Nine times out of ten, the shooters gave him a silly smile, but he didn’t hear what he said clearly. He didn’t finish his speech at the top of his head. A scream came from the top of his head. A dozen mortar shells hit the machine gun position in a row, and sharp shrapnel fiercely gnawed at it. The platoon leader watched so many soldiers being submerged by the smoke, stunned, and slapped himself hard to determine whether it was a real barking. He rushed to push and shove the bloody bodies, shouting their names to see if they were alive, even if there was none. Not dead, not cut down by shrapnel, or killed alive by the explosion wave-is that a large-caliber mortar or a high-explosive anti-personnel bomb? Fifteen meters from one shot, you can’t hit a corpse. More than a dozen shells hit the fart for a few seconds, and the lethality of a platoon machine gun position can be imagined. The platoon leader felt that his red chest was suffocating and he wanted to roar but he couldn’t. He wanted to call names, but he didn’t know who to call names. He spilled his anger. The machine gun was blown to pieces, and he swung a gun with several parts. The barrel of the gun was smashed and smashed, and he screamed and vented his anger.
"Bastard, put that worthless thing in your face away!"
A dignified drink came from behind. The platoon leader threw away the barrel and turned to glare at the unknown guy. As soon as he turned around, he got a slap. He froze and called "Colonel …"
The head of the regiment pointed to the platoon leader’s nose and swore, "Are you really a soldier? Are you really a veteran? More fragile than a little girl! Remember that you can bleed but sweat on the battlefield, even your intestines can flow out, but you can’t cry! Let me see you make such a childish move again and I will shoot you myself! "
The platoon leader straightened his chest "yes! ! ！”
The head of the regiment pulled him aside with one hand and roared, "Put up 12 mortars and blow them to death!" Just after the order, he was thrown down by the platoon leader and a string of bullets stuck to his scalp.
Several doors were finally delivered, and 12 mm mortars were erected. Heavy artillery shells were loaded into the barrel and the gun rope was pulled. "Mao Mao Mao!" A row of shells whirled out and smashed the building. Suddenly, the building was shrouded in smoke and gravel. What do you think of the dazzling flag? It was thrown to pieces by the explosion wave. The soldiers of the Tiger Regiment who had been passively beaten gave bursts of cheers and shouted "Well played! Well played! " Encouraged, the artillery hit even harder, and they all hit six rounds of high-speed fire every minute. A scarred -55 staggered over and the main gun was aimed at the building and joined the shelling ranks. "Boom!" An armor-piercing bullet hit the wall of the building and was punched out of a big hole in the washbasin. The smoke was wrapped in flames and spewed out of the hole. It is estimated that the people inside would die very ugly if they were not killed. Unfortunately, it was an armor-piercing bullet. Yes.
The lethality of non-armored targets is greatly reduced. If it is a high-explosive incendiary bomb, there will be many people in it.
"Knock, knock!"
After several rounds of shelling, several skylights were opened in the building, and the firepower was weakened. Many tanks dealing with this kind of strong fortifications were better than mortars, so that some heads finally took a bite of evil spirit, and their facial muscles twitched and jumped. The members of the tank rushing team shouted, "Don’t patronize the fun! Hit the foundation and collapse a section of the wall so that we can rush-"The last two words hit the tip of the tongue, and I can’t say it anymore. A sniper rifle shot from a distance pierced his left chest, chest in and chest out, and a hole in his finger came out, and a big hole in his fist was broken. The impact of the rescue bomb was so heavy that he was pushed from the tank and fell to the ground and twitched. It was another sniper’s good deed! The furious tiger group has just cooled down the cannon barrel and swept the machine gun towards the sniper’s possible hiding place. The dense explosion leaps from the ruins and cracked the pot. It seems that if they have such high-tech instruments, they can see a ten-year-old sniper throwing a sniper rifle and running hard in an attempt to escape the artillery fire. Before he ran 20 meters, the barrage covered his legs and ran half-way, but in any case, his shot still crippled the tiger group and lost its head. The whole group was in chaos. It took half an hour to launch an effective offensive, which gave the puppet troops the most precious time to shake their morale. During this half an hour, the puppet troops strengthened their fortifications and destroyed the tigers’ tanks and mortars. The tigers had to pay ten times the price to attack this fortress.
