Real battles are completely different from wargames. The soldiers' adrenaline rises and they are highly nervous. A string of bullets will hit you at the slightest sign of trouble. The enemy will not be stupid enough to come out and attack you. Instead, they will hide behind the dense forest and keep shooting.
The branches were broken and the grass blades flew everywhere. In fact, no one was seen on either side.
I was very scared before the fight started, but it was just like that when the fight started. The recruits fired bullets into the dense forest on the opposite side, shooting with great joy. Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded, followed by the explosion of a cannon shell.
Although no one was injured, the addition of heavy weapons changed the battlefield situation.
Li Jianguo's voice came from the intercom earphone: "Evacuate as planned!"
Liu Ziguang replied: "Got it!" and shouted to the crowd: "Zhahu!" A group of people finished the bullets in their guns and turned around and ran away. Several machine gunners continued to stay in place and sprayed the dense forest with sufficient bullets to cover their comrades.
retreat.
Liu Ziguang and Zhuo Li were the last to evacuate. The machine gun in Zhuo Li's arms never stopped, and the barrel of the gun was red. After Liu Ziguang made a few simple explosive blasts with grenades, he patted Zhuo Li's shoulder to signal him to go ahead.
withdraw.
After Zhuo Li fired the last burst, he put on a new magazine and got up and walked away. Liu Ziguang continued to lie there and wait. After a while, a figure appeared in the jungle, hunched over and holding an M4 carbine, with his head covered.
Wearing a turban, digital camouflage uniform, and colorful paint on his face, his skin color and nationality are indistinguishable, but based on his figure, he is definitely of Southeast Asian ethnicity.
The man observed for a while, and then came out in disguise, along with some warlords wearing single green combat uniforms. These short locals looked like children in front of the soldiers wearing digital camouflage.
Same.
Liu Ziguang suddenly opened fire, hitting the first person in the forehead with a precise short burst. Blood spattered immediately. The others were unable to dodge and were also knocked down. However, they reacted extremely quickly and immediately fired back and outflanked him from the left and right.
Liu Ziguang threw two grenades and disappeared into the dense forest during the explosion. However, there was no sound of booby trap explosions behind him. It seemed that this group of people was very experienced and ordinary tricks could not hurt them.
At this time, Li Jianguo had already captured the base, but the number of warlords killed and wounded was far lower than estimated. There were only about 30 people. It seemed that this time it was a mistake. The main force of the enemy was not eliminated, but it was not.
This trip was in vain because the dozen or so tip terrorists were caught.
"They live in this house. During the fighting, this house was hit by a rocket. Two people died, and the rest were still alive and captured." Li Jianguo pointed to Qiba squatting in the house with his head in his arms.
A foreign man said that looking at their high noses and concave eyes, he knew they were separatists from a certain ethnic group in the northwest.
"These are all treasures, tie them up!" Liu Ziguang said. Someone immediately came forward and tied these people tightly with plastic handcuffs and nylon ropes. They even stuffed smelly socks in their mouths and held them at gunpoint.
They did not dare to resist, and could only stare at this group of unexpected soldiers from the sky with sinister and unruly eyes.
"I told you to stare!" A rifle butt hit him, blood dripped from the terrorist's head, but he still glared fiercely, as if he was not afraid of death.
"Don't beat him to death, this is our treasure." Liu Ziguang confessed and went out with Li Jianguo. A dull sound like hitting a sandbag came from behind.
"The situation is not good. We seem to be surrounded. There are many foreigners on the other side. The route is not clear yet. We don't know whether they are mercenaries or special forces." Liu Ziguang said.
Li Jianguo sneered: "There is no difference."
Red Star Company now occupies the dilapidated base, while Commander Liang Kun's troops are lurking in the dense forest and surrounding the base. They neither attack nor dare to bombard with mortars, which is obviously a trap.
But they were outnumbered and in the dark. The Red Star people were surrounded. A local guide got scared and tried to sneak out during the chaos, but was shot in the head by a sniper. Before the base could be cleaned up, the ground was covered with bullets.
The corpses were scattered to pieces by rocket bombs, flies were buzzing, and the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke lingered. Everyone hid behind the bunker, looking warily at the dense forest outside, and nervously loading bullets in the magazines.
, in the round of fighting just now, everyone had at least three bullets out of the magazine. People who have shot and seen blood have a different mental state, at least they are not so scared.
There was a shouting voice in the dense forest. The language was in Yangon Mandarin. After a while, there was no response, and then it was changed to Mandarin. The main message was to ask which hilltop you are from? Why did Mao come to attack us? Now you are surrounded.
, Hurry up and put down your weapons and surrender. Let everyone make it clear, what should be done.
Li Jianguo pulled a piece of grass and chewed it in his mouth, and said disdainfully: "I thought it was the underworld who was talking about numbers. I don't know who I provoked. They deserve their misfortune."
Liu Ziguang also sneered calmly, and the calm demeanor of the two bosses made the younger brothers no longer feel nervous.
Seeing that persuading them to surrender failed, the opponent finally began shelling. They used 60mm light mortars. This weapon has a simple structure, moderate firepower, and strong maneuverability. It is a rare company-platoon-level support weapon in mountain and jungle operations.
