Building D has the best shooting angle and height, and can attack the front and rear doors at the same time, as well as the slaughterhouse on the side known as Corpse Paradise.
Having the best shooting conditions means that more firepower needs to be output.
As the machine gunner in charge of this important place, Long Zhan needs to prepare as much ammunition as possible in advance to facilitate the subsequent firepower.
The buildings of the intelligence station are all flat-roofed, and there are no stairs that can be walked up directly.
Every time Long Zhan goes up and down the roof of Building D, he can only climb up through the iron escalator next to it, and he can't carry much ammunition in one trip.
Time is so tight right now, and the ammunition and weapons required for combat are huge, and Long Zhan will definitely not be able to transport them alone.
The rest of the GRS team also had tasks and needed to carry ammunition to their respective areas, so they couldn't spare any time to help Building D. .
In order to complete the preparations in time, Long Zhan came to the lobby of the office building and found Gilani, a runner who had just gotten started.
He said to this blonde sexy girl: "It will be dawn in 6 hours, and then the whole city will know where we are.
We need to do everything possible to hold this place until the support forces from Tripoli arrive. Now I need your help. Find me some helpers among your people. "
Seeing that the two had in-depth exchanges, Gilani did not hide anything and said openly: "The stationmaster is not planning to stay, he has used all means to evacuate.
As much as I'd like to help you, it might be a bit difficult to do in this situation.
Moreover, we are not combatants and have not received systematic combat training, so we cannot provide you with much help. "
Gilani was indeed right. There is a big difference between intelligence officers and agents.
"I don't need them to participate in the battle, I just need to complete the logistics work for us, that is, deliver the combat supplies to the roof."
Long Zhan finished his explanation briefly and said with a confident smile: "Believe me, without the help of our GRS, you can't leave here.
It is simply unrealistic to rely on the help of the Libyan army or police. They cannot and do not dare to get involved.
If you want to successfully escape from Benghazi, you can still only rely on us, GRS. By helping us now, you are also helping yourself. Think about it carefully. "
Finished.
Long Zhan said nothing more, leaving a little space for Gilani to make his own decisions. He strode back to the armory room and began intensive preparations.
When Long Zhan finished delivering a box of tens of kilograms of bullet belts, Gilani appeared in front of him with two people.
These two people were very familiar to Long Zhan, namely Amao, the translator, and Weiner, who had acted together.
The two may have traveled frequently on missions and had contact with various industries in Libya, making their judgment of the situation more accurate.
The two of them were very unfavorable about the emergency evacuation plan proposed by the stationmaster.
So when Gilani found the two of them and said that GRS was in urgent need of help, the two ran over without hesitation.
12:13pm.
After a few minutes of intensive preparation, the GRS team and the DSS team, totaling 9 people, were all in place on the roofs of the four buildings of the intelligence station.
At the foot of each person's chosen shooting spot, weapons and ammunition were placed.
Among them, the preparation for dragon battle is the most exaggerated.
Not only are there three boxes of more than 4,000 rounds of 5.56 bullets, but also a box of high-explosive grenades, an RPG7 launcher and 6 rockets.
The fine tradition of flower growers has been brought into full play by Long Zhan.
The defensive work was completed, and the noise outside turned into the calm before the storm, with only the office building still buzzing.
Intelligence officers are still executing the station chief's orders and trying every means to get help from the Libyans.
Long Zhan stood by the outer wall of Building D. Directly in front of his field of vision was the outdoor livestock pen of the slaughterhouse, and on the left was an ordinary residential building.
The atmosphere in the intelligence station was highly tense at this time, but in this residential building it was just the opposite.
In order to avoid the hot air in the house, the owner moved a chair to sit outside and watched the football game on the TV in the house through the window.
Seeing Long Zhan sizing him up, he raised the bottle of wine in his hand to say hello.
Long Zhan's tense mood did not ease due to the friendliness of the owner of the house, nor did he say hello or respond, but his brows furrowed.
All deployment conditions in the intelligence station can be clearly seen from outside.
This is a big problem!
In order to solve this huge hidden danger, Long Zhan climbed down from Building D and went up to Building C to find Tyrone and put forward suggestions and improvement plans.
Tyrone didn't hesitate at all and immediately accepted Long Zhan's improvement plan.
Immediately, a radio announcement was made: "Guys, we are going to solve the lighting problem now. We will turn off all the lights inside and only turn on the safest lights.
Please confirm that you are carrying night vision equipment and that the air recognition infrared strobe is turned on.
Although the probability of air support arriving is lower than the probability of me running for President of the United States, it will not harm us.
Teague, you know this place best. Go down to the control room and turn off the lights. "
All lights outside the walls of the intelligence station are turned on, and all lights on the internal buildings are turned off. The intersection of light and dark can create a subtle visual difference, making it more difficult for outside personnel to see clearly what is going on inside the intelligence station.
This was Long Zhan's suggestion to Tyrone, showing his rich experience in night fighting.
"In the war zones of Iraq and Afghanistan, Black Hawks would come to pick us up at any time, but here, we all became lone heroes. This is really wonderful."
Teague saw Long Zhan climb onto the roof of Building D again, and while complaining, he walked towards the ladder that Long Zhan came up from.
"A lone hero? It looks pretty good. I can't wait."
Long Zhan walked back to his "position" filled with ammunition, picked up a rocket, skillfully released the safety, and inserted it into the cylindrical launcher, grinning with a set of white teeth.
"It's a good thing you didn't get a chance to control the nuclear weapon."
Teague left behind a meaningful remark, implying that Long Zhan was a firemaniac. He descended from the iron escalator to the ground and ran towards the control room at the front door.
at this time.
In a row of residential buildings opposite the gate of the intelligence station, the gates opened at almost the same time, and then cars drove out one after another.
It is not difficult to see through the car windows that every car is filled with families and their families.
It is impossible for all of them to escape in such a uniform manner at the same time. Spontaneous organization is simply impossible. The only answer is to receive the notice at the same time.
This place will become very dangerous next, so you need to leave quickly if you don't want to hurt innocent people.
That's why we have the scene in front of us!
