Chapter 1474: The Muzzle Under the Sea

Diego Garcia Island is actually a purely military base. There are no civilians on the island, but there is never a shortage of various living supplies. Even in non-war periods, transport ships arrive on this island every day.

It's just that for the American soldiers on the island, staying on this island is definitely not a pleasant thing.

Each rotation lasts half a year. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, seeing more is full of visual fatigue, not to mention that the island is so big and it is located in a tropical area near the equator. In such a place, no one likes long-term boring. Repeat the same life.

Even if there are various entertainment facilities on the island, there will be various entertainment life, but the boring living environment cannot be changed. After all, if there is no entertainment life, it will be even more difficult.

With the advent of war, the atmosphere on the island suddenly became serious. Every day was the endless roar of fighter jets taking off and landing, no matter it was day or night.

Everyone on the island needs to learn how to work and rest in such a noisy environment.

Recently, due to the reinforcement of 2,000 people, the number of people on the island suddenly increased, but it didn't give people a lively feeling, but there was always a very depressing and tense atmosphere.

The southernmost point of the island is also the corner of the V-shaped island. This is the widest area of ​​the island and the most concentrated location of military facilities on the island.

Forty-eight hours have passed since the war with the Iraqi-Syrian Federation. The news of continuous defeats on the front line also made the air and sea military base four to five thousand kilometers away take on a very gloomy mental outlook.

In the past, the news of victory came back, but now the victory seems to be far away, which makes many American soldiers feel a little negative in their hearts.

After all, they didn't come to join the army because of their patriotism, but more because of the considerable income and the military benefits they brought to their families. Everyone wanted to go back alive to see their families.

The same is true for most American soldiers.

There are family members they care about at home, wives and children, and it is most unworthy to lose their lives on the battlefield thousands of miles away.

The relics of the soldiers brought back from the front line made every soldier on the island feel extremely heavy.

There has never been a war that has caused the US military to suffer such huge losses. The cost of the war is rising almost vertically.

The most important thing is the number of casualties of soldiers,

This is the heaviest place for the US military to go up and down.

The Iraqi-Syrian Federation has launched a full-scale ground attack on the NATO wing in Iran at this moment. In less than twelve hours, the Eighth Army of the US Army has almost wiped out two brigades, and the casualties have exceeded tens of thousands. , Such news may be concealed from the United States for a while, but it cannot be concealed from American soldiers in other places.

For a time, the US military has spread the word in various military bases near the Middle East.

Here on Diego Garcia Island, it is the hardest-hit area for such rumors, because today alone, the remains of soldiers brought back from Iran have exceeded 500. And these are just losses on the Tarawa Highlands. At this moment, the Eighth Army is facing a comprehensive attack.

In the early morning, the blushing afterglow of the morning sun sprinkled on the beach, turning the clear sea water and sandy beach into a golden color.

The noise of the early morning assembly has not yet blown, and two American soldiers who are patrolling the seaside are looking boredly at the rising sun where the water and the sky meet in the distance.

"Yao Rui, do you think we need to go to the battlefield in this war?"

A black soldier, holding the weapon in his hand tightly, asked the Asian soldiers beside him.

Yao Rui (guest star of the book friend's real name) also tightened the M14 carbine in his hand, and said: "It will probably be soon, we were just here to rest."

"I heard that those guys in the Iraqi-Syrian Federal Guard are all war madmen. Even if your hands and feet are cut off, they will get up and bite your neck off. Aren't you afraid?" pale.

"Buck, please don't believe those rumors." Yao Rui touched his helmet helplessly, looking as if he had lost to you.

"This is not a rumor. I have a fellow. He serves in the 11th Mechanized Infantry Brigade of the Eighth Army. He has fought against the Iraqi-Syrian Federal Guard. He came back here with the transport plane last night to recuperate. When I went to see him, He told me himself." Buck clarified very seriously: "I'm not afraid of death, I still have a sick daughter who needs me!"

"Even so, so what, my marksmanship is definitely hitting the heads of those monkeys in the Middle East, every shot is accurate." Yao Rui said while making a gesture of raising the gun.

Buck, who was walking behind, seemed to have gotten used to the arrogant character of his comrades-in-arms. Just as he was about to say something, he was horrified to see that there was a round hole in Yao Rui's helmet, and blood donation mixed with brain matter was coming out of it. The notch of his helmet and the stream down his neck.

At this moment, Yao Rui was still holding his gun, and then his whole body slowly fell backwards towards him.

Buck's brain was in a daze in an instant, and his heart seemed to have stopped beating. In this short second, he felt that he was completely dreaming. The comrade who was chatting with him a second ago was suddenly headshot , I only said a few words on the stage, and then I suddenly received a box lunch.

The dazed Buck was confused for a while, not knowing where the attack came from, it was the enemy, which damned guy accidentally fired his gun during the sea test.

Thinking of this, Buck hadn't figured out why when there was no gunfire, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if his whole chest had exploded, and the damp and cold sea breeze poured into his internal organs, but he was completely He couldn't feel his heartbeat, only his hands and feet started to feel cold, which gave him a feeling of seeing the god of death.

When he was lying on the beach, his final consciousness seemed to see a gun barrel retracting to the sea surface on the calm sea beside him. Silenced sniper rifle.

What finally made Buck unable to figure out was why the troops of the Iraqi-Syrian Federation sneaked in this place.

But these have nothing to do with him anymore, because his heart has been pierced by bullets, and the remaining last consciousness has emerged his daughter's sick pale face, as if he really saw his daughter, his A smile appeared on his face, and then completely froze.

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