Two new trucks and an armed pickup truck appeared on the road, and the rebel follow-up troops arrived.
The M1 heavy machine gun mounted on the pickup truck completely shattered Qin Fei's idea of grabbing the car. Not to mention that he couldn't raise his head now. Even if he was lucky enough that the bullets would avoid him and rush to the truck, it would be useless.
Under the powerful firepower of the M1 heavy machine gun, this antique Soviet-made Ural truck is simply a toy made of cardboard. The 12.7MM warhead can directly penetrate the rear fender of the bedside truck and then penetrate the carriage panel and finally destroy the vehicle in the cab.
People were beaten into piles of rotten flesh.
This is not the AK-47 in the hands of those gangsters. Although the M1 is an older model, the rate of fire is not very fast, and it jams from time to time, it is old and tough, and it is not easy to deal with a truck. After all,
The caliber determines its power.
At this moment, Qin Fei was lying in the pit, with a lot of gravel, sawdust and gravel splashed by the bullet falling on him. For the first time, he felt the approach of death.
It's already a desperate situation.
There was only such a slight difference, and Qin Fei couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
He took off the magazine and looked at it. There was half a bullet left in it. Plus there were two fully loaded magazines in the tactical vest. This was his last capital.
Once it's all lit up, it's just waiting to die.
There are dozens of new reinforcements from the rebels. Their marksmanship is still so bad. They charge with rifles and fire at random. However, they have always strictly followed the same tactical principles, always spreading to the two wings, and then trying to outflank themselves.
Once the enemy is successfully outflanked, they will shoot at the target from different angles.
Qin Fei tried to take advantage of the moment when the M1 heavy machine gun paused to raise his gun and shoot, but this sporadic counterattack could not completely stop the swarming black rebels.
There was nothing Lao Yu and Lei Shen could do. They were forty meters away from Qin Fei, and they were unable to lift their heads under the weight of the dense bullets and roaring rockets.
Qin Fei suddenly felt that the commanders of these rebels were generally of high quality. Although the quality of their individual soldiers was very poor, they knew how to achieve the best fire suppression.
Even though they did not have night vision equipment, relying on the sound of gunfire and the muzzle flash produced when shooting, even if they could not see the exact location, they still ordered their subordinates to fire RPG rockets at Qin Fei and Lao Yu crazily to strengthen their position.
their firepower.
It seems that war can indeed train people. Even if they have not received systematic training and military command instruction, these rebels who survived to serve as officers are elites who have survived various civil wars. They are not some manic-eyed and commandless soldiers.
He is an artistic lunatic, but a person who has an extremely thorough understanding of the principles of combat in the African wilderness and jungle.
Really dying?
This thought crossed Qin Fei's mind for the first time, because at this moment he had no chance of making a comeback unless a miracle happened.
After touching the last grenade on his tactical vest, he considered whether to find an opportunity to rush out and pick up a few guys on the road after running out of bullets.
He didn't understand at all why he had this extremely crazy heroic complex in his bones, and he couldn't explain why he thought of this step. He could only attribute it all to the fact that he had received training in the reconnaissance force.
boom--
The armed pickup truck that had been parked on the road and had been firing wildly was suddenly ejected in a ball of fire, with fragments and corpses flying everywhere.
The old fish raised his head and looked at this scene in shock.
He didn't realize what was going on.
Did those niggas play with grenades and blow up their own cars?
However, this explosion is obviously not something that a grenade can do.
Then, Qin Fei, who was lying in the pit, heard a strange sound of "fufu" coming from the treetops. Qin Fei seemed to have heard this sound in his consciousness. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he quickly curled up and died.
Lie down at the bottom of the pit.
That was the sound made by a mortar shell when it was flying, and judging from the rapidity of the sound, it had already reached the top of the woods, that is, above his head, maybe only less than twenty meters away.
Sure enough, a fireball exploded more than 20 meters away from Qin Fei.
More than a dozen rebels suddenly screamed and screamed. Some were pushed out by the air wave and hit a tree and were shocked to death.
Judging from the power of the explosion, the caliber of this mortar shell is not large, maybe only about 60-80 mm, but the explosion range is also about ten meters, which is enough for those black guys to have a good drink.
Qin Fei didn't dare to move. He knew the principles of mortar shooting. The first shot must be a calibrated design. Once the landing point is correct, the next step would be rapid fire.
His guess was absolutely correct, and soon he heard the sound of mortar shells' tails spinning through the air one after another.
boom--
boom--
boom--
After several rounds of artillery shells, the cheerful sound of machine gunfire rang out.
It’s not the dull “thumping” sound made by the large-caliber 12.7MM M1, but the clear and crisp sound of the 7.62MM machine gun.
He risked his head to seep out of the pit and found that the rebel soldiers were retreating en masse. The formation was chaotic and unorganized. Apparently their commander had gone to hell, and it was so chaotic without anyone to direct them.
Qin Fei held down his gun and knocked down several rebels behind him, then turned and looked in the direction of Lao Yu.
He knew that it was definitely not Lao Yu who came to save him, but reinforcements had arrived, but he didn't know who the reinforcements were.
On the road, two "Badger" wheeled infantry armored vehicles were slowly approaching from a distance. There were two 7.62 machine guns on the roof of these vehicles. At this time, they were running with tongues of fire, and they were fighting happily.
The armored vehicle parked on the side of the road, and the armored door on the right front opened. More than a dozen fully armed mercenaries wearing 511-like tactical pants, camouflage short-sleeves, Kevlar helmets and night-vision goggles got out of the car. Some established a defense line, while others
Occupying a favorable terrain, a sniper rushed to the armored vehicle to find cover and started sniping.
Zhen Xing was well-organized and clearly well-trained.
"Old fish!"
A middle-aged mercenary with a beard, who looked like the leader of the team, shouted into the woods: "We are here to save you."
Lao Yu ignored the bearded man and rushed to Qin Fei's side immediately.
"Qin Fei, are you okay?"
"It's okay, I can't die." Qin Fei shook the dirt from the pit and got up, "My fate is great."
"You're really crazy!" Old Yu couldn't help laughing when he saw that Qin Fei was okay, "You are just a lunatic, but I like it. It seems that our army still has successors after all these years."
Qin Fei smiled and did not answer. Did he tell Lao Yu that he was a murderer?
Is there any successor?
"Who are these people?" Qin Fei changed the subject, "It seems they saved us."
"They are a team of clowns, and we are employed by the same company." Old Yu's face suddenly darkened, and he looked at the bearded man walking towards him, his eyes full of anger.
"Vincent! You son of a bitch!" Thor rushed over from nowhere, like an angry rugby player, he picked up the bearded man by the waist and threw him to the mud.