Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1296 I take back my previous chapter, they are not small fry!

"Dad, I'm scared, I'm terrified!"

"I want to go home, I want to go home right now!"

On the shore, trapped in their fishing boats, the fishermen huddled together in fear.

Gunshots and flashes of light continued to come from outside, and the bald Japanese soldier's corpse was still lying on the deck.

No one dared to look up to see what was happening outside; only screams could be heard continuously.

They were afraid of being detained there indefinitely, afraid of being hit by stray bullets and dying.

Fishermen are a group of people who rely on the weather for their livelihood. They only organized the island protection action on a whim, but they never expected to be detained here.

These Japanese devils were also very shrewd; they detained some extremists and local civilian organizations on the island.

Therefore, the problem evolved into conflicts between different groups of people, which prevented the problem from being properly resolved.

Right now, another firefight has broken out on the island, and as ordinary civilians, they have no idea what's going on.

"I'll go out and untie the cable!"

"You're going to die!"

A young man wanted to risk going out to try and untie the rope so he could save himself.

However, the captain stopped them, explaining that the current state of fishing boats meant more than just untying the mooring lines to leave.

Some parts of the hull have been pulled onto the mudflats, meaning the hull may have been erected.

Unless there is a tether, even if the cable is untied, they may not be able to leave for a while.

"What should I do?"

"Wait a little longer, the higher-ups will definitely send someone to rescue us."

"Could it be that those people outside killing Japanese soldiers are the ones who came to rescue us?"

"It's possible, very possible!"

Thinking of this, the fishermen's tension eased slightly.

Some of the bolder ones dared to slowly get up and observe the situation outside.

It was pitch black outside, and with only the faint light of the moon, it was difficult to see what was going on.

Meanwhile, some people also noticed the two groups of people who landed on the south side of the island.

Judging from the shadowy figures, they were probably holding guns, and they looked quite formidable.

"go go go!"

Before SEAL Team Six Captain Vincent could give the order, Delta Force Captain Shawn preemptively issued the battle command.

Although the SEAL team members were very unhappy, they obeyed orders and dispersed.

They opened fire fiercely into the distance, instantly forcing Jiang Kunpeng and his group to take cover.

The difference between a regular army and a bunch of rabble is quite obvious.

Especially since this group is from Japan.

As the saying goes, you have to consider the owner before you beat a dog; the Dragon Shark Squadron is currently facing just such a problem.

"Damn it, these guys don't seem to be Japanese?"

"Looks like an American!"

"They're Americans, I could hear them speaking English!"

"Damn it, I knew this wasn't so simple. I knew those Japanese devils didn't have such accurate marksmanship. Turns out they have a powerful backer!"

"Kunpeng, your leg is bleeding! You're injured?!"

Lu Bing looked at Jiang Kunpeng, who was sitting behind the rock, clutching his calves tightly with his hands, and said worriedly.

Jiang Kunpeng, abandoning his usual jovial demeanor, glanced down and spoke with much more fluency: "It's nothing, the bullet grazed me, and a small piece of flesh was knocked off."

He turned around and glanced quickly at the enemy who had suddenly stopped firing, his heart sinking: "These guys are probably from America's special forces; their military skills and combat techniques are superior to ours."

"We are isolated and helpless, and there is a high probability that we will not be able to go back."

"But one thing is certain: we must not be captured alive, even if it means death."

Lu Bing slammed his fist on the ground, heartbroken.

I knew this mission would be difficult, but I didn't expect the enemy to have already set up a trap on the island.

If they had enough firepower, they could still try to fight back; but their weapons and equipment are inferior, their numbers are outnumbered, and their tactical skills and military quality are completely outmatched.

At this point, without reinforcements, he couldn't imagine any way out.

Lu Bing: "It doesn't matter if we die, but what about those fishermen? If we die too, then they will be in real danger."

America's soldiers were notorious.

The dirty work they did in West Asia is countless, with no amount of information that has been reported.

Shooting civilians, using heavy machine guns from helicopters to mow down crowds, and even torturing and killing children are all common occurrences.

If they fall, there's a high probability that these fishermen will also suffer.

As for the so-called Geneva Convention, they don't care at all; they treat it like toilet paper.

......

"Were any killed?"

"Not yet."

"However, these guys aren't the ones we're waiting for."

"Which group, the ones wearing sheep-head masks?"

"Yes, the difference in strength is too great; they're not even in the same league."

Upon hearing this, Sean couldn't help but sneer: "Vincent, why are you turning back again and again, and getting more and more cowardly?"

Vincent coldly replied: "I'm stating the facts. You haven't faced them; once you've run into them, you'll know that your opponents are not as easy to handle as we imagine."

Sean didn't take it to heart; he hadn't actually fought those masked men.

The original plan was that the higher-ups, having received intelligence, ordered them to stake out those guys again.

They heard the gunshots at first, but did not appear immediately.

The goal was simple: to use the Japanese gangsters, extremists, and even the Japanese soldiers on the coast guard ships on the island to help deplete the enemy's ammunition.

Yes, in their eyes, these Japanese soldiers were not much different from domesticated dogs.

Their purpose is to help them restrain their opponents, making them bite whomever they are told to bite.

So, he's dead, so be it. There are plenty of dogs anyway, there's another bunch to the north.

Sean chuckled: "Hehe, then I'd really like to see just how much strength you have in your so-called 'not so easy to handle'."

He glanced around and sneered, "However, I reckon those guys won't dare show themselves now. At this point, showing their faces would be certain death."

The Delta Vice-Captain echoed with a sneer, "If we had known the mission was this simple, and the enemy was this weak, we wouldn't have needed to take a plane all this way."

"The SEALs specialize in dealing with small fry; there's no need for us to be involved. It's a waste of our talent and time."

"You damn bitch, what are you barking about!"

SEAL team vice-captain Kevin finally lost his temper and yelled at the other person.

The Delta adjutant sneered, offering no response, his face full of mockery.

Instead, a Delta Force honey badger next to him repeated his superior's words: "Our deputy captain said, you SEALs are specifically here to deal with the scum..."

Thud thud thud!

Suddenly, a barrage of bullets came hurtling towards them.

The honey badger's upper body was instantly destroyed, its remains scattered in pieces.

The two teams immediately dropped to the ground, and Sean and Vincent both looked toward the direction from which the bullets had come.

Three speedboats were seen speeding towards them, cutting through the waves at an extremely high speed.

On the bow of the lead speedboat stood a man wearing a black ram's head mask and holding an MG42 general-purpose machine gun.

Vincent's eyes gleamed with the excitement of avenging his previous defeat, and he immediately ordered preparations for battle: "They've come after all!"

Deep fear flashed in Sean's eyes. At such a distance, on a speedboat traveling at high speed, they were able to kill one of his teammates with machine gun bullets.

At this moment, he had to retract his previous contempt: the group that had just arrived was definitely not some nobody, and he had to be on high alert!

"Calling Naba Base! Calling Naba Base! Target has appeared!"

"Roger that!"