GRS Glenn Doherty of the American Airlines in Tripoli finally found the plane at the airport. It was a private plane borrowed from the owner of Lipia Oil Company.
The Libi Asian military does have a few C130 transport aircraft, but the ones that can fly cannot be transferred at the moment. As for the US military aircraft, the Pentagon is still having this discussion.
The manpower was even more cramped. In addition to Glenn's three GRS colleagues, he only had two Delta members who came to support him.
"It can't really be just the two of you."
"Brother, what else do you want."
Glenn looked at the two people in front of him. They were fully armed and had a lot of stains on their clothes. It was obvious that they had just arrived after completing their mission.
"Thank you, my name is Glenn, Glenn Doherty."
"The Grinch"
"Frost"
The three men shook hands, but Glenn didn't ask them where they were from.
At Tripoli Airport, a private business jet was parked on the tarmac. Several flight attendants in uniforms and black silk stockings were standing at the foot of the gangway waiting for their passengers, six burly and heavily armed men.
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In Benghazi, Ron and others have escaped the extremist blockade on the road and returned to the intelligence station.
Webmaster Bob has already started the evacuation process and destroyed all the documents here. They all know that after those people attacked the Grand Cabin, their next target must be them.
The actions of Ron and others have completely exposed the existence of the intelligence station. When tomorrow dawns, everyone will know that there are people from the CIA in Benghazi.
What makes him even more troublesome is that the support from above has not yet been confirmed. They now have more than thirty people and only three or four usable cars. Even if they retreat now, they cannot safely transport everyone to the airport or the airport at once. port.
"I need you to contact the armed organizations that maintain friendly relations with us and see who can escort us to the airport now." Bob said loudly to all the intelligence officers in the intelligence room.
Everyone started working intensely. In addition to the materials being destroyed, they also kept calling various contacts to see who could help.
It's just that these people are just outsiders. It's okay to just follow them and yell a few times. But now it's clear that they need to fight with others. They will definitely not participate in this situation.
Bob also held the phone and contacted various departments, Langley, Africa Command and the air force base in Italy, all asking him to wait for rescue.
After a round of phone calls, Bob almost smashed the satellite phone.
"Bob, I received an unconfirmed piece of information. The hospital has admitted an injured person, possibly the Stevens driver." Gilanne had just put on her body armor when she received the call. She quickly put this The intelligence report went up.
Everyone was stunned when they heard Gilanne's words.
Bob almost couldn't breathe. The whole night's troubles were all because of this man. How on earth did he get to the hospital.
"You should know that we can't send anyone there now, so we are trying to verify this information and I will report it to Langley now."
If everything tonight was to kill Stevens, then this information would probably make some people explode.
But Bob can't think about this now. He just hopes to save his life. He has done everything he needs to do. He has done his duty and slowed down the GRS's support. After that, these soldiers acted privately in violation of their own orders. This is no longer the case. He could stop it.
"Okay, continue your work." He raised his head and shouted to the intelligence officers who were still in a daze, and then dialed Langley's number.
There are a total of four buildings within the walls of this intelligence station. Ron and others have climbed to the roof and assigned the positions they need to defend.
The only heavy weapons in their hands were an M240B machine gun, and originally a HK69A1 grenade launcher, but it was lost in the driving hall in the previous battle.
But the good news is that all of them have night vision devices, which has a very obvious advantage for such an armed organization that only has light weapons in hand.
GRS stood on the roof of the building and could clearly see the surrounding situation. Several cars drove out quickly from the alley next to it. They were all residents living near the intelligence station. It was obvious that they knew what was about to happen. .
The local security guard in the intelligence station did the same. He dropped his gun and ran away.
"I just said that you can't trust these people raised by Bichi." Tantuo cursed as he looked at the running backs of these people.
Jack Silva shook his head, "It seems that everyone except us knows what will happen."
"Guys, there's good news. Stevens may still be alive. Gil Anne just got the news." Ron climbed to the roof from below with the ammunition box.
The two DSS agents who retreated from the main driving hall jumped up happily. They had already accepted their fate. As security guards, the targets they needed to protect died unexpectedly, and their career prospects were probably over.
Now this news is really a revelation. If it is true, at least their careers can continue.
