Son of Heaven

The guy next to him who was also very tall and had extremely dark eyes squinted his eyes, ignored the guy, just raised his head and looked into the distance, and pondered for a while, "I don't know either. But, Carlson, look at you The team members are in such a mess, I have a hunch that these people are definitely not ordinary Chinese special forces members."

"Buying the few with the more is not a real skill." Carlson roared furiously, "All of them are in a battle formation, go save our brothers, and kill this group of sons of bitches." He yelled into the headset roared.

"Carlson, calm down and don't act rashly. I suggest you take our people and retreat immediately." Wilson suddenly reached out and stopped Carlson in a low voice.

"What are you talking about? My brother is fighting bloody battles ahead for this so-called damn mission, but you want me to stand by and retreat immediately? Are you crazy?" He heard the cries of help from his soldiers. If it wasn't for the fact that Wilson's military rank was much higher than his, he would have wished to strangle this guy right now.

"I'm not crazy. If you go to save your people now, you'd be crazy. We'll all be buried here. Those guys must have come prepared and occupied the entire base. You know, there are people in the base. Three hundred mountain wolf fighters who have undergone cruel training may all be dead now. How terrible is the fighting power of those who attacked them? We used a pocket formation, and clearly had the upper hand, but deliberately encircled our tactical team without fighting. This is clearly the most classic tactic of encircling and attacking aid by the Chinese people. If we rush in blindly now, it will not be death or What?" Wilson stopped Carlson again, regardless of Carlson's violent attitude. [

"What you said is bullshit, all I know is that my people are now surrounded by a group of sons of bitches, if I don't save them, they will die, so I can't do nothing, even if there is a sea of ​​swords and fire ahead , I’ll go too, it’s as simple as that. If you’re afraid of death, then go ahead, anyway, the task of a person like you is never to fight, but to play tricks.” Carlson snorted angrily, pushing Wilson away .

"Attention all, advance in a battle formation. Group A immediately seizes the commanding heights on the right side and implements long-range fire support. Group B advances at full speed in the direction of twelve o'clock, Group C and Group D cover the left and right wings, cross-attack, and Group E is in the rear. Hurry up Come on, come on, come on, show your energy, our brothers are fighting bloody battles ahead, we must rescue them all before they die!" Carlson roared, waving his arms and leading Group B Sneak forward.

"This idiot!" Wilson stumbled and cursed, clenched his fists fiercely, stood still for a while, but instead of following the large army to move on, he quietly sneaked into a jungle behind and disappeared, the old traitor The slippery Wilson actually slipped away while his comrades were fighting bloody battles.

In the front, Carlson listened to the screams of the soldiers in front of him and the gunshots like rain in the headset. He was very anxious, especially when he heard that his elite tactical unit was driven into the front by the enemy. In the thunder formation, even more furious, "Oh, what kind of special forces is this? It's too insidious."

But just when he thought of this, there was a sudden burst of gunshots from the rear of the team, which made him feel a twinge in his heart!

He knew without turning his head that an enemy must have detoured to the rear wing, and had a fierce battle with their group E at the rear.

"Group E, stop them, and other groups, continue to advance according to the predetermined route, break up the formation, form a group of three, and attack freely. Be careful not to stray into the opponent's minefield. Lewis, Lewis, as long as you are not dead, you can Climb the tree together for me, cover the attack at a high place, and save you when we eliminate these guys and eliminate the thunderstorm." Carlson narrowed his eyes, and a cold light shot out of them, and he kept giving precise instructions.

To break up the formation and attack freely, to put it bluntly, it is necessary to completely enter the jungle melee mode with the opponent.Undoubtedly, considering the current situation, this is an extremely smart choice, and it also shows his ability to capture fighters and grasp the overall situation in the battle formation.With the sound of gunfire just now, he has already roughly judged that the opponent has at most six to seventy people, that is to say, the number is basically the same as his own.But the opponent has prepared meticulously, has already made preparations, has laid out an extremely meticulous pocket formation, and surrounded the points to fight for reinforcements, just waiting for his side to drill in. Now, if his side still concentrates on the formation to fight against others Breaking through inside, that is no different from courting death.

Therefore, taking advantage of the dark night to break up the formation and attack freely, let the players freely display their strengths, and let the opponent lose their clues and directions. This is the best plan to turn passive into active. Through such chaos, we must regain control of the initiative on the battlefield, break the opponent's fighting season, lead the opponent by the nose, and win in the melee.

Of course, this mode of melee in the jungle at night has reached a considerable level of requirements for the quality of individual soldiers and the minimum three-man combat unit. Survive the battlefield.After all, on such a dark night, once the scuffle starts, the battle formations of the two sides will be completely disrupted, and it will become an inseparable mess of you with me and you with me. No matter how elite the special forces are, , It is also impossible to maintain a complete overall tactical coordination. At this time, the importance of individual combat power is highlighted.

Of course, Carlson has never questioned the quality of his fighters and the ability of the smallest combat coordination unit. All his fighters are selected from veterans who have participated in the Afghan War and the Second Gulf War. They are selected layer by layer, whether it is actual battlefield experience or physical endurance and individual ability, they are all powerful models, and they have performed countless missions. This team is also his honor and pride. With the same number of special forces, no one will be his opponent. Strong strength has cultivated a strong self-confidence, so he dared to turn around, dare to forcefully drill into the opponent's pocket formation, and still carry Completely destroy the opponent's idea of ​​​​rescuing his own tactical team.

However, what happened next proved that his pride and confidence were just wishful thinking.