Night began to fall, and the ruins of the residential area became pitch black. There were no insects or noises in the cold night, only the biting chill that filled the collars from the cold wind.
Richard, the chief shooting instructor of the Aurora Corps, was lying under an abandoned vehicle. He spent several hours using an engineer shovel to dig out a shallow pit on the cold ground as a bunker so that he and the deputy shooter could hide in it.
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In order to protect themselves, a steel plate a few millimeters thick was laid on the shallow pit, leaving only a small observation and shooting hole. An m107a2 large-caliber sniper rifle protruded from the hole, and the barrel was wrapped in rags for camouflage.
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In order to conceal it, a matching silencer is installed on the muzzle, and combined with a special infrared sight, it can achieve the effect of concealing the enemy.
As the chief shooting instructor, Richard personally followed the regiment commander to Baltimore this time and served as an observer for a sniper team. Next to him was a young Mexican boy who acted as the shooter.
The field of view of the sniper team was not very good. They did not choose to be on the roof of the house, but stayed at the back end of a street in a residential area. They could only see a range of 300 meters of the street. However, this place was particularly suitable for trapping enemies.
It's a frontal assault. Anyone who wants to break in has to face the risk of having his head ripped open by a .50 warhead.
During the day, the entire defensive position was bustling with activity. Mines, machine guns, grenades, and even heavy artillery were all speaking. But the sniper team remained motionless. Even if they saw the enemy moving within their shooting range, they did not fire a single shot.
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At night, the cold air made people's fingers freeze. Both of them wore cold-proof gloves and turned on their electric heating underwear at the same time. Otherwise, they would really freeze to death. But in this harsh environment, on the contrary,
It's time for the sniper team to show its power.
Due to the strong wind, the two sniper team members all wore black masks and stared coldly at a small open space a few hundred meters away. This monotonous environment seemed to be unchanged, but Richard, who had been holding the infrared telescope, suddenly lowered his head.
The voice said: "Directly ahead, there is a moving object under the No. 3 marker, destroy it."
Marker No. 3 is a corner. This is a trap deliberately left when building the position. It looks like a bunker that can be accommodated, but it is actually within the oblique shooting range of the sniper team. The shooter slightly adjusts the muzzle, and the infrared on the receiver of the gun
What the night vision device saw was a very ordinary background.
It's a 'zombie'. It regulates its body temperature to the lowest level, so it's hard to spot it through a scope. It's wearing a camouflage coat and heading toward a slowly moving piece of dead grass. But there's no dead grass under that corner at all.
After taking steady aim, the shooter adjusted his breathing and pulled the trigger at the moment he exhaled. The large-caliber m107a2 made a bang, and there was a recoil from the butt of the gun, but the gunshot that should have been deafening was instead
The special silencer has been greatly weakened, and even the muzzle flash has become smaller.
The .50's bullet flew out of the muzzle and hit the target's head in an instant. The shriveled and ugly head instantly disintegrated and shattered. A bag of pus-like liquid splashed out, and then died.
"Change another place." Richard ordered.
Frequently changing shooting positions is the survival rule of the sniper team. But just when the two of them were about to move, they heard a dull sound suddenly coming from a few hundred meters away, and within three or four seconds, a large-caliber mortar shell was fired.
Smashed right in front of the bunker of Richard's sniper team.
"**, get down." Richard quickly held down the shooter's head, and both of them huddled their heads in the bunker and did not dare to move. But when they didn't move, the enemy's shells continued to hit them one after another, boom boom boom.
A few blows blew the scrapped car above the sniper bunker into pieces.
"Instructor, what should we do?" The young shooter was hit by several shells, and the violent noise blew his soul away. The joy of hitting the target was gone, and he almost cried to find his mother.
"Lie down and don't move. We still have a steel plate on the bunker." Richard yelled. Running around at this time would only result in his body being blown up. But he himself didn't know why firing a shot would attract such fire retaliation.
.Is that 'zombie' just a bait?
The steel plate on the bunker is only five or six millimeters thick. It was originally a safe door in the bank and was removed to increase protection for Richard. However, if a steel plate of this thickness encounters a bullet, it will be easy to say, but if it is hit by an artillery shell, it will fall apart.
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"Damn it! How do those mutants have such strong firepower?" Richard himself was yelling. He could probably guess that the enemy was using a 120mm caliber mortar, and most likely it was from someone.
Got it from a National Guard camp.
I don’t know whether it was bad luck or luck, but the abandoned vehicle that was originally used as a cover was blown into a twisted frame. Instead, a pile of scrap iron became a shield blocking the steel plate of the bunker, weakening the power of the large-caliber artillery shells. But the pile of scrap iron weighed
Several hundred kilograms weighed heavily on Richard and the two of them, making them unable to get out.
"Damn it." As soon as the sound of gunfire stopped, Richard tried to push the steel plate away, but the steel plate didn't move at all. The two of them could not move their positions. At this time, the sound of gunfire rang out from the entire preset position, and no one was free.
He came to the rescue. He could only shout loudly to the shooter: "Cheer up and clear all the targets in front of us, otherwise we will be dead."
The young Mexican shooter also knew that the matter was serious. If the two of them could not hold on to the final victory, they would definitely be eaten by mutant creatures and become defecated. You must know that those crazy hungry monsters are never picky about food, and there is no point in eating corpses.
Psychological stress.
The m107a2 was set up again. The shooter put his eyes on the infrared sight and immediately saw several large mutants holding machine guns, roaring and rushing in quickly. The speed was much faster than the 100-meter flying man, almost
He will rush forward in the blink of an eye.
With the mutant's size, the shooter didn't even need to take aim. He would just pull the trigger once the scope was on the opponent. But he didn't even have time to see the results of the battle, so he quickly adjusted the muzzle of the gun to look like other rushing targets.
The explosive power of mutants is ten times that of ordinary people, and the violent force pushes them to rush to the core of the preset position in more than ten seconds. This speed is completely beyond everyone's expectations, and even Zhou Qingfeng was caught off guard.
In the passage of more than 300 meters, these savage guys ran over like a gust of wind. And as they ran, they used precise shooting to suppress the firepower of the action team. These guys are indeed the best fighters, although they are all ugly.
He is going to die, but his physical quality and control ability are unparalleled.
"**, fire quickly!" This head-to-head duel became intense in an instant. Richard also had a short-barreled assault rifle for self-defense, but the .223-caliber rifle ammunition was of little use to those rough guys.
None. The other party was obviously hit, but it was nothing like being bitten by a mosquito.
Mexican shooters are glad that the m107a2 in their hands uses .50 ammunition, which is more than ten times more powerful than medium-caliber bullets. Moreover, the m107a2 is a semi-automatic shooter, and in this race against time, it can fire all the magazines in one go.
Ten bullets were fired.
With a bang bang bang, a magazine was emptied. The young Mexican shooter held his breath and performed beyond his level. All the mutant team that rushed up were shot. He watched as the last mutant warrior rushed less than ten meters in front of him.
position, he was changing the magazine while shouting: "Come on, come on, come on, let's see who kills whom?"