"Mike, Mike, damn it, the sniper on the other side, haven't you dealt with it yet?"
Deputy commander Lewis was a little anxious at this time. Harrison, who was sent out to get ammunition, died, the regiment commander was in a coma, four comrades died, and the others were more or less injured.
A mercenary group of thirteen people has now suffered more than half of its casualties. Although the enemy is definitely not having a good time, if it continues to be wasted, it may be that the sneak attack fails and they are killed instead.
"I'm injured, Lewis. I suggest we retreat immediately. The snipers on the opposite side are very capable. If we are targeted, none of us can escape!"
Mike's voice came, very weak, and Lewis was really panicking at this time. Mike was the backbone of their regiment. He was once an instructor of a famous special forces in the world, and also served as an assessment instructor at the Venezuelan Special Forces Academy.
He was actually injured.
"My left hand is completely useless, please withdraw, otherwise we will really be doomed!"
"Roger! Everyone, prepare to retreat!"
After Lewis finished speaking, he stared at the trucks arranged in a row, his eyes full of anger, and looked at his men: "Find the RPG, and even if we leave, we will blow up their trucks!"
"good!"
Three minutes ago, Yu Zhiqian searched for a long time but could not find the position of the sniper named Mike. He kept wasting his time here. It was not a good idea. He frowned, trying to find a good way.
Just when Yu Zhiqian was at a loss, a word suddenly came to his mind to lure the snake out of its hole. After thinking for a while, he had an idea in his mind and threw the Mosin-Nagant rifle he had been holding about two meters in front of him.
s position.
Immediately afterwards, Yu Zhiqian took out the HK416 from his back, adjusted the aim on it, stood up suddenly, and fired at the approximate position of the sniper on the opposite side, constantly suppressing it.
And Mike was lying on the ground, watching Yu Zhiqian shoot at his approximate position. He did not choose to shoot but waited. He lay on the ground and let the bullets fly past his head, motionless. He knew
The sniper on the opposite side doesn't know where he is.
Patience is a required course for snipers. Just like a hunter, he lurks in place, waiting for the enemy to reveal a flaw, and then delivers a fatal blow to the enemy. The telescope in his hand is always staring at Yu Zhiqian.
"Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!"
Mike had been counting the number of bullets. When Yu Zhiqian fired the thirtieth bullet, he suddenly stood up. Through the scope, he saw that Yu Zhiqian seemed to be changing the magazine, but there was a mocking look on his face.
Smile, as if laughing at his own stupidity.
Countless thoughts flashed through Mike's mind for a while. Could it be that the magazine on the other side was extended? The ammunition capacity was thirty-five rounds? Or even more, but he watched the other side remove the magazine before standing up to shoot.
As for why Mike didn't fire when Yu Zhiqian was shooting, it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't. If he stretched out the barrel of the gun, Yu Zhiqian would be able to find his position, so he kept the gun in front of him, holding it in his hand.
Observing with a polarized telescope.
The moment Mike stood up, Yu Zhiqian knew that he had succeeded. He threw away the HK416 in his hand, rolled forward, and grabbed the Mosin Nagant that he had thrown to the ground. After Mike was briefly surprised, he also buckled down He pulled the trigger and the bullet almost grazed Yu Zhiqian's back.
Rolling around on the ground, Yu Zhiqian knelt down on one knee, straightened his back, and pointed the Mosin Nagant in his hand at Mike. At this time, Mike also saw the World War II shot in his opponent's hand that he could no longer name. Antique rifle.
There was no time to pull the bolt, and now Mike could only move hurriedly to the side for a distance, but Yu Zhiqian had completely locked him, and gently pulled the trigger, without any trembling in his arm. Mosin Nagant's bullets, this time there was no The deflection hit Mike directly.
The moment Mike fired the gun at Yu Zhiqian, the ghosts of the dead emerged. His instinct told me that he was going to die, but his survival instinct made him move his body forcefully, and the bullet hit him slightly to the left of the shoulder. position, penetrated directly, and fell heavily to the ground.
After Yu Zhiqian saw that his shot hit, he slowly pulled the gun bolt and sat down on the ground.
I felt a pain in my left hand. I took a look and saw that I was not shot, but I was scratched by some vegetation at some point. I didn't feel it before, but now that I relaxed, I felt the pain.
"The sniper on the opposite side has been killed. Liu Wenlong, how is the situation over there?"
"Captain Yu, the situation is not very good, everyone is slightly injured, but we don't have many bullets!"
"Pete, do you have any more ammunition?"
"Yes, there are two boxes of loose bullets!"
"Give it to Liu Wenlong and the others!"
"receive!"
Yu Zhiqian stood up again from the ground, leaned on a big tree, looked at the place where the fire was exchanged, and found that the two sides actually had a tacit agreement to cease fire, and knew that there was not much ammunition on the other side: "There is not much ammunition on the other side, John, where are you? !”
"Head, I was on their side and found that the people on the opposite side were retreating. There were six people in total, and one of them was unconscious!"
"You pay attention to safety, I will cover you, Peter, prepare the magazine and notify John, everyone shoots simultaneously!"
"receive!"
Pete carried an ammunition box, quickly ran to Liu Wenlong, opened the ammunition box, and found loose bullets inside.
"Gao Yang, Chen Feng, you suppress the bullets!"
"receive!"
Gao Yang and Chen Feng immediately picked up the magazine from the ground, grabbed a handful of bullets, and quickly pressed it into the magazine.
As for why you press more magazines before fighting, people who have this problem can only have insufficient military knowledge. First of all, how much does an empty magazine weigh? An empty plastic magazine weighs about 150 to 200 grams. Five magazines. That's about a kilogram.
Don't underestimate the weight of one kilogram. The weight of each soldier is calculated, and where should he put the extra magazines? In fact, on the battlefield, the most common thing is that everyone exchanges fire for ten minutes or half an hour, and in the middle Rest for a while, load the magazine and continue fighting.
Gao Yang and others moved very quickly. In three minutes, each person loaded ten magazines. After each person lost two, everyone immediately had a certain amount of ammunition replenishment.
"John! Get ready!"
"receive!"
Following Yu Zhiqian's order, John, who had moved to the side, suddenly stood up from where he was hiding and pulled the trigger.
