Great Single Player of the Heavens

The dead are gone, and the living still have to fight to the end for the unknown future.

A nuclear explosion not only lost the lives of 30,000 marines, but also the pride and arrogance of the Americans!

Alasad's act of detonating the nuclear bomb shocked the Americans, but also filled them with endless anger.

In particular, Lieutenant General Sheffield, the chief of the Middle East region who directed this operation, wished to find the instigator of all this immediately, smash his body into thousands of pieces, smash his bones into ashes, and pay homage to the souls of 30,000 soldiers in heaven.

However, they were unable to send troops again immediately to avenge Alasad and even Zakayev.

What the United States lost was 30,000 elite soldiers, not 30,000 bullets, let alone 30,000 dollars!

Just the funeral of the fallen soldiers, as well as public opinion at home and abroad, have kept the White House bureaucrats busy.

In this way, the heavy task of arresting Alasad fell on the shoulders of the British side.

To be more precise, it fell on the shoulders of the 22nd Brigade of S.A.S...

. . .

The third hour after the nuclear explosion.

Creden Hill, Tactical Indoor.

Under the lights, in front of the planning board with topographic maps and various photos, Captain Price, wearing a boonie hat, had a slightly trembling beard and a serious expression:

"The Americans were cheated by Al-Assad and lost a lot."

"That coward is not in the Middle East, but somewhere else!"

Tapping a satellite topographic map on the planning board, Price continued:

"According to the information provided by our informant, we got the location of Alasad's safe house in Azerbaijan, and he is very likely to be there!"

"And our mission this time is very simple. Go to Azerbaijan and capture Alasad!"

"In addition, the Americans also sent a Marine Corps squad to join this operation. So, keep your spirits up and don't lose face of S.A.S!"

"Is there a problem?"

The room was completely silent.

"Very good, gather at the airport in ten minutes!"

This time to Azerbaijan, S.A.S sent two elite teams of AB.

Together with the Mi Army squad led by Sergeant Griggs, they formed a twelve-member Anglo-Mi joint action team.

The team's field command was served by Captain Price of the S.A.S.

In order to ensure the success rate of this operation, Yingmi also requested the nearest air support from the Maoist government forces.

The three forces are united, and there is only one goal, Alasad!

. . . . . .

Mission Code: Hideout

Time: 2 o'clock in the morning.

Location: North Azerbaijan

Task executor: Anglo-Milian joint action team

In the dark night, at an abandoned gas station outside a village in northern Azerbaijan, Price and others met with the government troops who came to meet them.

"Captain Price, Alasad is on the farm in the village, and those extremists are protecting him."

After confirming the information, Price waved his hand and directed:

"Very good, start to act!"

As soon as the words fell, he took the lead and walked ahead, along the winding path, to the nearest building, and slowly touched.

As soon as they approached the outskirts of the village, there were bursts of gunshots and faint screams.

In the dark night, it is particularly harsh.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Gates followed Price,

Can't help but ask.

"It's extremists, they are killing villagers!"

"Hmph, they won't be able to do that anytime soon..."

Half squatting in the grass, Price, with a stern face, did not forget to command through the radio:

"Squad A, Team C, listen to my instructions, and rush in along the left side of the village. Team B, follow me in from the right side. All units pay attention, if you see any armed enemies..."

"Shoot to kill!"

This last sentence is full of murderous intent!

The overall structure of the village is like a defensive position built on a hillside.

On the outskirts are the houses of the villagers, and in the center of the village is a church.

Different buildings, with the church as the center, spread around.

After being occupied by extremists, the whole village is not as lively as it used to be, and it looks extraordinarily deserted.

To successfully reach the farm located in the innermost part of the village, there are only two options. One is to clear all the enemies in the village.

The other is to use the cover of night and buildings to bypass the enemy's defense line from both sides of the village and directly raid the farm.

Originally, Price's choice was the latter.

However, this time, the tactic of stealth assassination encountered strong obstacles!

"Wow woof!"

Accompanied by barking dogs, several Caucasian military dogs with vicious faces rushed out from nowhere, and rushed straight to Team B and the others lurking in the dark of the house.

There was no way, facing the oncoming vicious dogs, everyone could only shoot and kill them.

It doesn't matter if you shoot. The weapons used for shooting are equipped with silencers, which do not cause too much noise.

However, once found by the enemy, the military dogs will definitely search if they are silent. In this way, the traces of team B and others will inevitably be exposed.

Hearing the rapid approaching footsteps, Price made a decisive decision and immediately issued an order:

"Squad A, Team C, break in!"

As soon as the words fell, gunshots like popping beans were heard from the west side of the village.

The fierce gunfire made the enemies who were searching towards the direction of the houses immediately turn around and rush to the exchange of fire.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Team B entered the house from the basement, checked the enemy forces in the village through the window, and continued to rush towards the west side of the village.

Seeing that the stealth game could not continue, Price was also a bachelor, so he directly chose another method.

"Squad A, Squad C, keep fighting, hold your ground as much as possible, we'll flank the battle!"

"receive!"

After the communication ended, Price waved his hand, and his hoarse voice was full of firmness:

"Come on, let's give those bastards some color!"

Under the leadership of Price, several members of Team B hid in the darkness and slowly approached the firefighting site.

Along the way, when encountering any enemy with a gun, Lu Qi and Soap, who are holding a silenced sniper rifle in their hands, will make the opponent shut up forever before they can react.

Arriving in a private house about a hundred feet away from the exchange of fire, after distinguishing the positions of friendly troops and enemies based on the muzzle flashes and the number of people, Price immediately turned his head to Soap behind him and said:

"Soap, set the attack coordinates!"

"receive!"

Brother Soap took out a handheld beacon device from the tactical backpack on his waist, turned on the infrared ray on the device, and pointed it at the enemy's location a hundred meters away for three seconds.

Soon, a strong vodka-scented English came from the radio:

"This is M-2-5, the coordinate signal has been confirmed, and air support is ready at any time!"