"Mike, Mike, damn it, the sniper opposite, haven't you solved it yet?"
The deputy commander Lewis was a little anxious at this time. Harrison who was sent out to get the ammunition died. The commander was in a coma, and four comrades died. The rest of them were slightly injured.
A thirteen-member mercenary group has already suffered more than half of the casualties. Although the opposite is definitely not going well, but if it continues to be consumed, it may really be a sneak attack instead of a slap in the face.
"I'm injured, Lewis, I suggest that we retreat now. The sniper on the opposite side is very capable. If we are targeted, none of us can escape!"
Mike’s voice came, very weak. Lewis was really panicked at this time. Mike was the pillar of their regiment. He was once an instructor of a famous special forces in the world. He also served as an assessment instructor at the Venezuelan Special Forces Academy. He was actually injured.
"My left hand is completely abolished, let's withdraw, or we will really be finished!"
"Received! Everyone, prepare, retreat!"
After speaking, Lewis stared at the trucks arranged in a row, his eyes full of anger, and looked at his men: "We will find them, and even if we leave, we will blow up their cars!"
"it is good!"
Three minutes ago, Yu Zhigan searched for a long time but did not find the position of the sniper named Mike. It was not a good way to spend it here. He frowned and wanted to find a good way.
Just when Yu Zhigan was at a loss, he suddenly thought of a word in his mind that led the snake out of the cave. After thinking for a while, he had a way to throw the Mosin Nagan rifle that he had been holding in his hand to the front about two meters. s position.
Immediately after Yu Zhiqian took out the 416 from his back, adjusted the quasi-centre above, he stood up abruptly and fired at the approximate position of the opposing sniper, constantly suppressing it.
And Mike was lying on the ground, watching Yu Zhiqian shooting at his approximate position, did not choose to shoot but waited, lying on the ground, letting the bullet fly by his head, motionless, he knew The sniper on the opposite side didn't know his location.
Patience is a compulsory course for a sniper, like a hunter, lurking in place, waiting for the enemy to reveal its flaws, and then slamming the enemy with a fatal blow. The telescope in his hand has been staring at Yu Zhigan.
"Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!"
Mike has been counting the number of bullets. When Yu Zhigan shot the thirtieth bullet, he suddenly stood up. Through the scope, he saw that Yu Zhiqian seemed to be changing the magazine, but his face was mocking. Smile, as if laughing at his own stupidity.
For a while, countless thoughts flashed through Mike's mind, could it be that the magazine on the opposite side was lengthened? The ammunition capacity is thirty-five rounds? Even more, but he stood up and shot when he watched the other side remove the magazine.
As for why Mike didn’t shoot when Yu Zhigan was shooting, it’s not that he didn’t want to, but that he could not. If he stretched out the barrel of the gun, Yu Zhigan would be able to find his position, so his gun was always in front of him, holding it in his hand. The polarized telescope is observing.
The moment Mike stood up, Yu Zhigan knew that he had succeeded. He directly discarded the 416 in his hand, rolled forward, and grabbed Mosin Nagan, who was thrown on the ground by him. After Mike was surprised for a while, he also detained it. After the trigger, the bullet flew past Yu Zhiqian almost scratching his back.
Rolling on the ground, Yu Zhiqian knelt on one knee, with his back straight, Mosin Nagan in his hand aimed at Mike, and at this time Mike also saw his opponent’s hand in World War II that he has no name. Time antique rifle.
Before he could pull the bolt, Mike could only move hurriedly to the side for a certain distance, but Yu Zhiqian had completely locked him, and gently squeezed the trigger. There was no tremor in his arm. Mosinagan’s bullet, this time there was no The deviation directly hit Mike.
The moment Mike shot Yu Zhigan, his soul froze. He instinctively told me that he was going to die, but his survival instinct made him move his body abruptly, and the bullet hit him a little bit to the left of his shoulder. The position, directly penetrated, fell heavily to the ground.
After Yu Zhigan saw that he had a shot, he slowly pulled the bolt of the gun and sat down on the ground.
There was a pain on my left hand. I took a look. It was not shot, but I didn't know when I was scratched by vegetation. I didn't feel it before. Now I relax and the pain comes.
"The sniper opposite has been killed, Liu Wenlong, what's the situation on your side?"
"Captain Yu, the situation is not very good. We are all injured, but we are running out of bullets!"
"Pete, do you still have ammunition?"
"Yes, there are two boxes of loose bullets!"
"Give it to Liu Wenlong and the others!"
"Roger that!"
Yu Zhiqian stood up again from the ground, leaning on a big tree, looking towards the place where the fire was crossed, and found that the two sides had a tacit ceasefire, knowing that there were not many ammunition on the opposite side: "There is not much ammunition on the other side, where are you John !"
"Head, I was on their side and found that the opposite person was retreating backwards. There were six people in total, and one of them was unconscious!"
"You pay attention to safety, I will cover you, Pete, after you prepare the magazine, notify John, everyone will shoot at the same time!"
"Roger that!"
Carrying an ammunition box, Peter quickly ran to Liu Wenlong and opened the ammunition box, which was filled with loose bullets.
"Gao Yang, Chen Feng, you guys put bullets!"
"Roger that!"
Gao Yang and Chen Feng immediately picked up the magazine on the ground, grabbed a handful of bullets, and quickly pressed into the magazine.
As for why I press more magazines before the war, people with this kind of problem can only have insufficient military knowledge. First of all, how heavy is an empty magazine? An empty plastic magazine is about 150 to 200 grams, and five magazines are about one kilogram. ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
Don't underestimate the weight of one kilogram. The weight of each soldier is calculated, and where is the extra magazine? In fact, on the battlefield, one of the most common things is that everyone exchanges fire for more than ten minutes, half an hour or so, with a period of intermission, and press the magazine to continue fighting.
Gao Yang and the others moved very fast. In three minutes, each person pressed ten magazines. After each person lost two, everyone immediately had a certain amount of ammunition replenishment.
"John! Get ready!"
"Roger that!"
Following Yu Zhiqian's order, John who had moved to the side suddenly stood up from where he was hiding and pulled the trigger. (End of this chapter)