Chapter 560 Layers of Blocking (6) [Happy New Year]
Since you choose to take action, naturally you will do it as viciously as you want.
There is no need to aim, just rely on yourself to use tens of thousands of bullets, and shoot one by one, which is almost intuitive.
After the warehouse manager raised his hand, he fired a "pop" shot to greet him. Then, this shot successfully blasted the searchlight installed on the armored vehicle 70 to 80 meters away.
Immediately after losing such a light source, the light on the entire battlefield suddenly became weaker.
Regarding such a victory, the warehouse manager's heart was not even a little stirred up.
In this guy's heart, he arrogantly thinks that if he hits, that's what he should do, and only if he misses, it's worth paying attention to.
At the same time, other members of the first blocking group also took action, firing bullets at the back of the Tiger tank and the accompanying German soldiers.
A dozen German soldiers were knocked down on the spot, leaving the remaining soldiers to run around in panic, making the battlefield environment even more chaotic...
The only pity is that the crew on that Tiger tank was a bit of a jerk.
When the gunfire of the 98K rifle in the warehouse manager's hand rang out, the driver actually put the reverse gear on immediately.
This big car, which weighed 56 tons, retreated crazily back while thick black smoke billowed out from the rear.
As a result, Poluo was stunned for a second or two when he saw that this target could enter his shooting range.
By the time he reacted, the tank was almost 40 meters away from him.
This time, Po Luo did not hesitate too much. He directly pulled the trigger on one of the tracks of the Tiger tank, letting a Iron Fist 30 fly out.
It's a pity that the Tekken 30 is really a stupid anti-tank weapon that requires the user to get close to 30 meters before firing.
"Fuck~" Po Luo cursed bitterly.
Because that iron fist, with a bright firework in the air, flew more than half of the way, that is, a distance of twenty-seven or eight meters.
The flight path shifted significantly, and finally landed just a few meters away from the Tiger tank.
The mud that was stirred up in the sky by the explosion did not cause any actual damage except for covering the beautiful shell of the Tiger tank with a pile of ugly mud.
Fortunately, in the above series of changes, Qingshan, who had completely turned himself into mud and water, finally found an opportunity to launch a bazooka on his shoulder.
What's even more wonderful is that this guy cleverly hides in a dark corner on the edge of the battlefield.
In the current chaotic battlefield, the brightest searchlight has been knocked out by the warehouse manager.
At this moment, except for some German vehicles and tanks with their headlights on, there was some light source on the battlefield. The rest was pitch black.
The elf Gui Qingshan is hiding here, and no one seems to be able to find him before firing the bazooka to reveal his position.
As for Qingshan's accuracy in using the bazooka, there is no need to have too much doubt.
Don't forget, this guy nicknamed "Dead Face" was a retired PLA sergeant. The Rabbit family's 40-fire equipment is very easy to use.
Even though Bazooka is not 40 fire, the principles are actually the same.
Based on the above, it seems that the Tiger tank is basically settled; and the warehouse manager and others thought so after thinking about their actions and how to give Qingshan a chance to take action.
However, there is no absolute answer to what happens on the battlefield.
Before Qingshan, who was carrying a pipe of bazooka, successfully locked onto the Tiger tank and opened fire; suddenly, after a crisp gunshot, he was shaken all over and fell down with his head held high.
Holding his chest where he was shot, Qingshan endured the severe pain.
With difficulty, he yelled: "Everyone, be careful, there are snipers ambushing the German soldiers on the other side."
After shouting this sentence, Qingshan was worried that his teammates might not be able to hear this reminder because of the loud gunfire on the battlefield.
Struggling, I wanted to continue shouting a few words.
When he opened his mouth, a large stream of fishy-sweet liquid poured out directly from his throat; he even spat out a lot of blood foam on his own initiative.
The plan to let him shout out again was completely in vain.
According to the battlefield first aid knowledge learned by Cong'an Tusheng and Hei TCM doctor during their training.
Qingshan, whose vitality was rapidly disappearing, realized one thing in an extremely helpless way: this was the shot just now, which had already hit the blocking lung.
In such a dark situation, I will get a box lunch soon.
To put it bluntly, death is such a thing! In fact, after dying many times, Qingshan was used to it.
So before he died, the only thing he worried about was whether the other comrades in the team could hear his shouts just now?
After hearing this, Qingshan shouted with all his strength, and successfully fell on everyone's ears.
And at this reminder, the warehouse manager and others instinctively rolled around in confusion one by one, moving away from the original position of firing continuously.
