I want to be a warlord

Chapter 107 (Subscription)

The sickle team fought and retreated, and the rhythm was well controlled.

The bayonet stuffed the satellite phone back into the pocket, and his lips protruded a few times. Just as he was about to say something, he felt a heavy hammer on his waist, and then he staggered and knelt sideways on the ground.

While kneeling down, he turned his head and saw that several gun muzzles were spitting out flames in the distance, and someone was shooting in this direction. He wanted to say something but couldn't breathe out, and only coughed twice.

"Hidden!" From the side, the sound of bullets hitting the sand made the golden retriever roar, "King, left!"

Wang Zhen turned around and pounced to the left, and at the same time he landed in a standard lying position, five figures appeared behind the left side of the low-light night vision device. Before he could think about it, he tilted his head slightly and pointed the scope, "Da da "" da da" "da da"

After three consecutive rounds of short bursts, a guy who was bending over and trotting while firing the gun trembled twice. He was hit by a 5.56mm NATO round on his chest and neck respectively. Half of his neck was torn by the bullet. In the broken carotid artery, The blood spurted out more than 3 meters high, and the neck drooped weakly.

The man wanted to cover them with his hands, but he touched the two of them carelessly, and he fell to the ground.

One person was shot to death so quickly, and the five people around him immediately scattered and fell down in fright, and the gunfire stopped immediately.

"bayonet!"

"fine……"

"Fuck you, it's okay!" The donkey put down the gun, turned around and ran over.

The reality is completely different from the movie. In the movie, a team is very close to each other when they are fighting. The real situation is that they are far apart from each other, with a distance of at least 5 meters. This is to prevent enemy bullets The spreading surfaces are staggered from each other.

In real combat, controlling the spread of bullets within one meter is considered accurate marksmanship, and the tighter the spread, the higher the possibility of being hit per unit area.

Of course, CQB operations in small spaces in the city are forced by terrain constraints.

And movies can't be shot like this, and there can't be only one person in the picture, how can they show the fierceness and cruelty of war alone?

If you really want to watch movies to learn how to fight, then...

"Spread out, cover!" Golden Retriever was worried to death, but he couldn't say anything more at this moment.

I can only grit my teeth and endure it!

Wang Zhen got up and rushed forward seven or eight meters quickly. He sat sideways on the ground with his left leg in front and his right leg behind him. His legs were spread about 60°, his legs were bent, his feet were on the ground, and his arms were separated. Stand on your knees, hunched over, shoulder the gun, and start suppressing the shot again.

The shooting range in the prone position is too narrow, and the exposed face in the kneeling position is too large. Wang Zhen can only shoot in the sitting position, and the sitting position is completely different when using different firearms.

Just a few short bursts, the sound of an empty gun clicked, and the magazine was empty!

Depend on!
In theory, the elite should always remember whether there are bullets in the gun, this thing cannot be gambled, but the problem is that Wang Zhen is not an elite veteran!
It's okay during training on weekdays, but on the battlefield, where is it possible to devote some attention to counting the number of bullets fired, I'm afraid I don't want to die!
Fortunately, Jin Mao and the others were all recruits, and they had specifically asked Wang Zhen to practice changing magazines in various positions before, which was a rescue.

Cursing in my heart, I quickly replaced the new magazine as quickly as possible. As for the empty magazine that fell on the ground, I didn't have time to deal with it.

……

"Shot under the rib on the right side, the bullet hit the lower edge of the plate, changed direction and shot into the lower abdomen." While helping the bayonet to take off the body armor, the donkey quickly reported the injury in the channel.

Opened the bayonet's first-aid kit, took out the quick coagulant and began to bandage the bayonet. This time, there was no time to wait for the wound to completely solidify. Put tape on it and then wrap it horizontally with gauze to complete the treatment.

Helping the bayonet put on the bulletproof vest again, the donkey smiled, "It's okay, at most, the stool in the intestines flows into the stomach, anyway, it's all inside, the intestines are still not a big problem, go back and find a beautiful nurse to clean it for you one time!"

"Fucking thank you!" Bayonet cursed with a smile, and went back...

Can you tell me more.

"Golden Retriever, without support, broke through on his own. Cobham gave a call, and he can call when it is safe." Bayonet whispered in the channel.

"Fuck, shit, you bastard!" Shovel was the most irritable, and immediately began to curse.

"He's a vampire, you don't have to rely on him except to make money!" the donkey gritted his teeth.

"Okay, it's so far away, so I can't count on them." The golden retriever said in a deep voice: "Bayonet, how far is it from the temporary resting point?"

"About 600 meters."

"Shovel, bayonet, you two go first."

The two agreed, the bayonet stood up with difficulty, looked down at the stomach, gritted its teeth and started to trot, the stomach was stabbed, and the corners of the mouth twitched a few times. In this case, the bayonet did not put down the M72.

It was as if I started running directly after appendicitis surgery, and the bayonet comforted myself in my heart.

The shovel held the M240 in one hand. This time, no one helped him carry the weight. The two of them couldn't run fast, and the golden retrievers had to wait more.

In fact, at this time, it makes no difference who goes first and who goes last.

……

Wang Zhen took a moment to look at his waist. He carried four spare magazines, and now he has two and a half magazines.

