However, the reaction of the three injured people on the ground was uncontrollably slow. Fortunately, they were all elites who had experienced hundreds of battles, so they were panicked but not confused.
The shovel rested on the ground with one hand, stood up and ran.
The donkey lay on the ground, used both hands and one leg to crawl forward quickly in a different direction.
The bayonet stayed in place, turned over, and lay on the ground with his head in his hands, trying to reduce the area where he was shot.
They were attacked by heavy machine guns and fired a round. The sand was hit with "pop" and "pop" noises, and the sand splashed more than half a meter high. But the good news is that no one was injured.
The machine gun pickup truck is well-known and quite powerful, but in the rugged desert area, even the best machine gunner will inevitably be affected by the bumps of the vehicle and his accuracy will be greatly reduced when shooting while moving.
The doors on both sides of the pickup truck were pushed open, and the two people jumped out of the pickup truck. After rolling around, they stabilized their bodies and began to shoot accurately. The bullets chased the three golden retrievers.
The pickup truck did not stop, and continued to drive towards the location where the Scythe team just stopped. The speed was not very fast, but the heavy machine gun kept moving, and the bullet chain was like the whip of God, sweeping back and forth.
Wang Zhen didn't dare to stop for a moment, so he turned into a monkey jumping in the desert, hunched over, running and leaping. There was no chance of aiming the HK416 in his hand, so he could only shoot based on feeling.
It's not clear whether it hit the target or not.
He kept staring at the pickup truck from the corner of his eye. Seeing him driving towards the place where he had just been, Wang Zhen suddenly thought of the donkey and the bayonet. It was impossible for two cripples to evade it as quickly as the others!
Without thinking, he suddenly braked suddenly, turned his head, and fired tongues of fire from the muzzle of the gun. A hail of bullets swept towards the car.
As a result, Wang Zhen's face changed drastically, sparks flew everywhere, and the steel plate was welded on the outside of the pickup truck!
Not only Wang Zhen noticed the situation here, Jin Mao, the poet was much more experienced than him, so he naturally paid attention to it.
It’s okay to say that armed pickup trucks are bankrupt beggars’ version of armored vehicles or something like that, but that doesn’t stop a broken pickup truck from crushing infantry, even if you are an elite infantryman!
"Da da da"
Golden Retriever also fired continuously, and the bullets hit the person operating the machine gun.
But it didn't work. There were 10 mm thick steel plates welded to both sides. It wasn't wide, but it was enough to block bullets from both sides.
"Poet!" Seeing that he could not help at all, the golden retriever immediately turned his gun and pointed it at the other attacker.
In order to put enough pressure on him, Golden Retriever simply stood up and charged and hit him at the same time.
"Donkey!" Wang Zhen didn't finish his sentence. He only felt a pain in his chest. He lost his balance and fell backwards. Knowing that he had been shot in the chest, he rolled backwards continuously. He took the time to "ta-da" and "ta-da" and started to fight back.
It's not that the donkey can't get up and run a few steps, but it can't run fast. As soon as this guy got down on the ground and picked up the HK416, he aimed at the driver's position and opened fire like crazy.
The front of the driver's car is also made of welded steel plates. It's not high, but it blocks most of his body. If he shrinks his body a little, it's completely hidden.
Seeing the machine gun belt sweeping towards him, the donkey hurriedly rushed to the side. "Bang", a 7.62 NATO bullet hit his chest. The donkey's face turned red and he fell directly to the ground.
"Bang!" At this moment, the poet's gun rang out, and an M993 armor-piercing bullet hit the side steel plate with a "ding" sound. The outer copper skin deformed and fell off, and the tungsten steel alloy core inside slammed into the traditional steel plate, "Bang!"
"Hit the guy operating the machine gun in the ribs.
The man's body tilted, his hands trembled, and the bullet passed over the donkey's head in pursuit.
But that's it. After the M993 penetrated the 10mm steel plate, it was completely unable to penetrate his body armor.
Feeling the threat, the machine gunner immediately turned his gun and fired the bullet belt directly at the poet.
"Da da"
"Da da da"
Long and short bursts alternated, and if the car wasn't moving, it would always be bumpy, and the poet was running around like a rabbit, so the poet was relatively safe for the time being.
But it’s only temporary!
No matter how inferior an armored vehicle is, it cannot be resisted by infantry without heavy weapons. The distance is only 80 meters, and the vehicle is still moving.
In a hurry, the only person who can cause damage to the armored vehicle is the poet, and the poet himself is now unable to protect himself.
At this moment, Bayonet turned over and sat up. He picked up the M72 rocket launcher next to him and put it on his shoulder. He turned his head and aimed. There was only one warhead.
If it doesn’t work, everyone will be screwed!
The movement of the bayonet was so sudden that the machine gunner on the roof of the car was focused on the poet and did not notice it at all.
Just when he was about to finish off his opponent, the Arab driving the car saw it and shouted loudly, "RPG!"
The shout made the machine gunners in the truck suddenly turn their heads. In any case, they never expected that the Scythe team would hold on to a rocket launcher and use it to no avail!
It was only because they firmly believed that the Scythe team no longer had heavy firepower and it would be difficult to threaten the armed pickup truck that they pursued them again.
The distance was only a few dozen meters, and Bayonet could see the frightened expression on this guy's face. In the previous battles, he had never had a chance to play a role and could only act as a bait. Now, I finally waited for him.
He is not one of those Middle Easterners, and RPG will not be easily defeated!
"Go to hell!" The bayonet index finger pressed down hard.
