Chapter 900 (1/2)

Gao Yang has seen the place closest to hell many times on the news. In his opinion, Jason's words are exaggerated.

Baghdad is chaotic, but it is not a particularly miserable and chaotic place away from the places where the fighting is going on. Gao Yang has been to Libya and Syria. In his opinion, it is a little too much to say that Baghdad is the place closest to hell.

When the plane landed at Baghdad airport, Gao Yang was sweating as soon as he got out of the plane and stepped down from the aircraft gangway car.

Gao Yang knows that Baghdad is hot, so he doesn't feel too uncomfortable with the temperature. Especially after experiencing the damp and hot in the Amazon rainforest, this dry and hot climate is not too uncomfortable.

Jason and his company got off the plane in front of Gao Yang. After getting off the plane, they immediately ran all the way to the terminal, while Gao Yang still looked around after stepping into Baghdad airport.

Jason looked back and found that Gao Yang was dawdling like a tourist. Jason turned his head and shouted at Gao Yang, ”leave quickly! Don't be silly.”

Gao Yang carried a big bag and said to the humanitarian people around him: ”go faster. Look at them. Maybe this airport is not safe.”

Frye said with a smile: ”is there such an exaggeration? This is an airport...”

The bang of an explosion didn't sound close. They didn't squat down, but they all subconsciously shrunk their heads, and then immediately dispersed to understand what happened and look for the explosion there.

Then Tommy shouted, ”107 mm rocket!”

Tommy pointed to a pillar of smoke. The explosion was far away from Gaoyang. It was more than a kilometer, but it was not far from the runway.

Just as Gao Yang observed what happened at the explosion point, several people who got off the plane behind them laughed and said, ”rookie, the response is very fast, but don't look. This is Baghdad airport. There are rocket and mortar attacks every day. You can get used to it soon.”

People who are familiar with this place don't care about the explosion that just happened. They walk past them one by one happily.

After laughing at himself, Gao Yang waved his hand and said, ”let's go and enter the terminal.”

Frye, who thought he was ugly, said angrily: ”do all the guys of the Iraqi Republican Guard eat shit? This is Baghdad airport. It can be bombed like this.”

A PMC trotting past Frye's body stopped, looked at Frye and said with a smile: ”so young? Rookie? You'll soon learn something here. For example, the soldiers of the Republican Guard are really a bunch of losers. In addition, you have to adapt to shells that may explode anytime and anywhere. In short, enjoy it at ease, children.”

It seems that everyone takes pleasure in educating rookies. When a group of laughing people pass by, Tommy suddenly stops and yells, ”60 guns! Lie down!”

Gao Yang also seems to hear the chirp of mortar shells. Since Tommy asks to lie down, lie down. Even if it's just a false alarm, lying down on the ground will be laughed at. In short, Satan's principle is that as long as someone gives warning, it must be taken seriously!

Gao Yang and all of them immediately fell on the ground again. Not surprisingly, their behavior was laughed at by everyone around them.

”Ha ha, look at those rookies... FAK!”

”Falk! Hide! Hide!”

Just as the people who lined up to the terminal were laughing at the Satan mercenary regiment lying on the ground at least 60 or 70 degrees in the temperature of up to 40 degrees, the shell exploded only 20 meters away from the crowd. Then, a group of people who were laughing hurriedly fell to the ground.

When everyone else was lying down, Tommy shouted, ”run, run!”

Mortars usually have to be fired several times. Tommy was afraid to stay in place and wait for the corrected shells, so he quickly asked people to leave the place.

When a group of people fell down one after another, Gao Yang quickly stood up and ran towards the terminal.

After waiting for more than ten seconds and finding that there were no shells falling again, those who were shocked by the shells falling around dared to climb up from the ground and then ran quickly towards the terminal.

After waiting to enter the terminal without air conditioning or even a few pieces of complete glass, a black man in short sleeved shorts jumped and shouted, ”Falk, my legs are blistered! This damn place, damn weather.”

At this time, a white man also said with a dissatisfied face: ”those bastards are shooting more and more accurately, Falk. Maybe they can get one sooner or later.”