The Sickle team fought and retreated at the same time, and controlled the rhythm very well.
Bayonet stuffed the satellite phone back into his pocket, and pursed his lips a few times. Just as he was about to say something, he felt a heavy hammer on his waist, and then he staggered and knelt sideways on the ground.
At the same time as he knelt down, he turned around and looked around. In the distance, several muzzles were blazing with flames. Someone was shooting in this direction. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't come up with a breath. He only coughed twice.
"Hidden!" From the side, the sound of bullets hitting the sand made the Golden Retriever yell in shock, "King, left!"
Wang Zhen turned around and pounced to the left, landing in a standard lying position. Five more figures appeared behind the left side of the low-light night vision device. He didn't have time to think too much. He turned his head slightly and pointed the scope at it.
"Da da" "Da da"
After three consecutive rounds of short bursts of fire, a guy who was bending over, trotting, and firing trembled twice. He was hit by a 5.56 mm NATO bullet in the chest and neck respectively. Half of his neck was torn apart by the bullet, and was in the broken carotid artery.
Blood spurted out more than 3 meters high, and his neck hung down weakly.
The man wanted to cover them with his hands, but he touched them randomly and they fell to the ground.
One person was shot dead so quickly, and the five people around him immediately scattered in fear and fell down, and the gunfire stopped immediately.
"bayonet!"
"fine……"
"Fuck you, it's okay!" Donkey put down the gun, turned around and ran over.
The reality is completely different from the movie. In the movie, a team is very close to each other during action and fighting. In reality, they are far apart from each other, with a distance of at least 5 meters. This is to allow enemy bullets to escape.
The distribution surfaces are staggered from each other.
In real combat, if the bullet scattering area is controlled within one meter, the marksmanship is accurate, and the closer the bullet is, the higher the probability of being hit within the unit area.
Of course, CQB operations in small spaces in the city are forced by terrain restrictions.
But the movie can't be shot like this, and there can't be just one person in the frame. How to show the intensity and cruelty of war in isolation?
If you really want to learn how to fight by watching movies, then...
"Spread out and take cover!" Jin Mao was worried to death, but he couldn't say anything more at this time.
I can only grit my teeth and endure it!
Wang Zhen got up and rushed forward seven or eight meters quickly. He sat sideways on the ground, with his left leg in front and his right leg in the back. His legs were spread at about 60 degrees, his legs were bent, his feet were on the ground, and his arms were separated.
Put it on your knees, bend your waist, put the gun on your shoulder, and start suppressing shooting again.
The shooting range is too narrow in the lying position, and the exposed surface of himself in the kneeling position is too large. Wang Zhen can only shoot in the sitting position. Different firearms are used, and the sitting position is completely different.
After just a few short bursts of fire, there was an empty gunshot and the magazine was empty!
Depend on!
In theory, elites should always remember whether there are bullets in the gun. You can't gamble on this thing, but the problem is that Wang Zhen is not a veteran elite!
It's fine during training on weekdays, but on the battlefield, it's impossible to divert some attention to counting the number of bullets fired. I'm afraid I don't want to die!
Fortunately, Jin Mao and the others were all new recruits, and they had previously specifically asked Wang Zhen to practice more on changing magazines in various postures, which was a great relief.
Cursing in his mind, he quickly replaced the magazine with a new one as quickly as possible. As for the empty magazine that fell on the ground, he had no time to take care of it.
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"He was shot under the ribs on the right side. The bullet hit the lower edge of the board and shot backward into the lower abdomen." Donkey quickly reported the injury on the channel while taking off the body armor for the bayonet.
I opened the bayonet's first aid kit, took out the rapid coagulant and started to bandage the bayonet. This time I didn't have time to wait for the wound to completely solidify, so I put on tape and bandaged it horizontally with gauze to finish the treatment.
Putting the bulletproof vest on the bayonet again, the donkey forced out a smile and said, "It's okay. At most, the stool in the intestines flows into the stomach. It's all in the intestines anyway. It's not a big problem with the intestines or the stomach. Go back and find a beautiful nurse to take it out for you."
one time!"
"Thank you so much!" Bayonet cursed with a smile and went back...
Can you please tell me more.
"Golden Retriever, without support, breaks out on his own. Cobham gave me a phone call and we can call him when it's safe." Bayonet said in a low voice on the channel.
"Fake, shit, this bastard!" Shovel had the most violent temper and immediately started cursing.
"He is just a vampire. Apart from making money, don't expect anything from him!" Donkey said through gritted teeth.
"Well, it's so far away, so we can't count on them." Golden Retriever said in a deep voice: "Bayonet, how far is it from the temporary resting point?"
"About 600 meters."
"Shovel, bayonet, you two go first."
The two agreed, and Bayonet stood up with difficulty. He looked down at his stomach, gritted his teeth and started to jog. A sharp pain hit his stomach, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times. In this case, Bayonet did not put down the M72.
As if he started running directly after the appendicitis operation, Bayonet comforted himself in his heart.
Shovel was carrying the M240 with one hand. This time, no one was helping him carry the weight. The two of them couldn't run fast, and there were more Golden Retrievers and so on.
In fact, at this time, it makes no difference who goes first and who comes last.
…
Wang Zhen took the time to look at his waist. He had four spare magazines, but now he only had two and a half.