The machine gunner suddenly turned the muzzle of his gun, and due to the drag of the flare, he could clearly see a fire whip being thrown towards the bayonet sitting on the ground.
"boom!"
The rocket launcher hit the pickup truck, and the flames of the explosion completely submerged the pickup truck in an instant.
"boom!"
A 7.62 machine gun bullet hit the bayonet's face diagonally. The bullet hit the mandible and flew out with the lower half of the bayonet's face.
"Bayonet!" The donkey covered his chest and roared as he looked at Bayonet, who was shaking on the ground with half of his face missing. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Hearing the explosion behind him, Golden Retriever ignored it, but the donkey's sound of "bayonet" made Golden Retriever subconsciously lower his head, pause in his steps, and then his right leg weakened and he knelt down.
Golden Retriever, who instantly realized that he had been shot, jumped forward.
The poet who had been paying attention to the pickup truck was overjoyed when he saw the pickup truck being blown up. Then he heard the donkey's sad cry and turned around to see the tragic scene of the bayonet.
He put his hands on the ground and was about to get up and rush over. But just halfway through the movement, he saw the golden retriever rushing out from the corner of his eye.
That's not the right move!
Kneel down, M14 on your shoulders.
When the man opposite saw the golden retriever hit, he immediately started to shoot again.
"Bang!" 120 meters away, simple aiming, the poet fired
"Tap!" The opponent aimed at the golden retriever and pulled the trigger.
A 7.62mm M993 armor-piercing projectile hit the chest body armor. The tungsten penetrating warhead directly penetrated the ceramic insert plate on the chest and entered the chest. It smashed the ribs blocking the way and was mixed with bone stubble.
Lungs.
The bullet passed through the lungs, penetrated the bones and muscles of the back, and was finally blocked by the bulletproof insert on the back.
A 5.56 NATO bullet hit the golden retriever helmet, drawing an obvious trajectory behind the helmet, and finally hit the neck guard of the body armor, changing the trajectory and flying out.
The last person on the other side saw that the armed pickup truck he had high hopes for was blown up, and he turned around and ran away without caring whether his other companion was dead or alive.
There was a helicopter coming to the rescue, and there were still so many wounded in the Scythe team. He didn't think the people in the Scythe team would pursue him. As long as he ran 100 meters, no, 50 meters, he would most likely be able to run away!
"boom!"
The poet pulled the trigger again.
But when you leave your back to your opponent on the battlefield, you are already dead!
In just one moment, four died and three were injured!
The donkey got up and staggered towards the bayonet, his voice unintentionally crying and his eyes blurred.
The lower half of his face was missing from the bayonet, and he could not speak. Blood was pouring out. The donkey was helpless and had no idea how to stop the bleeding.
There is no mention of first aid at all.
There was still clarity in Bayonet's eyes, and the effects of the morphine injection he had received had not yet worn off, but he knew that he was definitely dead.
Holding the donkey with one hand, he was writing something on the sand with the other hand.
All the way!
From beginning to end!
Motto of the U.S. Army's 82nd Airborne Division.
Wang Zhen stood beside him, clutching his chest, biting his lips, and burst into tears.
Shovel ran back with his head lowered and a ferocious expression on his face.
The poet squinted his eyes and muttered something in a low voice.
‘Take me home’ Bayonet wrote on the ground again.
After reading these few words, Wang Zhen couldn't bear it any longer and burst into tears.
The golden retriever sat on the sand, pressing the artery on his calf with one hand while shouting loudly on the channel, "Scarecrow, Scarecrow, it's safe, land, hurry up, save people!"
"Land immediately." The Scarecrow kept paying attention to the battlefield at an altitude of more than 300 meters. Not to mention the instructions from above not to participate in the war, the Black Hawk he flew was not equipped with a weapon system and was used purely as a transport aircraft.
Confirm safety and start landing.
"Hurry up, hurry up." The donkey kept mumbling.
Wang Zhen reached out and raised the bayonet with the poet, and walked quickly towards the helicopter.
The donkey limped along and the shovel glanced left and right, only to find that the golden retriever had been sitting on the sand more than 30 meters away without moving.
I immediately realized something was wrong!
"Golden Retriever!" He yelled, and Shovel ran over quickly. When he got close, he looked down and saw that the heel of the Golden Retriever's right foot was shot. It was rotten. He didn't know the exact extent of the injury, but he definitely couldn't stand.
Woke up.
"Put on the tourniquet!" Shovel knelt on the ground and reached out to help Jin Mao hold the blood vessel. Jin Mao then untied the medical bar, took out the tie and tied it to the ankle, then turned it several times to tighten it.
"Let's go!" Shovel tried to pull the golden retriever with one hand, but suddenly he felt dizzy, a feeling of weakness came from his body, and his arms completely lost strength.
Fortunately, Wang Zhen, who heard the sound of shovels on the channel, ran over.
The two of them ran quickly towards the helicopter with the golden retriever on their backs.
The golden retriever endured the pain and did not forget to tell Wang Zhen: "Call Daryl immediately and ask him to arrange for the nearest hospital. Doctors are also available. Everyone needs blood transfusions, otherwise we will not be able to survive in Baghdad!"
He saw the condition of the shovel just now, and it was obvious that he had lost too much blood.
He hasn't seen the condition of the bayonet yet, but he also knows that it must be particularly bad.
The donkey was shot in the butt, and even though he was running and being beaten, he couldn't stop the bleeding at all.
He, Wang Zhen, and the poet are the only three who are in relatively good condition.
"I know, I'll call right away." Wang Zhen agreed, reached out and grabbed the golden retriever's satellite phone, and dialed as he walked.
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