During the training, I knew to save ammunition and shoot as effectively as possible, but it was not the case at all on the battlefield, and I couldn't control it!
Of course, this is the elite comparison between Wang Zhen and Scythe Squad. No matter the training in the past or after being exposed to the PMC business, they have cultivated the habit of controlling ammunition. Presumably, ordinary people are already outstanding.

It is normal for rookies to empty the magazine as soon as they start firing.

He glanced at the other side, the Golden Retriever's side, 3 vs 8, here he was 1 vs 5, and there were two seriously injured, it was almost impossible to retreat safely!

We must think of a way!
Adjust the HK416 to single-shot mode, deliberately slowing down the shooting speed.

"clatter"

"clatter"

Wang Zhen's firepower relaxed, and the five people realized after a few trials that they probably ran out of bullets. After all, they had been fighting here for more than ten minutes, and the battle was still so intense!
Thinking of this, the five of them became more courageous, and the distance between each other was further widened, and they began to alternately cover and prepare to rush up.

The strength of the opponent's firepower, as the target of the fire, Wang Zhen feels the most clearly, "Golden Retriever, be careful from the side, I will pretend to be dead to lure them."

"You..." Jin Mao and the others received formal training, and the army is very resistant to such crooked tricks, but Wang Zhen is a wild way, and now the situation is urgent, what can he say, of course he chooses to trust Wang Zhen, "Go ahead!"

After finishing speaking, taking a deep breath, Wang Zhen suddenly stood up and ran to the side.

While running, as if he was hit by something, his footsteps suddenly staggered, Gululu fell to the ground and rolled around twice before lying on the ground motionless.

The five people on the opposite side were slightly stunned.

"Done!"

"Seems to be."

"Go ahead and try."

The 5 people were very vigilant. They were all Iraqi veterans who had fought many battles. They were the absolute elite in the organization.

Two rounds of bullets were fired in the direction of the target, and the target remained motionless.

"Up, up, up!"

"Donkey!" the golden retriever yelled.

The donkey immediately turned its gun and fired in a panic.

There were only three people left, and the situation took a turn for the worse. The morale of the attacking party was immediately shaken, and the firepower became fierce by three points in an instant.

Wang Zhen lay on the ground, watching the five people on the opposite side get up at the same time and approach this side.

The 5 people suppressed the firepower, and the donkey had to turn his head to help the poet from time to time. After all, there were masters there, and the 5 people quickly advanced from about 150 meters to 100 meters.

100 meters... 90 meters...

Wang Zhen meditated a little bit in his heart, adjusted the muzzle of the gun slightly back and forth a few times, and did a rehearsal.

Just as the five people entered within the 5-meter range, Wang Zhen suddenly stopped breathing, and pulled the trigger with his index finger, "Bang!"

After one shot, without looking at the result, the muzzle moved slightly about 3° according to the rehearsal, and a white figure was put on the crosshairs in the scope again, "Bang!"

Two shots in a row took 1.4 seconds!
The butt of the gun pushed against the shoulder, buffered, moved the muzzle again, aimed, the target in the scope seemed to be frightened, and suddenly rushed to the side, the person was in the air, but the body bowed suddenly, and a bullet hit the right abdomen After the hollow-pointed bullet tore the abdominal muscles, the warhead deformed, tumbling, and slammed into the liver, instantly messing up the liver...

When the muzzle was moved again, the scope was gone, and the other two were clearly hidden.

3 seconds!
After killing three people in a row, and the other two took cover, Wang Zhen let out a long breath, but the moment he relaxed, he felt a slight loss of strength, and he only held his breath for 5 seconds.

"Fuck, beautiful!" the donkey said loudly, rolled a few times on the ground, and changed positions.

Wang Zhen grinned, didn't say anything, just reached out and wiped his right thigh, which was wet and bloody.

Rubbing on the sand a few times, just as I remembered, my right hand rested on the ground, and there was a stabbing pain under my right rib, and I couldn't help taking a few breaths slowly.

It's a good idea, but it may not be the same thing when it is done.

That staggering fall was really shot, two bullets, one hit the armpit and was only blocked by the body armor, the other grazed the right leg, leaving a blood groove on the thigh When he came out, he really fell because his legs were weak.

This is a completely different distance from the original plan to run.

Fortunately, although there was an accident, the result did not change. Three people died, and the remaining two were frightened and did not dare to move. Even the group of people who were chasing behind were startled and became cautious again. .

Only then did the golden retrievers have time to take a few breaths.

There are still 10 opponents left, and 4 of our own have retained their full combat power.

But 6 of the enemy came out later, and they didn't have body armor. It can be seen that even if they have night vision goggles, they won't be a good thing, and the combat effectiveness they can display is not high.

The strength gap between the two sides is not that overwhelming.

After a stalemate of more than 3 minutes, the bayonet and shovel were far enough away, and the golden retriever ordered again: "Retreat, the wild boar and the poet go first!"

"Don't call me a wild boar!" Wang Zhen, who was somewhat relaxed, retorted.

In about 8 seconds, when the enemy reacted and strengthened their firepower, the two retreated about 30 meters and joined the battle group again, pressing the opponent's firepower back.

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