"It's the damn sniper!"

Inside the armored vehicle, Wei Ran shouted in horror before everyone else, "It must be him!"

"You go control the machine gun!"

The conductor almost didn't think about it and left this fatal job to Wei Ran, then pointed at a driver and shouted, "Go and replace the driver! Don't stick your head out!"

"Can't I pay more for the fare and find a safer job?" Wei Xian asked loudly and angrily.

"The Ark is not a stroller! You can only choose between the gunner and the driver!" the conductor said impatiently.

"Pilot!"

Wei Ran once again spoke before everyone else. In comparison, the driver was indeed safer. The most important thing was that he really didn't want to operate a machine gun as a Falangist to massacre refugees.

Hearing this, the man who was originally assigned to be the driver not only looked indifferent, but also showed a look of joy. With the help of the conductor and others, he hurriedly tore down the machine gunner's body, and then climbed up himself.

Controlled the machine gun and started shooting.

"The rules of the Ark are that while enjoying the protection of the armor, you must also protect the Ark, especially the last person to board the vehicle."

Before he finished speaking, the driver's body was dragged to the conductor's feet by several other people.

"I will try to be fair"

The conductor rummaged through all the belongings on the two corpses and said, "Each of the living pilots and machine gunners will receive an additional payment, but only the living pilots and machine gunners. If you die, you

Everyone has seen it.”

As soon as he finished saying this, the hatch at the rear of the car was opened, and the two worthless corpses were skillfully thrown out.

But I know how to do business...

While Wei Ran muttered secretly, he stuffed the 20 US dollars he had just received into his pocket, put down the folding AKM in his hand, and pulled out the spare magazine from the chest strap, then he got into the driver's seat with his waist down and spoke at the same time.

He asked a question that seemed crucial but actually meant nothing to him, "How long do I need to work in this position?"

"One hour"

The conductor explained while giving extra pay to the machine gunner, "The machine gunner only needs to work for half an hour, and then he will be rotated in the order of getting on the train."

"Mr. conductor is a fair enough man"

Wei Ran, who was already sitting on the metal seat in the cockpit of the armored vehicle, complimented but secretly cursed his bad luck. He finally understood why the man just now was so willing to operate the machine gun.

The shorter time to operate the machine is only one reason. The other main reason is that the cockpit is actually no safer than the machine gun tower.

Like all M113 armored vehicles, the driver's seat of this rather old M113 armored vehicle can be adjusted up and down.

Raise the seat so that your head and shoulders can be exposed through the cockpit, providing a better driving view.

Lower the seat and you will be hiding in the car, using the observation windows at eye level to determine the situation outside.

But the problem arises in these slender observation windows. Originally, these observation windows should be equipped with thick bulletproof glass.

But the reality is that the bulletproof glass of these observation windows is all gone, and one of them is simply blocked from the outside with bricks. Not only the observation windows, but also the armored hatch of the cockpit overhead has gone somewhere.

.

This is a fucking ark! This is a piece of scrap metal that was resold by the Eight Dao Hands!

"Photographer, don't tell me you can't drive an armored vehicle"

The conductor sitting in the safest position behind the engine compartment asked.

"of course!"

As Wei Ran spoke, he tightened the bonnet on his head, raised the seat, and sat on it. Since the cockpit was not safe, it would be better to expose his upper body. This would not only have a good view, but also allow him to see

The situation outside, and it allows others to see your bunny hat clearly.

I hope the sniper watching this car is still a hot air balloon...

Wei Ran muttered secretly, he just hoped that the two shots just now were also fired from hot air balloons, and he also hoped that there were no other snipers nearby who were staring at this place.

"Go to Aka Hospital!"

The conductor issued the order, and also signaled the two militants in the carriage to push open the armored hatch on the middle roof, straighten up, raise their AK rifles, and start shooting - aimlessly, firing at the buildings on both sides.

Locking the control handle and letting the armored vehicle, which had returned to normal, run on its own, Wei Ran took out the APB version of the submachine pistol he had just obtained from Captain Ayman, who "unfortunately died in battle."

Naturally, his insistence on keeping this gun was not because he was interested in such a weapon, he just wanted to add some realism to his character.

Of course, he also has to admit that this is indeed a weapon suitable for armored vehicle drivers. If nothing else, this slightly large and clumsy hard cowhide holster not only contains four spare magazines full of bullets

, and there is also a silencer and a steel butt mounted on the silencer.

After glancing at the crewmen behind him who were firing wantonly, Wei Ran loaded the silencer, steel stock and gun belt onto the pistol as quickly as possible and slung it over his right shoulder.

After stuffing all the spare magazines and the bullets he had found earlier into the magazine bag that had been emptied in advance, he took out the camera under the cover of the chest strap, stood up, turned around, pointed at the conductor and others behind him, and pressed the shutter.

