The streets leading to the small building were filled with corpses.
Behind the one-meter-high brick fence on the roof of the three-story building, Qin Fei lay on the ground, carefully looking out through a small hole in the wall with a monocular observation mirror.
Ghost sat next to Qin Fei and looked at his watch.
The time points to 10 o'clock.
The 3rd detachment led by Lei Ming is already on the way and can be reached in another hour.
An hour, an hour that seems short but long.
Ghost is a person who has seen life and death, and he has experienced it countless times. He has experienced dangerous battle scenes. In the secret infiltration operation, he tried the worst one. When 8 people went out, only three came back alive. The rest
They all fired glory bombs and perished together with the enemy.
However, facing such a large number of militiamen with superior firepower, Ghost himself knew very well that he and the group of young special forces around him were fighting against a city.
A city's militia.
This difficulty is not much better than that of the Rangers and Delta Force trapped in Somalia.
At least the American soldiers back then had air support, but with seven of them, they could only rely on themselves.
In just the past twenty minutes, the militiamen had charged three times.
Fortunately, these militiamen seem to be poorly organized, and their military quality is questionable.
Scattered formations, almost chaotic charges, no coordination, no fire cover, each fighting independently.
Because there were so many buildings around, the armed pickup truck could only hide at the corner of the street more than 100 meters away and shoot at the building, because they couldn't even see the building from a distance.
This is the advantage of street fighting. Even if you are a tank, it is difficult to exert your absolute advantage in this concrete forest.
The militiamen seemed to have overlooked a fatal factor, that is, the opponents they faced had all undergone strict shooting training, not to mention the XY-7 sniper rifle in the hands of sniper Leng Xuanmo, which could hit a humanoid within a range of 1,000 meters.
Target, even the HK416 in the hands of people like Qin Fei can easily knock down enemies whose heads pop up from behind buildings within 300-400 meters.
Soon, the operators of the Deshka machine gun on the pickup truck became the ghosts of the gun. At first, one person fell, and another person stepped up to take over. Later, he found that as long as he climbed onto the pickup truck and grabbed the handle of the Deshka machine gun, a person would immediately be killed.
A bullet roared in, tearing a big hole into his body.
After several people died, no one was willing to operate the machine guns on those pickup trucks.
The infantrymen who launched the charge died miserably.
After deciding to wait for help, Qin Fei and others returned to the place where the car crashed, disassembled the two Deshkas from the pickup truck along with the ammunition, carried them to the small building, and deployed them on the north side where the impact pressure was greatest.
To the north is an alley with many buildings nearby. There are many concealments that can be used. This is very advantageous for infantry. They can approach the yard slowly along the street and then rush up to engage in a firefight.
At Lao Yu's suggestion, both machine guns were deployed on the first floor and facing the back.
When the militiamen thought they could use the pillars under the building and all kinds of messy abandoned furniture and other debris to approach the small courtyard, the Deshka machine gun roared and told these people what a 12.7MM caliber bullet was.
Penetration.
This kind of bullet can easily penetrate a one-centimetre steel plate within a range of 400 meters even if it is made of ordinary steel. Even a Humvee without a double-layer bulletproof baffle is as vulnerable as a matchbox in front of it.
The dense group of whizzing bullets instantly penetrated the wooden furniture and the pillars made of bricks and red mud without reinforced concrete, tearing the militiamen hiding behind into pieces.
After three charges, the whole front was defeated, and no advantage was taken.
"I'm thinking……"
Qin Fei took back his monocular, tilted his head and said to the ghost: "If these militiamen have such pig-like military literacy, I'm afraid we can keep it for an hour without any problem."
"Why do you say that?" Ghost took advantage of the fact that he had nothing to do. He removed the empty magazine with all the bullets, took out handfuls of loose bullets from the magazine behind the belt and pressed them into the magazine.
"They didn't cooperate at all. I just felt strange. These people were like headless flies with no one to direct them," Qin Fei said.
The ghost chuckled twice and asked, "If you were their commander, how would you attack?"
"Me?" Qin Fei smiled: "It's easiest to deal with this kind of small building. This is a purely offensive battle, not to rescue hostages. There is no scruple at all. Human life is the most precious. They have so many heavy weapons, so casually
Just blow us up and then come in to clean up the battlefield. I just can't figure out why they don't use mortars and the like to bombard us. We can deal with them with direct fire weapons, but indirect fire weapons are of no use in this kind of urban warfare.
Not small."
"Maybe they don't have mortars," Ghost said.
Qin Fei shook his head and said: "Impossible. When I entered the city, Aziz took us to the base camp. We passed by their arsenal and other places, where there were more than thirty pickup trucks parked there.
Among them, there are several pickup trucks with 100mm mortars mounted on them. That thing is no joke, the explosive power of the ammunition is probably comparable to the power of the 105mm howitzer."
The ghost said: "You have only been a soldier for three years, right? Where did you learn military command?"
"When I was in the army, I went to the military training brigade and participated in pre-preparatory squad leader training. I still know a little about ordinary tactical commands. Besides, my dad has always liked to play sandbox simulations with me when he was at home since he was a child. He has fought in many actual battles.
Later, I was admitted to university and spent my spare time studying special operations and military command. Until I went to Unit 203, and later to Africa, I slowly gained a lot of experience in actual combat."
Speaking of his father Qin Anguo, a look of admiration appeared on Qin Fei's face.
The ghost suddenly fell silent and said after a long time: "Your father will definitely be proud of you."
"Do you know my father?" Qin Fei suddenly asked.
The ghost said nothing, lowered his head and continued to press the bullet.
Qin Fei thought for a moment, took out the kettle behind him, and handed it to the ghost: "Drink some water. I see your voice is a little hoarse when you speak. Didn't you bring any water?"
The ghost shook his head: "The kettle was pierced by a stray bullet."
After saying that, he took Qin Fei's kettle and unscrewed the lid. It was obvious that he was really thirsty.
In fact, Qin Fei gave the kettle to the ghost not only because the other party was thirsty, but also because he had another small thought in mind. Since the ghost was wearing a mask, of course he had to take off the mask to drink water...
Unexpectedly, the ghost directly put the mouth of the kettle on the mask and started drinking.
Qin Fei was stunned for a moment and took a closer look. It turned out that the skull pattern on the mask had an opening near the mouth, which was not completely sealed.
He laughed dumbly. If the ghost wanted to keep his identity secret, how could he fail to consider such details?
After drinking the water, Ghost handed the kettle back to Qin Fei.
Qin Fei took a sip and asked: "I saw you were talking to yourself before. Are you talking to someone?"
"Well, I have seven people under my command when we come to Yemen this time, but we are scattered in different places. At that time, we were not sure which city you would go to, so we spread out. I think you should go in the direction of Bajile.
So I chose to come to Bajil, but I didn’t expect that you would actually be in Bajil because of my fate.”
"You are not alone?" Qin Fei was a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, there was more than one ghost.
"So..." He was about to ask the ghost what organization it belonged to, but the ghost suddenly raised his index finger and put it on the mask, making a silent gesture.
"Shh-"
"What's wrong?"
"listen……"
Qin Fei listened intently, and there seemed to be a slight piercing sound in the silent air.
Hissssss——
Qin Fei's scalp exploded immediately.
That's the sound the tail makes when it rotates and rubs in the air!
"Artillery attack!"
Ghost and Qin Fei roared almost at the same time. They quickly fell to the ground and crawled towards the entrance leading downstairs.