I want to be a warlord

Chapter 111 (Subscribe)
But the reaction of the three wounded people on the ground was uncontrollably slow. Fortunately, they were all experienced elites, and they panicked and did not panic.

Holding the shovel on the ground with one hand, he stood up and ran.

The donkey lay on the ground, using both hands and one leg, and quickly crawled in a different direction.

The bayonet stayed where it was, turned over, and lay on the ground with his head in his arms, trying to minimize the area he was shot at.

Being raided by heavy machine guns, a round of strafing, the sand was hit with "puff" and "puff" noises, and the sand was splashed more than half a meter high, but the good news is that no one was injured.

Machine gun pickups are well-known and powerful, but in the uneven desert area, they still move and fight. Even the best machine gunner will inevitably be affected by the bumps of the vehicle, and the accuracy rate will be greatly reduced.

The doors on both sides of the pickup were pushed open, and the two jumped off the pickup. After rolling around, they stabilized their bodies and started shooting with precision. The bullets chased the golden retriever and the three of them.

The pickup did not stop, and continued to drive towards the position where the scythe team had just stopped. The speed was not fast, but the heavy machine guns kept going, and the ammunition belt was like a whip of God, sweeping back and forth.

Wang Zhen didn't dare to stay for a moment, turned into a monkey jumping in the desert, hunched over, running and jumping, the HK416 in his hand had no chance of aiming, he could only hit by feeling.

It's not clear whether it hits the target or not.

Out of the corner of his eye, he kept staring at the pickup truck, and seeing him driving towards the place where he stayed just now, Wang Zhen suddenly thought of the donkey and the bayonet. It was impossible for the two cripples to evade as quickly as they did!

Without even thinking about it, he suddenly slammed on the brakes, turned his head, and the muzzle of the gun spat out flames, and the bullets swept towards the car.

In the end, Wang Zhen's face changed drastically, sparks from "Ding Ding Ding" flew everywhere, and the outside of the pickup was welded with steel plates!
Not only Wang Zhen noticed the situation here, Jin Mao, the poet is much more experienced than him, so naturally he also paid attention.

It’s okay for you to say that the armed pickup is a bankrupt beggar’s version of the armored vehicle, but this does not prevent the broken pickup from crushing infantry, even if you are an elite infantry!
"Da da da"

The golden retriever also fired continuously, and the bullets all hit the person operating the machine gun.

But it's useless, the 10mm thick steel plates are welded on both sides, not wide, but enough to block the bullets on both sides.

"Poet!" Golden Retriever saw that he couldn't help at all, and immediately turned his gun to another attacker.

In order to give enough pressure, the golden retriever simply stood up and beat while punching.

"Donkey!" Wang Zhen didn't finish his sentence. He only felt a pain in his chest. He lost his balance and fell backwards. Knowing that he had been shot in the chest, he rolled backwards continuously, taking time to "da da" and "da da" to fight back.

It's not that the donkey can't get up and run a few steps, but it can't run fast. As soon as this guy lay down on the ground and picked up the HK416, he aimed at the driver's position and opened fire crazily.

The driver's front is also welded with steel plates. It is not high, but it blocks most of the body. If you shrink your body a little, it will be completely hidden.

Seeing the machine gun's ammunition belt sweeping over, the donkey rushed to the side in a hurry, "bang", a 7.62 NATO bullet hit the chest, the donkey's face turned red, and the man fell directly to the ground.

"Bang!" At this moment, the poet's gun rang, and an M993 armor-piercing bullet hit the side steel plate with a "ding" sound. The outer copper skin deformed and fell off, and the tungsten steel alloy core inside slammed into the traditional steel plate, "Bang" "He hit the guy operating the machine gun in the ribs.

The man tilted his body, his hands shook, and the chasing bullet swept past the donkey's head.

But that's it. After the M993 pierced through the 10mm steel plate, it was completely incapable of piercing the body armor on him.

Sensing the threat, the machine gunner immediately turned his gun, and the ammunition belt shot directly at the poet.

"Da da"

"Da da da"

Alternate long and short bursts, if the car is not moving, always bumping, and the poet is running like a rabbit, this makes the poet safe for the time being.

But it is only temporary!
No matter how inferior the armored vehicle is, it cannot be resisted by infantry without heavy weapons. The distance is only 80 meters, and the vehicle is still moving.

In a hurry, the only one who can cause damage to the armored vehicle is the poet, and the poet is now in danger.

At this moment, the bayonet rolled over and sat up, picked up the M72 rocket launcher next to it and carried it on his shoulder, turned his head, aimed, and there was only one bullet.

No, everyone has to finish the calf!

The movement of the bayonet was very abrupt, and the machine gunner on the roof was all focused on the poet and didn't notice it at all.

When the opponent could be eliminated by sight, the Arab driving saw it, and a mournful shout sounded, "RPG!"

The shout made the machine gunners in the truck turn around suddenly. No matter what, they never expected that the scythe team would be useless even holding a bazooka to such an extent!
It is because they firmly believe that the scythe squad has no heavy firepower, and it is difficult to threaten the armed pickups, so they will chase up again.

The distance was only tens of meters, and the bayonet could see the frightened expression on this guy's face. He had no chance to play a role in the previous battle, and could only act as a bait. Now, I finally waited for it.

He is not those Middle Easterners, RPG will not be easily empty!
"Go to hell!" The bayonet index finger pressed down heavily.

