Thunder Strikes Back

Chapter 306 Shooting
"You mean, the members of the White Tiger Division will desert? So you deliberately deceive us?" The company commander still asked at a loss. In his opinion, it is impossible for the members of the Baihu Division to desert. As for other possibilities, he has no idea. Didn't even guess.

"No, it's not. I always feel that there is something wrong. I also heard the Punjabi accent of the lieutenant colonel. As far as I know, there are no northern officers in the 107th regiment." He continued, apparently in the factional Indian Army, This is the most suspicious part.However, these analyzes did not attract the company commander's attention. The company commander shrugged and walked towards the Type 86 infantry fighting vehicle noncommittally.

Behind the T90S, the sound of rumbling engines continued, and it seemed that the team was quite large.Gradually, the outlines of some strange chariots emerged from the darkness.The Indian company commander shook his head away from the suspicious sergeant, still trying to say hello to the lieutenant colonel above.He hoped that the lieutenant colonel of the 107th regiment would give him a few minutes to explain the whole story.After Ghiam inquired about his superior, he had been terrified. He was most afraid that the lieutenant colonel would be too critical and would report this trivial dereliction of duty to his superior. Ghiam kept turning around on his own, sending messages behind him with a flashlight, ignoring him.The loyal company commander never saw any flaws. The lieutenant colonel's behavior was extremely weird. He didn't use the radio to send the message, but a flashlight.What is even more amazing is that, except for him, everyone in the entire convoy is hidden from view. This is an incredible part of night marching. At least the driver should stick his head out.

After completing the contact, Giyam finally turned around. He gave the silly Indian company commander a weird smile, then got into the car neatly, and closed the hatch.

Ding Keguang's tank had unknowingly cut off the escape route on the east side, and he was sure to block the exit here, so that no bird could fly out.

When everything was ready, he released the button on his right hand. Driven by the motor, the machine gun above the observation mirror slowly turned to the general direction, but the commander's observation mirror could not be aimed directly. The cost control of this shrunken version of the chariot made its The machine gun does not have spot injection fire control.

Lao Ding moved his head to another periscope with a narrow field of view. This is a periscope parallel to the barrel of the machine gun. It can be tilted with the muzzle of the gun. It must be used for precise aiming when shooting remotely in the car.

The Indian soldiers on the opposite side gradually suppressed their smiles. Except for the most numb people, everyone felt that something was wrong, because the anti-aircraft machine guns on the top of the turrets of the 10 tanks turned to their side. This joke seems to be a bit big .The soldiers felt that they had done nothing wrong, even if they lost their way, it was the company commander's fault, and he should be the one who should be shot.

The bewildered company commander waved to the commander's observation mirror of the Type 86 infantry to show the need for communication.The chariot in front of him suddenly started, knocking the Indian company commander in front to the ground, and then the chariot ran over the company commander, and then reversed quickly.This scene stunned every Indian soldier present.This was obviously not a dream, the track was still bleeding, the company commander looked angry, and pointed his finger to the sky. When the hand fell, he had already swallowed his breath.

There were only a few quick-response ones in the company, and they began to run around, and they roughly guessed the situation.

Ten 10mm machine guns fired at the same time, and the infantry fighting vehicles blocking the intersection had also reversed, exposing the enemy to the four rifle openings on one side.The Indian soldiers were completely caught off guard and had no armor protection. Under the metal storm ejected by the large-caliber machine gun, their thin bodies were torn apart in an instant. The crying stopped within 12.7 seconds, and then the gunfire It also gradually stopped.Lin Huaisheng, who was hundreds of meters away, saw the whole process of the battle through the night vision device, and he knew that no one could escape such crossfire.How easy is it to wipe out a company on the battlefield?Now his mind was a little frozen, he had never hesitated to shoot from the back of the enemy, and he was by no means a good man, but Giyam's approach still made him dizzy.He had been a soldier for so many years, and he never thought that one day, he would shoot at unprepared crowds. This is different from dropping laser-guided bombs on fighter jets to kill people.If he was allowed to make up his mind instead of Gyam, he would probably choose to bite the bullet and pass the test, and launch a counterattack once the enemy noticed something, but deep down, he must also admit that Gyam The Thunderbolt method was the safest, and not a single one was left alive.

