Chapter 57: The Burning Sky (13)

The steel torrent of armored convoys rolled forward on the plains of Mosul, and soon entered the oil fields, and in just ten minutes, the convoy would reach the area of the firefight. Abdullah Krim looked out the porthole, exhaled slightly, and soon frowned again.

As the largest oil field in the former Ilet, this area is lined with oil wells and thick oil pipelines laid in the ground. In the peaceful days of previous years, there was a black gold flowing here. Even after being controlled by IWS, although there was no normal oil transportation channel, the IWS was able to obtain a huge amount of financial support for smuggling oil close to the ground.

Unfortunately, now, with only one or two wells still producing oil, the refinery is barely able to sustain the day-to-day needs of the largest terrorist group with a small number of refining projects, as the channels for transporting and smuggling oil to the outside world have been cut off almost overnight.

In the past, Abdullah Krim would have marveled at the magnificence and busyness of the place, and felt immense pride and pride in the organization for seizing such a region full of oil and wealth, and sincere admiration and admiration for the foresight of the chief. But now he can't care about that, and the most urgent thing he has to think about is how to catch that small group of damned enemies and make them pay the price of blood for their provocations. Only in this way can the organization's most important strategic oil producing area be reborn.

Now, the exchange of fire and explosions in the distance is still clearly audible, but the communication is never contactable, is it the enemy who has sabotaged the communication facilities? Or is there something that has changed in this?

Maybe. The troops should be divided into several routes and this area should be completely encircled. Then the main force goes straight into the war zone to ensure that the opponent is wiped out. But before that. Still, an Assange should be sent forward to reconnoiter to determine what tactics should ultimately be implemented. It is believed that with the strong protective capability and fierce firepower of "Assange", even if it cannot be completely wiped out against a small detachment, it will not be a problem at all to reconnoiter and ensure its own safety.

Thinking of this, Abdullah Kerim subconsciously glanced through the porthole at the two "Assange" rumbling in the sky ahead. But the moment his gaze passed through the porthole, Abdullah Assange's eyes froze.

A few kilometers away, in a flash of firelight, one of the four rotors of "Assange" on the right side suddenly broke. The helicopter lost control and sank in the nose, while the one on the left swayed in the air, threatening to fall at any moment. Immediately afterward, there was another bright light, and the helicopter on the right immediately lost control completely and fell headlong to the ground.

"Enemy attack—" Abdullah Krim's hairs stood on end, and a great fear instantly sent chills down his body. But before his shouts could be exited, two helicopters fell headlong to the ground. Two huge fireballs exploded.

Before Abdullah Klim could fully recover from the shock, a huge explosion occurred in the convoy, and the three tanks in front of him were incapacitated in an instant. It became paralyzed and lame, and a dozen armored vehicles in the convoy were lifted into the air. Then it fell heavily to the ground, and the original momentum of the steel torrent. It was as if it had suddenly been slashed by a huge blade, and it instantly became scattered.

The only thing that luckily amnes. Abdullah Krim's own armored vehicle did not suffer any heavy blows, but crashed into an assault vehicle in front of him during the emergency braking.

"Bang!" Abdullah Krimu's body was thrown out with great force, and his forehead hit the command platform in front of him, and blood immediately flowed.

But by this time, Abdullah Krim had completely forgotten the pain, and his heart was completely filled with a rush of rage, and he quickly got up, dragged down the heavy machine gun shooter who had been knocked to pieces, and operated the H4B2 heavy machine gun, firing two strings of tracer bullets.

He will always remember those two places, where the enemy hid and carried out a deadly attack on the convoy!

"******, follow the location I instructed, gather fire and attack!" Abdullah Krim shot wildly and roared at the still stunned bandits.

The bandits in the surrounding armored vehicles woke up like a dream, and they grabbed the weapons in their hands one after another, and their violent vitality instantly covered a large area.

To the surprise of the bandits, their attack did not get any response! Could it be that the enemy has been completely suppressed, and has even been killed in this dense vitality?

With the wisdom and coordination of Abdullah Krimu, the bandits began to attack in coordination with various weapons, setting a huge fire trap and firing extended fire.

Even if you turn this area into scorched earth, you must kill those despicable sneak attackers! Abdullah Krimu gritted his teeth and wiped a handful of blood from his forehead. But just then, he suddenly heard a dull explosion coming from afar.

The explosion was not loud, as if it came from the depths of the earth, it was very dull, but it was very dense, and it came from all directions, judging from the sound, the farthest explosion came from more than a dozen kilometers away.

The sound of boom boom became closer and closer, at first it was more than ten kilometers away, but soon, the sound spread across the vast field, rapidly approaching in the direction of the convoy. At the same time, the sound of this small explosion became more and more dense, like a drop of raindrops, at first it was sparse, then it became crackling, and finally, it was like a pouring rain, so dense that it was inaudible, and thousands of small explosions were connected together, and finally formed a huge wave of sound, which resounded through the world.

And the earth, too, trembled and twisted in the dense sound of explosions.

Abdullah Krimu was suspicious, what was the effect of such a small yield but such a dense explosion? Yes Why do you start so far away?

At this moment, Abdullah suddenly smelled a strange but familiar smell. The smell came out of the ground, gathered from all directions, and became more and more intense. In just a few minutes, as the dense explosion got closer and closer, the smell became stronger and stronger, wafting everywhere.

"What does this smell like?" Abdullah took a deep breath, and suddenly, as if he had thought of something, the blood-colored brush on his face suddenly receded, and in an instant he became pale, and his eyes shot a dark color of horror and despair, and a hoarse howl came out of his throat: "No-stop shooting, stop immediately-" (To be continued). )