"Well, although the news has not been confirmed yet, I believe Stevens' luck will not be too bad. Now it depends on us." Ron boosted everyone's morale in a timely manner, "Maybe our support It’s coming soon.”
The whole world seemed to be quiet, like the calm before the storm.
"Ron, which direction do you think they will attack from?"
"There's nothing to guess, they will definitely pass through the open space." Ron loaded the M240B's ammunition belt and looked at the open space directly in front of him.
The open space is on the east side of the intelligence station. It is adjacent to the grassland of the slaughterhouse. There are some buildings with only supporting structures left, with many tattered plastic sheets hanging on them. It is really scary when you look at it at night.
Although there is an open space in this direction, where shepherds usually graze their sheep, the ruins of these buildings can provide cover for the attack.
In other directions, there are residential buildings. Although the terrain is more complex, it is not conducive to the deployment of vehicles and personnel.
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"Boss, where do you think those people will attack from?"
In Umbrella's office, Xu Chuan and several others were looking at the map on the table.
They had nothing to do and were playing war games while eating.
Xu Chuan pointed to the open space on the map, "What if I feign attack here to attract the attention of GRS, and at the same time let people pass through the residential area, use explosives to blow open the wall or gate, and then use various explosives to throw inside , no matter what grenades, RPGs, Molotov cocktails are thrown in for two rounds, the battle will definitely be resolved within half an hour.”
In the African region where mortarmen are considered a technical force, this ragtag group cannot use too complicated tactics. They don't understand it, so they simply break through from two directions, focusing on the concentrated use of explosives.
The Yamazaki Brigade was all killed by grenades. There are only a few people in the GRS. Even if they have night vision goggles, it won't matter if everyone is close to them. That thing is not a magic weapon. As long as there is a slight breakthrough, the GRS will lose the entire intelligence. The station's defense line collapsed.
Curtis looked at the map and demonstrated it twice in his mind. This tactic was simple and crude, but it was undeniable that it had a high probability of success. In other words, this was the only possible plan for the extremists to succeed.
Their choice to attack at night was a mistake in itself. These people probably didn't know that the GRS had night vision devices. If the advantage of the night vision devices was offset during the day, they might be able to break through by relying on their numerical advantage.
It's just that the extremists can't wait any longer because they don't know when U.S. military support will arrive.
Xu Chuan continued, "However, I guess those losers will only attack from here and leave a pile of corpses."
He shook his head. These extremists might have been civilians in the morning and picked up AKs at night. There was no question of tactical execution. Their belief was strong enough if they could not collapse after the first wave of attacks had killed all the casualties.
Just from looking at the previous actions at the Grand Cabin, we knew that the commander of these people was an amateur. He started smashing, looting, and burning before they even found him. He was at the level of a gang leader at best.
No wonder the Nusra Front has never been ranked highly before. Compared with their brothers from the same clan in Zuliya and Irak, they are simply a waste.
"Don't the Nusra Front have heavy weapons?" Albert pointed to the residential area behind the open space. It was about a kilometer away from the intelligence station, and it was in the middle of an uphill slope with no shelter. If there was a Tinder The Shika heavy machine gun can completely suppress the GRS at this distance.
"Yes, but it was probably killed by the GRS with a 40mm grenade in the main driving hall." Curtis said.
This group of Nusra Front people probably don’t have many heavy weapons in their hands. Most of them are common AK series rifles and RPG-7.
In infantry combat, a heavy machine gun and an experienced machine gunner are enough to change the battlefield situation.
"Boss, I just received news that Stevens was sent to the hospital." Albert raised the phone in his hand. Umbrella's informant had just sent the news.
"If this guy can survive, he must recognize me as a foster father or something." Xu Chuan thought in his heart, but whether Stevens can survive is still unknown. Don't forget Alex Just to take his life.
While a few people were chatting, the battle at the intelligence station had already begun. Just as they had just analyzed, this group of extremists rushed forward in the first wave. It was not that they did not want to hide their whereabouts. They did take advantage of the night. The cover was as close to the perimeter of the intelligence station as possible, but the movements of these people were seen very clearly by the GRS night vision goggles.
Ron and several others used IR laser pointers to assign their own targets to maximize efficiency, and this invisible laser can only be seen through night vision goggles.
