Badis is an experienced sniper. He was already a gunnery sergeant when he was serving in the Marine Corps. After voluntarily participating in the screening and entering SEAL, he stood out among all the trainees and was selected.
For the sniper.
The snipers of the SEALs are all assigned to combat teams to participate in missions after intensive professional training, and they constantly improve their killing skills through actual combat.
This method of holding the gun can completely relax Bardis's hand and prevent his wrist from tightening, which is helpful to reduce the vibration produced at the moment of firing. Although those small vibrations are difficult to detect, they will affect the accuracy.
In actual combat, mistakes are not allowed. Once a mistake is made, it will be paid with blood.
From a vantage point on the hillside, Badis could clearly see the sentries on the guard tower less than 200 meters away. One advantage of the night attack was that it allowed the sniper to press closer, so the distance would not be as close as during the day.
Far.
Through the scope of the sniper's AN/PVS-4 rifle, the sentry looked like he was standing more than twenty meters away in broad daylight.
This sniper mission team member Badis is simply too simple!
The only difficulty he had to think about was that he couldn't let the unlucky guy fall from the watchtower after being shot, because the human body falling would make a huge noise, which would alert all the sentries at once.
What's important is that the guard also dropped a cigarette from his mouth at this time.
This is an extremely important detail.
When a sniper shoots an opponent, perhaps the unfinished cigarette will fall under the guard tower. In the dark night, the lit cigarette will be as dazzling as a shooting star.
Badis knew that being a sniper was not an easy job, especially a SEAL sniper.
During the training at the Pendleton Naval Training Camp in Colorado, the instructors used all available means to enable every sniper to learn to analyze every detail that might contribute to his or her shooting under the harshest battlefield conditions.
additional impacts.
Time passed by, and Bardis was still staring at the cigarette in the corner of the guard's mouth.
This is really an unbearable long wait.
Finally, the guard on the tower took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, threw it on the floor, lowered his head and stamped out the sparks with his feet.
The opportunity appears in an instant.
Bardis adjusted his breathing, aimed the sight at the target, and then gently pressed the trigger.
puff--
The subsonic warhead was installed and hit the opponent instantly.
The guard collapsed on the platform as softly and silently as a wet rag. However, when he lay down, an accident occurred - the M16 rifle in his hand originally fell across his body because of the bottom of his body.
So it won't make any noise, but even though Bardis is an excellent sniper and can consider everything, he can't control luck.
Well, his luck is really not that good tonight.
The M16 automatic rifle became loose from the guard's hand, rolled down on his lying belly, and finally landed heavily on the floor.
The floor is made of wood and the texture is quite soft.
However, in the quiet night, even a low muffled sound still attracted unnecessary attention.
The stationary lurking sentry hiding under the tree seemed to notice something. In Captain Noland's thermal imager, he began to move and seemed to be looking up, trying to figure out what was going on on the tower more than ten meters away from him.
What happened.
Fortunately, he didn't immediately notice anything was wrong, he just kept looking up at the spot.
Captain Noland frowned slightly.
Badis faces a major test at this moment.
According to the original plan, he had to kill two sentries quietly - one was the guard on the tower, and the other was the lurking sentry under the tree.
Now one of them has settled, but the second target seems to be aware of it.
The accident of the M16 automatic rifle slipping only gave Badis a chill in his mind. The strict training he had received made him calm down immediately. After adjusting the muzzle, he pressed the trigger for the second time.
A special sniper bullet for the MK1 sniper rifle came out, knocking the lurking sentry who looked up to see what was wrong with his companion to the ground.
The two stationary sentries were cleared, and the poster team led by the Sith Sergeant Major had received the signal to attack. They jumped out from their hiding spots and rushed forward according to the assigned target.
After a dull and vague sound of low gunfire, the sentries in the woods on the right have been eliminated.
"Team A reports, the enemy on the right has been cleared, completed."
"Roger, Group B is also moving forward, you can launch the attack on your own." Noland issued the final attack order, "Now, everything is up to you."
"Copy that, let's start taking action, done!"
The Sith sergeant turned back to his teammates and made a tactical sign of "follow up". The five SEALs in Group A began to quietly approach the building in the center of the manor in a fan shape from different angles.
They were at least safe until they got out of the woods, and once they reached the edge of the woods they would choose to fire first.
Neither team swarmed forward, but continued to slowly attack the main building at a slow pace - because the requirement of this mission was to delay the most intense firefight as much as possible and resolve everything while remaining as quiet as possible.
Now, there are thirty fully armed SETA members and a dozen bodyguards brought by visiting guests in the front garden of the manor.
With the strength of five people to deal with the Zeta members and bodyguards who were almost ten times their number, even the Sith Sergeant Major with extremely rich combat experience was still under tremendous pressure.
But there was one thing that could reassure him a little bit.
That is on the hillside less than 200 meters away. Together with the captain, Captain Noland, the correspondent Lets, and the sniper Bardes, there are a total of three MK1 semi-automatic sniper rifles that can provide fire support for him.
MK1 has extremely excellent control at mid-range. This sniper rifle modified based on the AR-15 gun type was modified by the SEAL gunsmiths in the early days. It is actually a light sniper carbine and a special purpose.
reconnaissance rifle.
Just like Noland and the others now have silenced MK1 rifles, although they are not as good as MK11 MOD0 in terms of range and power, its excellent silencer design can work wonders in small-scale special forces raids.
It is suitable for the characteristics of special operations such as "silent invasion, never reluctant to fight, quick evacuation", etc., so it will be used in a certain special range.
The action has begun quietly and quietly.
The automatic rifle in the hand of the Sith sergeant spit out a stream of flames, and a double-shot short burst knocked down one of the armed members of Zeta.
Almost at the same time, five SEALs from different angles, hiding behind trees, began to shoot at the bewildered SETA militants in the front garden.
On the hillside in the distance, three MK1 special-purpose sniper rifles made an almost soft sound, and what followed was simply a hunting activity.
After all, the SETA armed members are just a ragtag group. They may be able to show their bravery for a while in gunfights and fights among gangs, but they are still inferior to those SEALs who have experienced hundreds of battles.
In less than a minute, more than a dozen people were lying down in the yard.
Everything seemed to be going very well, Noland held up the tables under the large porch, and Veneto and others were sitting at the tables.
However, looking through his scope at this time, it seemed that all the people sitting at the table had disappeared. They seemed to have gone to hide under the flower beds and pillars.
A short rustling noise came from the headphones.
Soon, the voice of Lieutenant Colonel Wharton from the Port-au-Prince command center sounded in the earphones.
"The hive calls the hummingbird! Emergency! Over!"
Wharton's tone was filled with a certain anxiety that could not be concealed, and Captain Noland suddenly had a bad feeling.
"This is the Hummingbird Team, we received it, please speak! Over!"
"Get out of there quickly! Evacuate quickly..."
"Why?"
"The Predator drone is out of control, and its supply system has locked you..."
The drone was hijacked!?
Lieutenant Colonel Wharton's voice had not completely disappeared from the earphones. Noland subconsciously raised his head and saw an orange line of fire appearing in the air, heading towards the manor... (To be continued)