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¡ª¡ª    > Kabul, slums, the night is deep, I don¡¯t know when, the moon and stars are covered by clouds, and the whole world is so dark that you can¡¯t even see the five fingers.  ¨J In this night, a skinny wild dog is looking for food on a pile of garbage.  Just as the wild dog picked up a piece of moldy bread, its ears suddenly moved and it raised its head to look into the distance.  Then the fur on the wild dog stood up, its tail was between its legs, and it let out a low moan.  At this moment, countless ghost-like figures suddenly appeared, moving quickly.  The wild dog was circling back and forth restlessly, its whining sound becoming more and more rapid.  But when the black figures approached the garbage pile, the bread in the wild dog's mouth fell to the ground, and he opened his mouth and barked wildly.  When the wild dog wanted to bark, a saber brought a stream of light and accurately penetrated into the neck of the wild dog with a pop.  ¡°Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo¡­¡± The wild dog fell on the garbage heap, whining for a while, with strange tears dripping from the corners of its already dull eyes. It didn¡¯t know why those humans wanted to kill it.  Blood continued to flow from the wound, and the wild dog stuck out its tongue and licked the blood flowing on the lusterless fur.  The whining sounds in his mouth became weaker and weaker, and finally he slowly closed his helpless eyes and lay there quietly, motionless.  Those dark shadows gathered in all directions towards an extremely ordinary house, forming a siege.  A pair of heavily armed U.S. Marines stopped at the entrance of the alley outside the gate of the house. A major whispered into the headset: "Call the eagle, call the eagle!" The headset sounded cold and emotionless.  The voice: "Eagle received!" The major said: "The target has been surrounded by us, we can act!" The cold voice said: "Act in ten minutes, be sure not to let al-Zawahiri escape." In a private house, such as  In the labyrinth-like basement, Zawahiri was sitting in a room of about a hundred square meters, holding a glass of red wine in his hand and watching TV.  Adair suddenly broke in: "General, something happened!" Zawahiri frowned: "Adair, how many times have I told you, no matter what happens, you must stay calm." "Yes!" Adair  You stand at attention.  "Tell me, what's the matter?" Zawahiri took a sip of red wine and said calmly.  Adair said: "I just received news that the ETIM base in Mimita town and the training camp in the desert were attacked by the United States. No one survived." Zawahiri smiled slightly: "This is not  Is this what we expected? They kicked the Americans in the butt. I would be surprised if the Americans didn't get angry. " "Also!" Adair said, "The East 1st Islamic Movement has two bases in Libya.  They were also attacked by airstrikes at the same time, and now the East-Israeli Movement no longer exists. "What?" Zawahiri suddenly stood up on the sofa, his face changing constantly.  It is understandable that the Yankees wiped out the East Turkestan Movement here in order to appease the people at home. He had already expected this when he bought Hesumu Aishan to take action against the US Embassy.  But he never expected that the Americans would wipe out all their foundations in Libya, which was a bit unusual.  You know, the ETIM was secretly supported by the Americans, although later the ETIM gained strength, got rid of the control of the Americans, and united with the base.  But Americans will never care about this. What they care about is that the East-Israeli Movement has been causing trouble in China. This is also their purpose of secretly supporting the East-Israeli Movement.  But now, the Americans have actually wiped out two of the ETIM's bases in Libya. There must be something wrong with this, otherwise those shameless Americans would never do this.  Zawahiri pondered for two or three minutes, and finally raised his head suddenly: "Quick, my intuition tells me that it is no longer safe here. Let's leave here immediately." After that, he walked out quickly.  Adair followed closely and then ordered the two terrorists guarding the door: "Notify them immediately and evacuate within five minutes!" "Yes!" The two terrorists left quickly and said,  In less than three minutes, I saw terrorists emerging from more than a dozen houses centered on Zawahiri's house. I don't know where they came from, as if they were at night.  The mice that came out to look for food came out of the holes.  ¡°One, two, three¡­it was all dark, and then quickly moved towards Zawahiri¡¯s residence. There were probably two to three hundred people there.  As soon as Zawahiri walked out of the door, he suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky. The faint roar of helicopter propellers could be heard in his ears.  Zawahiri¡¯s pupils shrank sharply, the hairs on his body stood up, and his hands trembled.  Because the two Apache attack helicopters have reached the top of the 292mm high m230 cannon body.  It seems as if I heard the sound of the machine's head before firing.The center assembly rotates and the firing pin spring is compressed, the firing pin handle is released, and the firing pin quickly moves forward under the action of the spring force and enters the safety groove.  This type of artillery shell, code-named lw30, is a 30 mm caliber, lightweight high-explosive dual-function artillery shell that can penetrate armor and blast to kill other targets.  