The people of the Nusra Front had no idea that when they thought they were advancing covertly, they were actually being treated as a piece of cake by the other party.
An extremist carrying an RPG-7 was aiming at the wall in front and preparing to fire. Before he could pull the trigger, he was shot in the head by a bullet.
Gunshots rang out, and the battle officially started.
Different from the movie, there are not so many sparks from explosions in reality, and there are no clear muzzle flashes and bullet trajectories in the darkness. Only the mixed tracer bullets on the M240B belt will have streaks of fire.
Many of the searchlights set up on the walls have been knocked down by extremists. Although these people don't have much combat experience, as long as they have normal IQs, they know that these things will expose their whereabouts.
But this does not solve the problem. Their figures are also very clear in the night vision goggles.
In the dark, the companions around him will be killed by precise bullets after two shots, which fills the hearts of many extremists with fear.
Many of these people don't know what night vision devices are, and they have no idea why this happens, and the unknown is the scariest thing.
More than half of the forty people in the first wave died before retreating. The M240B fired a hundred-round ammunition belt and killed the most people.
Abdul, the commander of the Nusra Front, was not satisfied with this probing attack. He had been eyeing this intelligence station for some time and knew almost all the personnel inside.
There are definitely no more than ten people who can fight inside. In his opinion, after these people have just killed the American driver and burned down the driver's hall, they are at the highest morale. At this time, they should be able to capture this target with a single charge. That's right.
"We should have used all our strength to kill those Americans in the main driving hall just now." Abdul clenched his fist and hit the wall next to him.
It's just that he had some scruples at the time. There were not only the US military in the main hall, but also a group of armed personnel whose origins had not yet been figured out. The equipment of those people was similar to that of our own, but they were obviously more powerful.
He was worried that if the Americans were together with these people, his Nusra Front would probably lose everything.
In the end, after confirming that only those Americans had returned to the intelligence station and carefully inspecting the surroundings for no abnormalities, he made up his mind to attack here.
Now that the attack is blocked, he can only reorganize his team first and send out more backbones of the Nusra Front. The second time, he must capture this place in one go.
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"The gunfire stopped?" Xu Chuan stood on the terrace and looked in the direction of the intelligence station.
Curtis nodded. Although they were not at the scene, as the most experienced combatants in the world, they could still analyze a lot of things from the gunshots.
From the density of gunfire, you can almost judge the number of people there, the characteristics of the equipment, and even the level of training.
People on the GRS side basically shoot semi-automatically with a very obvious rhythm, while many people on the Nusra Front hold the trigger and don't let go. This is basically the behavior of novices. The extreme nervousness makes them empty the magazine. Probably not even aware of it.
Xu Chuan looked confused. It was not that he was doubtful about the abilities of this group of extremists, but that they just retreated without arranging anyone to continue harassing them. Even if they fired a few shots in the dark, they could make those GRS My nerves have been tense and I can't relax.
"Tch, this battle is not interesting at all." Xu Chuan yawned. It was so boring and had no technical content. It is normal to not have an advantage in equipment in such a battle, but it really does not mean that there is no need to fight. After all, if you are not facing the entire US military system, there are always more solutions than difficulties.
Curtis was sitting on a beach chair holding a beer smuggled in through HCLI, "The battles here are almost like this. Compared to the Culia side, they are much more brutal. The explosive trucks have already passed by. "
In his opinion, as long as the Nusra Front does not have heavy weapons in its hands, these GRS should be able to last for a long time until they run out of ammunition.
Damien Scott was sitting next to Curtis, also drinking beer, "The softies in the Navy are doing a pretty good job."
"Boss, there is news from HCLI." Albert walked in, "They said that someone from the intelligence station contacted them, hoping to help the people from the intelligence station evacuate."
"It's none of my business?" Xu Chuan turned to look at him.
Albert threw the phone in his hand over irritably, "HCLI's staff are all at sea, so we asked if we are interested. Also, don't let me answer the phone again, I'm not your secretary."
"Haha, why don't you look in the mirror, secretary?" Scott almost choked on his beer.
Albert's face darkened, well, his face was already dark, this damn guy, he had long wanted to teach him a lesson.
(End of chapter)
