say, the hundred elites were quickly arriving at the buildings around the city hall in a siege. It was wonderful here. The death of soldiers patrolling the roof would make the commander notice the invasion, so even if the mercenaries came to the roof, they completely avoided the Iranian soldiers patrolling the building. There were no more patrolers on the roof here. If there was indeed an air raid that could suddenly descend near the city hall in the city center, would they really be blind?

The characteristics of desert cities are here, similar to those of the cities on the grassland. The obvious boundary makes defense an easy task, but it is also easy to exploit loopholes - the premise is that they have enough action.

"Tango is ready for operation, please pay attention to cover in Tianlang."

After saying this, Steve, who was still on the ground, looked up.

The building he was hiding in was the back of the city hall. He aimed at the eaves of the roof and raised his pistol.

With a loud bang, the cable was shot up, and Steve could feel the rope tightening quickly at his waist, and then he flew up.

The roof has no one, and it is not a level-breaking game like Nintendo, which is more difficult to reach the end. The "target location" in reality does not mean that it is absolutely heavy guard. But Steve is still very careful. Even if two comrades are climbing up to the roof with the same means to protect themselves, he must be careful and careful.

The closer he was to the goal, the more he felt how heavy the burden was behind him.

Because it's really heavy.

This is a laptop handed to him by Alice, the acting chairman of Ceo Akaman, before leaving from the Blackwater Base. The laptop is so majestic just by name. It is also a blessing that Miss Alice was able to invent such a micro-portable computer, although its weight is definitely not just a laptop.

My own mission, or the entire Hundred-Man Pioneer Team, exists for this laptop.

Taking a deep breath, Steve began his next move after hearing the sound of two comrades behind him climbing onto the roof. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!