Because in the pitch-black night, the flames from their muzzles had already exposed their location to the German snipers.
If you don't want to be called out by snipers, you can only move quickly.
Sure enough, as they rolled away, they clearly felt bullets hitting them at their original positions.
This means that there is actually more than one German sniper.
It can be said that if Qingshan had not warned him, at least two or three more people would have been shot.
By the same token, I had already aimed the 98K in my hand at the machine gunner's warehouse on an armored vehicle. I decisively gave up the target and rushed to the left.
The only difference is that while rolling to avoid bullets, the warehouse manager was filled with doubts:
In such a pitch-black environment, how did the opponent's snipers discover the existence of Qingshan?
Because he asked himself, even though his original 2.0 vision had been strengthened by the blood of the wolf-lizard beast, he couldn't do such an unscientific thing.
Of course, the matter of whether it is scientific or not is not important now.
The important thing is that he must cheer up and kill the opponent's sniper as soon as possible after the opponent's next shot exposes the muzzle flash.
Next, let's see who picks up the bazooka rocket launcher from Qingshan, hoping that there will be enough time to fire at the Tiger tank and blow up its tracks.
Therefore, after rolling all the way out of the warehouse for about 10 meters, I felt that my current position should be safe.
Immediately, he lay down in a puddle of mud soup again and picked up the 98K in his hand.
Unfortunately, after he discovered the muzzle flash of the opponent's gun and determined the position of the German sniper, he was unable to kill the opponent.
Because the sniper on the opposite side shot him directly on the right shoulder; the right arm that made him pull the trigger lost all consciousness in an instant.
When the warehouse manager was attacked, gunshots and muffled grunts reached his ears one after another.
What an evil thing! Not only was the warehouse manager shot, but other members of the team were also shot one after another.
Even further away, he threw away the broken gong that held the iron fist in his hand. If he hadn't stepped on a piece of mud while running and suddenly stumbled, he might have been shot now.
Damn it! Everyone can understand the fact that Degun arranged the sniper attack in advance.
However, all of them have piercing eyes that can see at night, and even if they were beaten to death, they would not believe it.
"Could it be that the people on the opposite side are the German stick team, but since they know that Zhongzhou is wearing DIY body armor, there is no reason why they can't hit us in the head?"
At that time, I was shot in the chest. Although it was successfully blocked by the bulletproof insert, the impact of the full-power 7.92 mm caliber bullet was still there.
Zhuye, who was still so painful that his mouth was crooked, muttered in his heart.
Finally, with such huge doubts and unwillingness, he took out a flare gun from his waist and fired a shot in the direction where the bullet had come from.
When the signal flare flew diagonally, the trail of light briefly illuminated the situation on the opposite side.
After seeing some unbelievable things, these guys from the Central Continent Team finally had an answer; but such an answer made them feel like bumpkins entering the city.
It was like going to a big city, and I was a little stunned when I saw it.
Fortunately, this kind of daze only lasted for a second or two.
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It’s no wonder that the warehouse manager and others were stunned for a moment, almost dumbfounded.
By the way! It was at this moment that they saw the German stick team that had played against each other once, or another team appeared in front of them.
The biggest reaction of these people is that they immediately retreated when they saw something bad happened.
There will never be a time when he looks like he is dumbfounded.
The reason for this was that they saw some people carrying large backpacks behind their backs and wearing large goggles with wires on their eyes.
Or maybe the STG44 assault rifle in his hand, in addition to an oversized scope, actually has something like a car headlight.
In short, a group of characters who looked like low-end versions of future warriors suddenly appeared in front of them.
It was the various firearms in their hands that were now firing bullets at everyone, leaving them in a panic, and many of them were even injured.
The total number of these strange and strange characters is not large, only about 20 people in total.
But around them, there were about a hundred German soldiers holding Yishui STG44 assault rifles or S43 rifles.
Just these new weapons with a small production volume among the German sticks make them look very elite.
Because the above scene is somewhat outrageous.
The bumpkins were briefly confused for a moment, but it seemed that it was not something difficult to understand.
Yes, that's right!
After just a brief moment of confusion, everyone in the Central Continent team responded; they even yelled out a sentence in Fat Paper's mouth, which was considered an answer:
"Everyone, please pay attention. These people are the German 'Brandenburg Troops', the most famous special forces of World War II. What they wear on their faces and the gadgets on their rifles are actually the most primitive individual soldiers at night.
Visual instrument.”