After storming for such a long time, I made progress, but I also set up a colonel. I was furious and severely reprimanded the front-line commander. They ordered them to take Kunsong for 72 hours. They were running out of time. The enemy bombed the front-line army violently and began to struggle against the shortage of missiles. The Liberation Front had to dispatch a large number of fighters. Citigroup desperately tried to ensure that the logistics line was safe, and the strength of the two armies was too unequal. The precious fighters were also destroyed. One was missing. Although the Liberation Front was on the offensive, it was sensible. We all know that if we can’t make a quick decision, the consequences will be disastrous. I’m afraid that the puppet troops are sure that the Liberation Front is exhausted after one puff of gas. Therefore, they are bent on fighting with the Liberation Front. They have a great michel platini, and michel platini will give them whatever they want, but the Liberation Front doesn’t have such a good condition to fight so hard. It must be that the Liberation Front made a fire. The lean Major General finally calmed down and asked the deputy head of the Tiger Regiment to take over from the head to direct the war. Then a large group of senior staff members threw a map to plan an offensive. Liu Weiping accompanied several military generals to attend the meeting
People are all tactical experts and strategic idiots. Everyone can see that they can’t win this battle. Although Citigroup has withdrawn from the ground battlefield, its strength has not been weakened. On the contrary, it has been greatly strengthened, and it has also let go of its hands and feet. Even the Khmer jungle has been bombed. I dare not do this before, even the president has to sign and approve the bombing of a toilet. They have successfully intercepted the soldiers in front of the liberation front logistics supply line. Every bullet and every bite of food is delivered by military workers at the cost of blood. Who can bear it for several months?
Liu Weiping didn’t have much interest in this bloody war, but he was less interested in the extremely active snipers in the city. After reading a casualty report, he found that the grassroots officers of the Liberation Front suffered heavy casualties, most of which were attributed to snipers. Those snipers in his hand were eager to see him eager to get the opportunity to participate in the war and give full play to the skills he had learned. Liu Weiping also felt a big headache after reading the map several times. The whole city was leveled and the ruins became the best cover for snipers, and he ran away with one shot. There are also a large number of snipers equipped with svd Dragonov sniper rifles, but most of these snipers are killed in the wild. It is not a problem to kill some enemy scattered personnel at ordinary times. The problem is that this is street fighting, and the opponent’s equipment and training are not weaker than their actual combat experience. In some respects, it seems that one-on-one sniper warfare has become the whole weapon system. The snipers of the Liberation Front have suffered a big loss. In street fighting, a sniper has a greater psychological deterrent to the enemy than a tank! He wanted to send his sniper into the city to deal with the ana snipers. He hesitated for a moment and nodded and agreed. Now their strength is stretched to the limit. It’s good to help more. Besides, people are always embarrassed to refuse if they take the initiative.
Liu Weiping turned to everyone and said, "Snipers go to town after dark. You can’t continue to fight if you play one gun in a group! Remember that I taught you the essentials of sniper tactics to be flexible and not to copy them mechanically, so it must be you who die! "
The soldiers said that they knew that a total of twelve snipers were divided into six groups and went into Kunsong city to look for their prey after dark. They didn’t know that they were dealing with the darkest and most elite "Death" sniper squadron of Citigroup, and the "Death" sniper squadron didn’t know that they were stared at by a group of guys who specialize in hunting poisonous snakes.
Both sides paid the price of blood just because they knew each other.
Chapter 35 ShiShan blood (in)
"The tough battle has entered the most difficult stage. We have invested all the forces at our disposal in this narrow battlefield, surrounded by layers of reinforcements. Every corner has been killed by bloody pieces. The puppet troops are crazy and desperate to invest in troops. We are desperate. Their firepower is too fierce and they have support in the past. Soon, there will be an overwhelming fleet of planes coming to throw rainstorms and bombs, which will make us finally form a superior force. Where there are a large number of soldiers, there is a sea of fire! Our army fought bloody battles but failed to repel the enemy troops … Our company stormed the downtown garden and invested four times more troops than the enemy. I found that we were surrounded by the bodies of comrades-in-arms and the wreckage of burning chariots. "
"There are too many dead people, and the water in the streets has been dyed blood red, which is disgusting. To prevent the breeding of epidemics, we must clean up the bodies, but we really can’t afford the manpower to let the flamethrowers burn the bodies. That stink has made our noses ache for two days."
"Enemy snipers are still picking on us, but now they have met their opponents. The Chinese scout snipers are very good. They killed four enemy snipers and seized a heavy sniper rifle in just one day. The enemy snipers had to converge and concentrate on fighting the Chinese snipers. We fought more and more. We began to lack ammunition, medicine and all the materials necessary for a regular army …"
-"The Ghost Contest in the Soldiers’ Diaries"
Major Skol Allen lay like a rock in the ruins. The muzzle of the sniper rifle moved gently like a poisonous snake and firmly locked a broken wall 600 meters away-people there! His facial expression is even breathing lightly, and most people pretend that he is a stone even if they step on him. To be fair, 4 sniper rifles are as good as 16. They are too delicate and have an effective range of about 900 meters, which is difficult to satisfy snipers’ appetite, and they often need meticulous and almost harsh maintenance, which makes soldiers hate this sniper rifle. The Marine Corps is equipped with 12, more than 20 of which have been thrown aside because of such problems, and some of them can’t grow mushrooms. It’s only half the battle. What can we do? The Pentagon has always ignored the army’s development of snipers. It started too late until it was involved in the logistics line of the Annan War and was equipped with svd Dragon Novo Annan snipers. After that, the Pentagon didn’t realize the power of snipers. Do you remember to fight the big bureaucrats? The Korean Peninsula taught the volunteer sharpshooters a truce and forgot it. 4 It’s the emergency of Leighton Company, a product of cold war. If you really believe the arms dealers, you will announce them.