With this lightweight dual-function artillery shell, the "Apache" attack helicopter can launch attacks against armored combat vehicles in open areas and targets in urban areas.  The M230 is known as the Big Viper in the air. It uses a shell code-named LW30. It is a 30 mm caliber, lightweight high-explosive dual-function shell that can penetrate armor and blast to kill other targets.  If there are no anti-aircraft missiles, encountering them will be your nightmare.  Because no one can escape under the powerful aerial firepower of the M230.  During Operation Desert Storm that year, more than 200 Iraqi tanks were killed by m230s.  Zawahiri ran back desperately, but facing the M230, could he run away?  ¡°Thud, tug, tug¡­¡± Suddenly, a strong searchlight lit up, illuminating the ground as if it were daytime.  Amidst the dull sound that would make one's blood coagulate, clouds of fire and smoke rose from the muzzle of the machine gun, and the two to three hundred terrorists were like a hornet's nest that had just been stabbed, and they became completely chaotic.  Although they are fanatical religious elements and have received military training.  But facing the m230 with 600 to 1,000 rounds per minute, they can only scurry around like headless flies.  The bright red blood and human body fragments were slapped directly on their faces, allowing these fanatical guys who existed only to kill people to taste the taste of being slaughtered.  The two Apaches were circling back and forth at a height of 100 meters, completely ignoring the sporadic counterattacks below.  As the electric motor rotates, the cannonballs fired from the barrel draw an unforgettable and brilliant trajectory in the air, like a flaming dragon descending from the sky, plowing out the ground one after another, half as deep.  No matter what the trench is, it will be shattered into pieces in an instant.  Zawahiri was protected by dozens of terrorists and ran into the compound. He looked back when he entered a house riddled with holes.  His body was trembling. After the two fire dragons swept past, no matter what it was, the only result was that it was torn to pieces by the cannonballs!  "Thud, tug, tug" The m230 kept firing, hitting the terrorists who were scurrying around.  Seeing all this, Al-Zawahiri knew that he might not be able to escape this time.  It's just that he was very unwilling, but at this time, he had no way out and could only return to the basement as soon as possible.  Because he is also afraid of death, and he is terribly afraid.  Even though he is the leader of the base, he has never had a day of military training. This is the first time he has felt the smell of death and the sadness of being unable to control his own life.  It¡¯s just that his desire to survive was too strong, so he stepped into the house and quickly ran into the basement.  Because the entire basement is poured with concrete, even missiles cannot destroy it, and the basement is his only hope for survival.  The m230 is still roaring, constantly chasing and killing those terrorists.  Round after round of shooting, bullets rained like a shuttle, iron and blood collided with each other, converging into a terrible torrent, drowning everything in the world.  I don't know how long it took, but the m230 stopped roaring. The ground was in a mess, with rubble and corpses everywhere, and the strong smell of blood drifted away with the night wind.  Two Apaches were hovering in the sky, searching for any fish that had slipped through the net.  More than ten minutes later, the two Apaches drew a beautiful arc and climbed quickly, then disappeared into the sky.  The major chuckled: "Call the eagle, call the eagle!" "Roger that!" It was the same ruthless and majestic voice.  The major said: "Young Eagle requests action!" "You can take action!" The cold voice came again, "Determined to eliminate al-Zawahiri." "Yes!" The major stood at attention, "We have already surrounded this place. As long as we  The information is accurate, he can't run away." After saying that, he waved his hand and said, "Follow me!" "Yes!" The Marines quickly ran towards Zawahiri's house. Only then did they see clearly that there were 50 to 60 meters away.  Inside, it has become a hell.  Blood covered the ground, and piles of mutilated corpses and completely torn pieces of flesh were everywhere.  Stepping on it, there was a popping sound.  Even if they are soldiers, even if they have participated in wars, even if they have grown up in the tempering of blood and fire, even if they themselves do not know how many people they have killed, they will still be very uncomfortable seeing such a scene.  "Bang!" A Marine kicked open the door, then ducked and guarded the door with another soldier.  "Ta-ta!" "Ta-ta-ta!!!" The four Marines tentatively began to fire, and found that there were no enemies inside., raised his hand and made a gesture.  The major waved his hand: "Go in!" The Marines entered the yard and then cautiously approached the house. Two flash bombs rolled and flew into the house, followed by two strong flashes of light.  The major made a gesture, and four marines entered the house in a flash. After searching, one of the team members said: "Head, there is a basement entrance here." A smile appeared on the corner of the major's mouth: "Go down, be careful." Zawa  Heri sat in the communication room, glanced at the remaining twenty or so men, and said calmly: "God is calling us. He told me that all the infidels deserve to die. Before we go to see him, we must first  Those infidels are sent to hell.¡±
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