During training, I know how to save ammunition and try to shoot as efficiently as possible, but when it comes to the battlefield, it's not the same at all and I can't control it!
Of course, this is a comparison between the elites of Wang Zhen and the Scythe Squad. Whether they were training in the past or after being exposed to the PMC industry, they have developed the habit of controlling ammunition. Ordinary people must be outstanding.
Those who empty the magazine as soon as they start shooting are the normal behaviors of rookies.
I glanced at the other side, where the golden retriever was, 3 vs. 8, here I was 1 vs. 5, and there were two seriously injured people. It was almost impossible to retreat safely!
We must think of something!
Adjusted HK416 to single-shot mode and deliberately slowed down the shooting speed.
"clatter"
"clatter"
The firepower on Wang Zhen's side relaxed. After a few tests, the five people realized that they probably ran out of bullets. After all, the fight had been going on for more than ten minutes and the battle was still so fierce!
When they thought of this, the five people became more courageous. They further distanced themselves from each other, and began to alternately cover and prepare to rush forward.
The opponent's firepower is strong and weak. As the target of the fire, Wang Zhen feels it best. "Golden Retriever, be careful of the sides. I'll pretend to be dead to lure them out."
"You..." Jin Mao and others have received formal training. The military is very resistant to such evil tricks, but Wang Zhen is a wild man. The situation is urgent now. What else can he say? Of course, he chooses to believe Wang Zhen.
"Do it!"
After saying that, taking a deep breath, Wang Zhen suddenly stood up and ran to the side.
While running, he seemed to be hit by something, his steps suddenly staggered, and he fell to the ground and rolled twice before lying on the ground motionless.
The five people on the opposite side were stunned for a moment.
"Killed!"
"Seems to be."
"Keep trying."
The five people are very vigilant. They are all veterans of Iraq who have fought many battles. They are the absolute elite of the organization. They still maintain the 2, 3, 2, 3 method of advancing alternately.
The bullet was fired twice in the direction of the target, but the target remained motionless.
"Up, up, up!"
"Donkey!" Golden Retriever shouted.
Donkey immediately turned his gun and fired in a panic.
With only three people left, the situation took a turn for the worse. The attacking party's morale was immediately shaken, and their firepower instantly increased by three points.
Wang Zhen lay on the ground and watched as the five people on the opposite side got up at the same time and approached this way.
The five people suppressed it with firepower, and the donkey had to turn around to help the poet from time to time. After all, they were all experts, and the five people quickly advanced from about 150 meters to 100 meters.
100 meters...90 meters...
Wang Zhen chanted in his mind bit by bit, and slightly adjusted the muzzle of the gun back and forth several times to do a rehearsal.
When the five people entered the 80-meter range, Wang Zhen's breathing suddenly stopped, and he pulled the trigger with his index finger, "Bang!"
After one shot, without looking at the result, he moved the muzzle slightly about 3° according to the rehearsal, and the crosshairs in the scope once again covered a white figure, "Bang!"
Two consecutive shots in 1.4 seconds!
The butt of the rifle was pressed against the shoulder to cushion it, and the muzzle was moved again, aiming. The target in the scope seemed to be frightened, and suddenly rushed to the side. The man was in the air, but his body suddenly bowed, and a bullet hit the right abdomen.
, the hollow-point bullet tore the abdominal muscles, then the warhead deformed, rolled, and slammed into the liver, instantly turning the liver into a mess...
When the gun was moved again, it was no longer visible in the scope, and the other two people were obviously hiding.
3 seconds!
Three people were killed in a row, and the other two took cover. Wang Zhen let out a long breath, but when he relaxed, he felt slightly exhausted. He had only been holding his breath for 5 seconds.
"Fake, beautiful!" the donkey said loudly, rolling around on the ground a few times and changing positions.
Wang Zhen grinned, but didn't say anything. He just stretched out his hand and wiped the thigh of his right leg, which was wet and covered with blood.
I rubbed it on the sand a few times, and then when I remembered, I put my right hand on the ground and felt a stinging pain under my right rib. I couldn't help but take a few slow breaths.
The idea is good, but it may not be the same thing in practice.
That moment when I stumbled and fell, I was really shot. Two bullets were fired. One hit the armpit and was blocked by the body armor. The other hit the right leg and opened a blood groove on the thigh.
When he came out, his legs really weakened and he fell down.
This is completely different from the distance I originally planned to run.
Fortunately, although there was an accident, the result remained the same. Three people were killed, and the remaining two were too frightened to dare to move. Even the group of people who were chasing behind them were also startled and became cautious again.
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Only then did the Golden Retrievers have time to take a few breaths.
The opponent has 10 people left, and 4 of our own have retained their full combat strength.
However, 6 of the enemy came out late, and none of them had body armor. This shows that even if they have night vision goggles, they are not a good thing, and the combat effectiveness they can exert is not high.
The gap in strength between the two sides is not overwhelmingly large.
The stalemate lasted for more than three minutes. The bayonets and shovels had retreated far enough. Golden Retriever ordered again: "Retreat, wild boar, the poet goes first!"
"Don't call me wild boar!" Wang Zhen, who was feeling more relaxed, muttered in retort.
About 8 seconds later, when the enemy responded and increased its firepower, the two men retreated about 30 meters and then rejoined the battle group, suppressing the opponent's firepower.
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