If we go back on our word, most people in the squadron want to get 21 back. The power of this sniper rifle was confirmed in yesterday’s contest. Four snipers were killed by 21. All the bullets hit the head from more than 100 meters away. It’s a great irony that Citigroup sniper rifle killed the most elite sniper in Citigroup. Well, that terrible sniper died. He was driven out of hiding place by a helicopter and shot through the heart by Skoll.
Skoll blinked his eyes, threw the lithe figure of the sniper behind his head, and stared at the broken wall 600 meters away through a high-magnification scope. That sniper is really amazing, but there must be very few people in the Liberation Front, right? Otherwise, the Liberation Front wouldn’t have fought so hard. His partner Jim was equally excellent and well concealed. A helmet was carefully exposed from behind the broken wall. Two snipers ignored it. After a few minutes, an Annan soldier tore his clothes like a pile of cloth and quickly ran out from behind the broken wall, and then moved back more quickly. A series of tactics were honed a little bit in actual combat. If he lost his temper, the novice would have shot, but both snipers were dead people and rolled away several times. Let’s just forget that snipers are not gods. No one will force them to destroy their sight at all costs. Every enemy soldier who lives is the greatest threat to the enemy and gives up a chance to find a second chance. If he shoots recklessly and misses, he may never shoot again.
A few minutes later, the soldier came out again and flashed back. The exposure was longer. The two snipers still didn’t see him. He came out for the third time. Perhaps after many temptations, he relaxed his vigilance and flashed a tactical sign language behind the broken wall. More than a dozen soldiers who were also well disguised flashed out one after another. Seeing that their equipment should be that jungle, the special forces of Greenwood suffered a lot. A lean special force, Skoll, quietly waited until the other side was out of 20 meters before slowly pulling the trigger-
"bang!"
The captain, who was as cunning as a fox, burst into a cloud of blood and dust in his chest. The automatic rifle in his hand was thrown a few meters away and he fell down on his back. Jim also fired a shot at the same time. The gunner’s head behind the captain was blown into a ball of paste, but the whole small unit was not too chaotic. He quickly took cover and fired around. Obviously, the other side was not idle, but no two snipers had already retreated slowly. Then they smashed the shells with anger and hit the air.
Evacuate to a collapsed house and hide yourself firmly by rubble. Skoll v-42 combat knife pried open a can of lunch meat and cut the beef inside into several small pieces to stir up one.
Put it in your mouth and chew it slowly. Jim drew a bar on the butt of his martial arts knife and smiled at him proudly. "The 25th one is one more than you!" "
Skoll’s so-called shrug "When did I say I would compete with you?"
Jim said, "More than you means more than you. You have to lose."
Skoll said, "Okay, I lose."
Jim kissed a sniper rifle. "I can snipe and kill a hundred enemies and become an army hero in no time!" "
Cole wry smile "hero? I’m afraid it’s a butcher. Be careful not to let people know how many enemy soldiers you have killed here, or those idle journalists in China will put the names of’ butcher’,’ executioner’ and’ murderer’ on your head. "
Jim also opened a tin of cans and kept cutting beef and muttered, "I don’t believe it."
Cole said, "Don’t believe it? Ok, let me ask you, which is the best sniper technology of our squadron? "
Jim said, "Of course, it’s that asshole in Foehrer. This guy really killed 23 enemies in one day. He’s my idol!"
Skoll looked a little bitter. "Yes, he is always the best, but do you know how he is now?"
Jim chewed beef and didn’t lift his head. "Retired. Alas, it would be great if he retired a few years later. I dreamed of beating him once. Now there is no chance."
Skoll said, "I wanted to beat him once, but I never got a chance. He’s dead."
Jim stare big eyes "dead? How come! How is it possible! "
Skoll said, "He committed suicide last week."
Jim froze.