The machine gunner suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun, and due to the exhaustion of the ammunition, one could clearly see a whip of fire thrown towards the bayonet sitting on the ground.

"boom!"

The bazooka hit the pickup truck, and the flames of the explosion completely submerged the pickup truck in an instant.

"boom!"

A 7.62 machine gun bullet hit the bayonet's face obliquely, the bullet hit the mandible, and flew out with the lower half of the bayonet's face.

"Bayonet!" The donkey covered his chest, looked at the bayonet sitting on the ground swaying, with half of his face missing, roared, opened his mouth, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Hearing the explosion behind him, Golden Retriever ignored it, but the donkey's 'bayonet' made Golden Retriever subconsciously lower his head, pause his steps, and then his right leg softened and knelt down.

Instantly realizing that he had been shot, the golden retriever jumped forward.

The poet who has been paying attention to the pickup truck first saw the pickup truck being blown up and was overjoyed, then heard the donkey's mournful cry, and turned his head to see the tragedy of the bayonet.

Putting his hands on the ground, he was about to get up and rush over, but just halfway through the movement, he saw the golden retriever pounced out of the corner of his eye.

That action is wrong!
Kneel down, M14 on shoulders.

Seeing that the man on the opposite side had hit the golden retriever, he immediately started to shoot again.

"Bang!" At a distance of 120 meters, simple aiming, the poet shot

"Da da!" The other party aimed at the golden retriever and pulled the trigger.

A 7.62mm M993 shell-piercing shell hit the body armor on the chest. The tungsten gold penetrating warhead directly penetrated the ceramic plate on the chest and shot into the chest. lungs.

The bullet passed through the lung lobes, pierced through the bones and muscle layer of the back, and was finally blocked by the bulletproof plate on the back.

A 5.56 NATO bullet hit the golden hair helmet, drawing a clear trajectory behind the helmet, and finally hit the body armor neck guard, changing its trajectory and flying out.

The last person on the other side, seeing the armed pickup truck he had placed high hopes on was blown up, didn't care whether the other companion was alive or dead, turned around and ran away.

Helicopters came to rescue him, and the sickle team still had so many wounded. He didn't think that the sickle team would chase him. As long as he ran 100 meters, no, 50 meters, he would probably be able to run away!

"boom!"

The poet pulled the trigger again.

But when you leave your back to your opponent on the battlefield, you are already dead!

In just a short moment, four people died and three people were injured!

The donkey got up and staggered towards the bayonet, his voice unconsciously crying, and his eyes blurred.

The bayonet was missing the lower half of his face, and he couldn't speak. The blood was pouring out, and the donkey was helpless, not knowing how to stop the bleeding.

There is no mention of first aid at all.

There was still clarity in the bayonet's eyes, and the effect of the morphine injection hadn't passed yet, but he knew he must be dead.

Holding the donkey with one hand, writing something on the sand with the other.

All the way!

From beginning to end!

Motto of the 82nd Airborne Division.

Wang Zhen stood beside him clutching his chest, biting his lips tightly, tears streaming down his face.

The shovel that ran back lowered its head, with a grim expression on its face.

The poet, squinting his eyes, muttered something in a low voice.

'Take me, home' bayonet wrote on the ground again.

Looking at the few words, Wang Zhen couldn't bear it any longer, and burst into tears.

The golden retriever was sitting on the sand, pressing the artery on his calf with one hand, and shouting loudly in the channel, "Scarecrow, scarecrow, it's safe, land, hurry up, save me!"

"Land down immediately." The scarecrow has been watching the battlefield from more than 300 meters in the air, not to mention the above-mentioned orders not to participate in the battle, the Black Hawk he drives does not have a weapon system, and is purely used as a transport aircraft.

Confirm safety and start landing.

"Hurry up, hurry up." The donkey kept muttering.

Wang Zhen reached out and set up the bayonet with the poet, and walked quickly towards the helicopter.

The donkey limped along and glanced left and right with the shovel, only to find that the golden retriever had been sitting motionless on the sand more than 30 meters away.

Immediately realized something was wrong!

"Golden Retriever!" shouted, and the shovel ran over quickly. When he got close and looked down, the golden retriever's right heel was shot, and it was rotten. I don't know the extent of the injury, but he definitely couldn't stand Woke up.

"Put on the tourniquet!" The shovel knelt on the ground and stretched out his hand to help the golden retriever hold down the blood vessel. Then the golden retriever undid the medical treatment, took out the cable tie and tied it on the ankle, and twisted it a few times to tighten it.

"Let's go!" The shovel went to pull the golden retriever with one hand, but suddenly felt dizzy, a sense of weakness came from the body, and the strength of the arm was completely lost.

Fortunately, at this time, Wang Zhen who heard the sound of a shovel on the channel ran over.

The two quickly ran towards the helicopter with the golden retriever.

The golden retriever endured the pain, and did not forget to explain to Wang Zhen: "Call Daryl immediately and ask him to arrange the nearest hospital, even a doctor. Everyone needs a blood transfusion, or we won't be able to survive in Baghdad!"

He saw the state of the shovel just now, and it was obvious that he had lost too much blood.

He hasn't seen the bayonet situation yet, but he knows it must be very bad.

The donkey was shot in the buttocks. He ran and beat him, but he couldn't stop the bleeding.

He, Wang Zhen, and the poet were the only ones in relatively good condition.

"I know, I'll call right away." Wang Zhen agreed, reached out and grabbed the Golden Retriever's satellite phone, and dialed it while walking.

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