Chapter two hundred and sixty seventh first battle
In the night sky of Somalia, a helicopter quickly flew across. Baidu search
He Zhenzhong grabbed a heavy anti-material sniper rifle and was looking at it. This was re-developed by Xiaoran after the last sniper rifle was damaged. The effective range is longer, reaching two thousand meters. With the addition of intermediate shooting specialization
With the bonus of intermediate sniper specialization, he is sure to snipe the target within a distance of three thousand meters.
And his designated apprentice, Yi Tian, was standing in the aisle. He had been practicing the physical skills he taught him since he got on the plane. He worked very hard, which made He Zhenzhong very satisfied.
"The God of Death has arrived at the destination."
Hearing the driver's voice, He Zhenzhong grabbed the heavy sniper, put it on his shoulder, stood up, "Pack up the equipment and prepare to descend."
Swish.
Everyone stood up immediately and arranged their weapons and backpacks.
Wow.
The hatch opens.
Situ Lingfeng grabbed the rope and slid down quickly. Yan Longhui, Zeng Fan and others followed closely.
He Zhenzhong looked at Yi Tian, "Have you ever killed anyone?"
Yi Tian's expression visibly condensed, then he shook his head.
"Yes, it is difficult for ordinary field troops to perform this kind of mission." He Zhenzhong nodded, "Wait a while, you can get used to it first."
"Um."
"Let's go." He Zhenzhong said, moved forward, grabbed the rope, and slid down.
Landed.
He Zhenzhong rushed forward two steps, squatted down, and set up his sniper rifle, on alert.
Boom.
Yi Tian also skied down, but his face turned a little pale. He was not a special soldier, so he had never received such high-altitude skiing training. It was good to be able to persevere.
This is jungle and mountainous terrain.
Song Tianlong, who was holding a slight charge, and Zidian, who was carrying a heavy machine gun, had already reached the front to explore the way. Situ Lingfeng, Zeng Fan, Lin Zhenlong, Yan Longhui, and Long Tianqi were scattered, lying on the ground or half-way.
Squat down and watch your surroundings.
In front, Song Tianlong waved his hand forward, then held up his gun, bent his waist, and followed a zigzag route, constantly using the cover of tree trunks to advance.
Zidian followed closely to his left, holding a heavy heavy machine gun in both hands, but it did not affect his movements at all. He walked on the uneven ground as if he were walking on flat ground.
Swish, swish, swish.
He Zhenzhong and others followed closely behind.
According to information provided by the Somali government, there is a Somali Al-Shabaab camp ahead.
"Gugu..."
There was a voice from the front, and there was something going on. He Zhenzhong waved his hand, and the people immediately dispersed and took cover.
Song Tianlong, who was at the front, had already put the micro-charge in his hand on his back, took out his head, bent his waist, and using the cover of weeds, slowly approached a warning post hiding behind a tree trunk in front of him.
Getting closer.
Suddenly, he kicked his foot, and there was a crash and the weeds swayed.
call.
He had already shot forward, holding his head tightly in his right hand.
Seeing Song Tianlong suddenly appear, the guy in charge of security was still a little dazed. He had yellow skin and black eyes? He was not from Somalia.
By the time he realized something was wrong and wanted to shoot, it was already too late.
Snapped.
The big hand fell on Song Tianlong's mouth, covering his mouth and nose, and then with a pop, the cold and gleaming head in Song Tianlong's hand sank into the guy's vagina, and warm blood splashed all over his face.
Poof, with a twitch of his head, he supported his body and put it down. Song Tianlong turned back, made an OK gesture, and then walked forward again.
"Walk."
He Zhenzhong made a move, then looked at Yi Tian who was not far away, "How do you feel?"
Yi Tian, who was still wrapped in a white bandage, turned his head, his face a little pale. This was the first time he saw a murderer, and it was so close. The guy's frightened look was still imprinted in his mind. He took a deep breath,
He looked at He Zhenzhong, holding the gun tightly in his injured hand, and nodded.
He Zhenzhong nodded, holding a sniper rifle, and quickly approached behind Situ Lingfeng and others.
After walking a certain distance, several guard posts were easily eliminated. Soon, the rebel camp appeared in front of everyone from the Death Special Forces.
Several PKM general-purpose machine guns were set up on the position. The black muzzles of the guns pointed at a small road leading here, completely sealing the place. However, the machine gunners were missing. It seemed that they had gone to sleep.
In the camp behind, there are incomplete cement walls everywhere, and the black marks left by bullets and artillery shells indicate that wars often occur here. The occasional Somali Al-Shabaab soldiers are also dressed strangely, and many are even naked.
Arm, carry the ak, and find a place to pee.
He Zhenzhong grabbed the telescope and looked at it. There were only four listless sentries scattered around, but they were all huddled to one side, holding their guns and yawning.
He wasn't too surprised. After all, this was not a real army, just a group of terrorists.
Putting down the telescope, He Zhenzhong looked at Situ Lingfeng, Zeng Fan, Yan Longhui, and Yi Tian and nodded, pointed at the four sentries, then lowered his right hand to his neck, and with one stroke, signaled them to kill one sentry each.
Killing someone? Yi Tian's expression was obviously stunned.
" Fear?"
Yi Tian bit his teeth, put the gun on his back, took out his head, bent his waist, and touched a sentry directly in front of him.
Under the cover of darkness, the four of them approached little by little with their heads held high and their waists bent.
The first one to take action was Situ Lingfeng. He was still two meters away when he moved. He kicked his feet on the ground and jumped out. With a cry, the sentry turned his head, and the frightened look in his eyes just emerged.
An arm circled around, fell on his neck, and then twisted.
Click.
The sentry tilted his head and became silent.
Almost at the same time, Zeng Fan and Yan Longhui took action, rushing out, reaching out with their left hands, covering the sentry's mouth, and the heads held in their right hands passed across the necks of the two guys, and with a pop, the heads were submerged.
Once in the flesh, the two sentries were defeated with almost no resistance.
Only Yi Tian is left.
He held his head and looked nervous. It was his first real murder, and there was an inexplicable fear in his heart.
"Death, him." Long Tianqi asked with a frown. The other three sentries have already been dealt with. If this last one is not dealt with for a long time, he may be exposed, and the sneak attack will turn into a strong attack.
He Zhenzhong shook his head and said, "Wait for five more seconds, come on."