Perhaps noticing the camera in Wei Ran's hand, the flirty conductor and others either pulled down their masks, or put on an extra pair of toad glasses they snatched from somewhere, or took out a baseball cap and put it on.

On the head.

Although these people are trying hard to look handsome, apart from them in Wei Ran's footage, the real protagonists are the corpses that can be seen everywhere on the roadside, the glass windows that reflect countless sunlight after being hit by bullets, and even...

..

Even after he drove the armored vehicle around an intersection, wall-to-wall, shooting, scalping, and rough castration of a dozen captured little guys smaller than Rama were taking place on the roadside.

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And after castration, before those fragile and innocent lives disappear, the evil... tip.

"Hi! Say hello to me!"

Wei Ran suppressed the murderous intention in his heart and spoke loudly in Arabic to the armed man responsible for the castration.

"look at this!"

The militant held up a bloody ax in his left hand, and in his right hand he held up a string of wires, a string of... wires filled with castrated objects!

Amidst Wei Ran's increasingly overflowing laughter and praise, he pressed the shutter again, recording those crimes, and also recording the man... no, the beast, recording the face of the beast

The proud smile, and the row of children behind him who were still struggling, wailing, and bleeding——

He could do nothing except press the shutter again and again.

At this time, less than a hundred meters directly in front of the front of the vehicle was the main entrance of Aka Hospital. Around the armored vehicle he was controlling, more and more heavily armed Falangist militiamen gathered.

Why didn't the hot air balloon fight back? Did he...

While Wei Ran put a new film on his camera, he couldn't help but risk his upper body to poke out of the carriage. He even moved the submachine pistol originally hanging on his right shoulder to his left shoulder, and then turned around to give the nearest machine gunner a shot.

Got a cigarette.

However, until he drove the armored vehicle into Aka Hospital, until he used a machine gun to completely smash a dying old man in front of his camera, until the smoke was completely burned out and he bounced out of the vehicle, the machine gunner

He has always been fine and has not suffered any harm.

Could it be that the hot air balloon was really shot to death by a machine gun just now?

Wei Ran, who was thinking wildly, stopped the car under the conductor's shout. Almost at the same time, the machine gunner also fired a series of bursts of bullets towards the outer wall of the main building of the hospital.

This huge gunshot sounded like a trumpet, and the surrounding mob that almost surrounded the hospital also raised their guns and fired long or short bursts of fire toward their heads, and in tacit agreement, they compressed the encirclement little by little.

Amidst the smoke and wanton laughter, four trembling doctors walked out of the hospital holding white flags while loudly identifying themselves in Arabic, French and English.

Some of them are from Doctors Without Borders, some from Norwegian Aid, and some from the Red Crescent Society.

Of course Wei Ran recognized the four doctors. Although they had never worked together before, they had had contact with each other outside of work. They even shared the medicines that Wei Ran and others brought into the refugee camp in an ambulance.

While he raised the camera, he was only glad that he didn't see the sewing machine couple among the four people - he knew exactly what was going to happen next.

"This is a neutral zone, please..."

Before the four doctors holding white flags could finish their words, a militant standing on an armored vehicle pulled out a grenade and threw it at him like a dog that suddenly turned and bit into pieces!

"boom!"

When Wei Ran pressed the shutter for the third time, the grenade exploded, and the four doctors holding white flags made of sheets also fell to the ground, staining the white flags with innocent blood red.

"Listen to all Palestinians, whether you are a doctor, a nurse, a refugee or a damn patient, come out now and be questioned."

The lunatic who just threw the grenade raised his loudspeaker and shouted loudly, "My patience is limited, I only give you 10 seconds, otherwise these four 8-level terrorists will be your fate!"

Amid the wanton laughter of the surrounding Falange members, the militant who had just spoken also held up a loudspeaker and started an arrogant countdown.

Among the countdown that is getting more and more uniform and faster, some of them are wrapped in gauze, some are missing an arm, or have a leg amputated, or are using crutches, or sitting in a wheelchair.

, or walked out helping each other.

"We are members of the 8 Liberation Organization"

The leader, a man who looked to be about 40 years old and had one of his legs amputated below the knee, said loudly in Arabic, "All members of the 8 Liberation Organization in this hospital are here, take us away, and then.

..”

"Da da da da da!"

Just a second before Wei Ran pressed the shutter on the amputated wounded man, the machine gun on another armored vehicle that also drove into the hospital suddenly opened fire!

Among the spitting fire snakes and the steaming blood mist, the wounded who stepped forward on their own initiative, those crutches, those wheelchairs, and the man who Wei Ran personally helped him perform an amputation without anesthesia, all were subconsciously pressed again and again by Wei Ran.
To be continued...