Skoll Youyou said, "After he retired, he suddenly found himself out of touch with the whole society. He knew everything that seemed normal and simple to people living in the city. That’s all. After his deeds were reported by the media, the whole country called him cruel and cold-blooded, and he was held responsible by young people at gunpoint. Even his hometown people called him that … In the eyes of Chinese people, he was a butcher and a loser. God forbid in natural born killers that he ended his life with the last police pistol. Hehe, it’s funny, isn’t it? A hundred thousand shells can’t be blown up, and a warrior who has been besieged by the enemy for more than half a year has never wavered. A colt pistol has died for more than ten dollars without heavy artillery bombardment and machine gun strafe! "
Jim is silly. "Then what is the desperate battle here? Just a curse? We are in accordance with the country
The family ordered us to come here and do what we should do, try our best to win this country, and demand that we must win the war. Where did we go wrong, the world will blame us? We deserve to die when we die, butchers and murderers when we win! Don’t want us to be satisfied with the reporters who let weapons go in this dangerous battlefield! "
Skoll said, "Nothing can satisfy those bastards unless you can catch them in the battlefield and let them taste what it’s like to be chased by shells and swept by machine guns …"
"bang! ! ！”
A shot from a distance interrupted Skoll’s words. The wall behind Jim was pierced and deformed. The bullet plunged into Jim’s vest and emerged from his chest with bleeding arrows and organ fragments. Jim fell to the ground with his eyes wide open and twitched. Skoll didn’t go to see Jim’s injury. He knew that if he went to check it out, it would be him! He rolled into two piles of rubble like a male bear rolling down a hill. He was black and blue and didn’t frown. Why did he ask for it? Because he knew that there was a sniper on the liberation front who liked to kill targets with heavy sniper rifles, he hit a helicopter yesterday, and an IRA major was blown into dozens of pieces with one shot. Seeing the shot that killed Jim, he knew that the god of death was coming. That abnormal sniper rifle could shoot through the wall and then kill Jim, and then he could open a hole in the wall to kill him and hide from the rubble, so there was no such danger. No gun could shoot through such a large pile of rubble.
The red color representing the human body temperature in the detector gradually dissipated, and finally a life was lost. In this way, my gun disappeared. Yang Yang pulled the bolt out of a five-meter-long shell casing, and another sniper was not dead, and the rubble was hidden. This sniper rifle couldn’t be opened. Yang Yang resolutely chose to retreat first. Everything was fine when shooting, but it was easy to expose a shot. If you don’t withdraw it, it’s not far from death. The cat walked around less than 20 meters, and a bullet flew over the scalp. Yang Yang was taken aback and rushed to lie down. It seems that Yang Yang also captured the other side’s position, but he didn’t shoot. It was like a leaf fell to the ground and there was no movement.
Both snipers’ eyelids jumped wildly, and a most pertinent comment "Master!" flashed in their hearts.
"Hey!"
A row of rocket shells flew overhead, and not far away, clouds of spiral fireballs rose and heat waves rolled in. It was the Liberation Front rocket launcher. Wesker secretly cursed the damn rocket launcher for blowing up this cheap weapon, but this thing was just like the guerrillas.
Today, you blew up a battalion, and even a day later, a battalion poured out its anger at you. He could secretly pray that the shells would not hit his side. Once they were covered, it was no joke. It is estimated that even the slag would not be left. Unfortunately, the artillery fire seems to have been extended to his side, and half the sky was red. You can imagine what it would be like for the IRA to be covered by artillery fire. Skoll must work hard to resist the impulse to jump up and run away. Once he jumped up and ran away, he would die faster! Don’t forget there’s a sniper watching him at the other end.
Yang Yang also sees sweat on his forehead. Who can hardly keep calm when he sees the barrage approaching him one meter and one meter? But he still doesn’t move, not even blinking, and he can’t run around from shrapnel and gravel. He will definitely shoot him at that end!
"Boom boom!"
A string of loud noises caused the two snipers to be dirty and painful. It was the fire of the 15 mm caliber howitzer that caused the clouds of flat explosion waves around them to rush and be covered by artillery fire. Even if the IRA was not killed, it would have to be shocked alive. The big caliber heavy artillery was so domineering and swearing in my heart. "Which idiot commanded the artillery and wanted to die!" He didn’t know that the puppet troops bombarded by artillery couldn’t scold such a large-caliber heavy artillery. Their fortifications were like children’s toys. Even people and carved castles blew up half of the concrete and steel structure fortifications. Otherwise, there would be no danger if they were directly hit, but the loud noise and air waves generated by the explosion were equally fatal. I don’t know how many soldiers were screaming in the fortifications, and one by one they were shocked to bleed their eardrums. A shell fell ten meters away from a bunker and failed to destroy it. However, when the Liberation Front began to charge, it was as silent as death. A whole class of soldiers lay in a twisted
Cole begged for mercy and prayed that the fire finally stopped-of course, it wasn’t the emperor who saved him, but their savior came. An f-14 roared over the battlefield blackened by the war, and a series of bombs were thrown at the artillery positions. The ears of two snipers were quiet.
Their contest has just begun.