The mortars opened fire, and the base suddenly turned into a sea of flames. It was originally a military camp bunker made of bamboo trees. There were not many places to hide people. The mortars could fire 30 rounds per minute, which can be called a rain of bullets.
Fortunately, the other side was worried about something, and the shells were fired all the way to the outside. It was so lively that not many people were killed.
"They want those fences." Li Jianguo said. A layer of red soil on his head and body was all blasted by artillery shells.
Liu Ziguang said: "I'm afraid they won't think so after a while. We have occupied Liang Kun's lair. It would be strange if he is not angry. Those who want to surround us must be foreigners. They can't break in. Sooner or later they will break the jar."
, let’s fight to the death.”
The machine gun behind the sandbag bunker was aimed at the dense forest. The aimless shooting could not suppress the mortar fire, but provoked more counterattacks. The jungle lit up with tongues of flames, and the sound of gunfire like exploding beans rang through the sky.
, hundreds of guns opened fire at once, and the intensive firepower knocked everyone in the base off their feet. In just ten seconds, many people were bleeding.
Only now did everyone realize that they were afraid. This time, people were making dumplings. The food and ammunition stored in the base were limited, and the number of bullets was reduced. After drinking water, there was no place to go to resupply. People were everywhere.
Surrounded by hundreds of enemies, all locals familiar with the terrain, and supported by heavy weapons, the battle was really unwinnable.
Liu Ziguang looked at his watch and said, "Is it almost done?"
Li Jianguo looked at the dense flames in the jungle, spit out the grass in his mouth and said, "That's it."
Liu Ziguang patted the shoulder of the operator next to him and signaled him to start calling. The operator wore headphones and a microphone and shouted in a rapid baritone: "Kestrel, Kestrel, I am Red Star, I am Red Star, report your position.
, report an orientation, completed.”
There was a rustle on the radio, and soon Bei Xiaoshuai's voice came: "Red Star Red Star, this is Kestrel No. 1. I'm just north of you. I've already seen the smoke rising from the top of the mountain. Haha, it's over."
Liu Ziguang took the microphone and said: "Kestrel No. 1, I order you to immediately carry out fire suppression around the base. I say it again, immediately carry out fire suppression around the base. It's over."
"Understood! Over."
Not long after, a low roar sounded, and two old-fashioned green biplanes flew from the sky. They were as slow as crawling in the sky. People on the ground couldn't figure out whose plane it was, so they all stopped shooting and looked up.
Head to watch.
Suddenly, the plane door opened, revealing two black gun muzzles, followed by dazzling muzzle flashes, and two tongues of flame pouring into the jungle. Wherever they went, there was scorched earth, and the trees and vines were reduced to debris. The two hugged each other.
Towering trees that big and thick can be swept down, let alone people hiding in the dense forest.
This is not a machine gun, this is a machine gun!
The red cockroach controlling the weapon on the plane was wearing goggles and stuffing things in his ears. He was firing excitedly. Otherwise, he would have been deafened by the sound of gunfire. This is a Mi 4-gun equipped by the Chenguang Factory Militia Anti-aircraft Artillery Battalion.
Although the caliber of anti-aircraft machine guns is 14.5, the size of the shells is comparable to that of European and American 20mm machine guns, let alone the power of anti-aircraft machine guns.
The quadruple-mounted weapons were divided into twin-mounted weapons. On the one hand, it was to reduce weight to facilitate the carrying of more ammunition. On the other hand, it was also because it was feared that the aircraft would not be able to withstand the powerful recoil. Fortunately, the Y-5 has a strong redundancy capability, so
Even if you put powerful weapons on the plane, you won't have to worry about them being scattered.
The two planes were hovering at low altitude, tilting the flames, and the shell shells flew down from the sky like a goddess scattering flowers. Wherever the flames went, everyone, animals and everything would be turned into ashes. The mortar position that was so arrogant just now
By now it had turned into a pile of flesh and blood and scrap metal.
This round of shooting killed at least more than half of General Liang Kun's troops. The remaining ones were not interested in fighting. They shouted, dropped their weapons and ran away. This battle cannot be fought. They are not here to fight with you. They are
Even the air force came to suppress the bandits. It was a completely unequal war.
The two aerial gunships strafed for a while, then swung their wings in a circle, flew back again, and began to drop bombs downwards. The Red Stars who had been suppressed in the base cheered and responded to their aerial companions with intensive gunfire.
Now even those mysterious outsiders can't support their actions. Their combat ideas are different from those of the Orientals. The first thing they want to ensure is the completion of the mission. The situation has deteriorated to such an extent that there is no point in persisting, even if the war begins.
Losing the opponent's plane won't save the situation, so why waste a few more lives?
The area around the base was in a mess, almost turned into white ground by heavy firepower. Liang Kun's troops dispersed, and the mysterious foreign soldiers also disappeared. Two kestrels covered in bullet holes flapped their wings and flew away. The red stars on the ground waved to their comrades in the air.
Wearing hats and arms, thanking them for their fire support.
"This time we also showed our faces." Bei Xiaoshuai, who was wearing a flying hat, said proudly. Suddenly he found a hole in the windshield in front of him. Judging from the size, it should be a 3-meter anti-material rifle. Judging from the distance, it was only a few meters away.
He hit himself on the head within a few centimeters, which immediately made him break into a cold sweat and frighten him endlessly.