Okay! Among the statements above, although they are not completely correct, they are still basically reliable.
After all, the 'Orningborg Force' is descended from the 'Brandenburg Force', so there is no big problem in saying so.
Those people carrying large bags behind them are actually batteries that provide power for night vision devices. It is said that after being fully charged, they can be used for two hours.
Using wires and connecting them to things like large goggles, the relevant personnel can gain night vision capabilities.
As for the sighting devices installed on the STG44 assault rifle, those seemingly weird sighting devices are actually one of the many German night vision devices.
This thing is called: ZG-1229 Vampire Individual Infrared Night Vision System
At this point, with Fat Paper's reminder, everyone finally understood why the German army was able to find themselves so quickly in the current dark environment.
After understanding the situation, the warehouse manager knew that he had to retreat without any hesitation.
What the heck! The other party can see and discover our own personnel from a distance, but our own personnel can only rely on the flames of the opponent's muzzle to make some counterattacks.
In such an unfair fighting environment, it's still a shame.
Making a quick decision, the warehouse manager shouted:
"Those who can't run are left behind, and the others evacuate quickly. How many can run? By the way! Zhuye, after you withdraw, immediately tell Hu Biao about the situation here and let him think about it quickly.
way.
Otherwise, let him stand on the hilltop position to withstand the German armored division."
And when he yelled such a sentence, his right arm was regarded as an abandoned warehouse manager. He was so distressed that he gave up his precious 98K rifle.
First, he rolled several meters on the spot and dodged an incoming bullet.
Then he hid behind a big rock and used his good left hand to pull out the most popular secondary weapon in the Central Continent Team from the holster on his thigh: the M1911 pistol.
So what! The warehouse manager only injured his right shoulder, but it actually didn’t affect his ability to run.
However, this was his first time as the commander of a squadron, and he faced such a disastrous defeat; no matter what the reason was, this greasy middle-aged man really had no shame in withdrawing right here.
So, just fight and die here.
Use your own death in battle to allow more people to retreat.
With this thought in mind, the warehouse manager took a deep breath, quickly stretched out his body, raised his gun at the shadowy figure rushing towards him, and quickly pulled the trigger on his fingertip.
At the same time, the warehouse manager had no choice but to leave behind the broken piece, and the fat paper.
Just now, this unlucky guy was shot through the thigh with a bullet from an STG44 assault rifle by a German gunman with night vision on the opposite side.
He was so lucky that the shot even hit a large blood vessel in his thigh.
Although the guy gritted his teeth in severe pain and used an armed belt to trap his thighs, the blood spurting out of his blood vessels immediately decreased.
But when he moved a little, the huge pain from the wound let him know that he couldn't walk.
Since he couldn't walk away, this guy also started to attack violently; with a roll, he landed behind a mound of earth that was enough to cover his body.
Next, he continuously took off the MK2 grenade from his body and threw it at the figures who were rushing towards him.
Of course, he intended to keep the last MK2 grenade hanging on his chest as a glory bomb for himself and would never throw it away.
Being captured by a German gangster, as a rising star of a city bureau in the modern world, he could not afford to lose face like this.
But before he could throw away all the 8 MK2 grenades he was carrying; when he leaned out from behind the mound again, a bullet penetrated his gold-rimmed glasses.
Then, the warhead continued to advance and hit his head.
Under the rolling bullets, Fat Paper died without any suspense. The only thing worth mentioning is that his death was relatively pleasant.
Then, a grenade in his hand that he could not successfully throw fell to the ground.
A second later, a ball of fire exploded next to Fat Paper who had lost his life.
Through such a ball of fire, I was using one hand to change the magazine tube of the M1911 pistol, and then I realized that the fat paper was also hanging.
"What the hell! This damn mission, this damn weather."
After the warehouse manager cursed in his mouth, he held the handle of the gun between his knees and completed the loading action.
Then, he leaned out his body again and started firing.
After only two shots were fired, the sniper on the opposite side shot the warehouse manager in the neck. Suddenly, all the strength in his body drained from his body like a tide...
After 10 minutes, Zhuye and the others were able to temporarily get rid of the pursuers behind them, and they couldn't care less about the mud and water all over their bodies.
After the translator and Po Luo worked together to pull up a small oilcloth, they covered a small space to prevent rain.
Zhuye took out the radio station that was well wrapped in oilcloth from the backpack behind him, and reported back to the rear the information about the latest demining tanks used by the Germans, the 'Brandenburg Force' and other information.