The valley was silent for a while, and the Pakistani infantry in the column began to dismount and search the battlefield. Ghiyam wanted to find the enemy's radio station and the enemy who was still breathing.These vehicle-mounted infantry, mainly composed of troops directly under the Intelligence Bureau and the Border Rangers of the Ministry of the Interior, have always been known for their hard-heartedness.For those Indian wounded soldiers who are still whimpering and still breathing, it may not be a bad thing, because they can be relieved quickly.

In the valley that had been silent for a while, sporadic gunshots sounded again.The Chinese soldiers watching from the side inevitably overturned some previous views, that is, there is no completely just war. Even as invaders, these Indian soldiers are just the most common accomplices, and many of them just want to make a living. joined the war.Has such indiscriminate shooting gone beyond the conduct of war?Maybe they'd like to line up and go to the POW camp.

Lin Huaisheng decided to stay in the car for a while longer.Although he hated Ghiyam, his rationality told him that he had to wait until the gunfire outside stopped. There were some things he couldn't do by himself, so he had to let the ruthless Pakistani internal affairs force do it.But he had to talk to the Pakistani officer, whom he had known for only a few hours, the captain sent by the Allied forces, and then gave him the power to adapt, which was necessary in the absence of communication However, he was very worried now that Giyam might be too cruel and would continue to do it all the way.

Ghiam was studying the enemy's map. The marching route was clearly marked on the map, but the company commander still went wrong.He caught a glimpse of Lin Huaisheng approaching from a distance, his face was very ugly, he pretended to turn around, lit a cigarette, and thought about how to deal with it.

"Captain Gyam, are there any injured?" Lin Huaisheng asked in English. He could only pretend not to know about Gyam's execution of the wounded soldiers.

"Believe me, there won't be any. After being shot by a 12.7mm machine gun, it would be nice to have a whole body."

"Have you ever thought about the necessity of this battle? The enemy is likely to report our position through the radio."

"This is war, and it can't be everything," Ghiam retorted, tired of such post-event femininity.Before he set off, he discovered that Lin Huaisheng's whimsical plan had a lot of loopholes, and it was very dependent on luck. This Indian company that went to the wrong map was just the first accident. He himself extinguished this accident that might destroy the overall plan. Among them, Lin Huaisheng actually wanted to accuse himself of not being smart enough in his handling.

"You call this war? This is completely..." Lin Huaisheng swallowed the latter word abruptly.

"You want to say that in a real war, one company shouldn't be reimbursed in one minute? They should have the same chance to shoot at us, right?" Ghiam sneered, he completely guessed what Lin Huaisheng was thinking. "Look at those Nag missiles, they are going to ambush your tanks, but you tell me that this is not an upright battle, maybe you Chinese soldiers are still sticking to humanitarianism and public international law, but this has nothing to do with me, My country is still 1 kilometers deep, I am not afraid to go to war crimes court, my only regret is not killing them more."

"I didn't mean that, I just wanted to say," Lin Huaisheng was a little speechless, he found that Giyam's ability to speak nonsense in English was better than his own. "I just want to say, don't let the hatred blind your eyes, that will just screw things up."

"Don't worry, I've done all the dirty work for you, and you can move forward again."

"what do you mean?"

"Come on, don't be hypocritical, Lieutenant Colonel," Ghiam said. "I've studied your plan. It's incredible. If you want to show mercy to the enemy, you'd better go back now."

Lin Huaisheng had no choice but to give up and turn around.He found Ghiam to be eloquent, and that the fight had not been caused, as he had feared, but by personal hatred; evidently Ghiam had studied his plan deeply and thought it must be done.Now he needs people who can fight like Giyam and Yahini, so he decided to swallow his anger and not cause too much conflict.

When Giyam saw the Chinese officer turn around to leave, he felt that he had gone too far. After all, there are not many countries in the world who dare to help Pakistan.

"I said Lieutenant Colonel, in fact, your interspersed plan, I think... is very creative, and it should surprise Spanga."

Lin Huaisheng stopped in his tracks. He finally expected a kind response from this colleague from the intelligence department.He turned around with a stern face, as if he was still out of breath.

"You don't have to please me. Didn't you just say that it's hard to compare to the sky? Did you mean something?"

"Well, that's right, you have to be especially careful of one person in the mountains."

"Oh? Talk about it."

"Chalabi's special forces, you must have heard of it?"

"The captain who broke through the Sukkur Bridge?"

"It's him. His troops are currently scattered in this mountain area for reconnaissance activities. I guess the cruise missile you encountered at the airport is somewhat related to their activities. It cannot be detected by gusts of wind alone. Your radio location. These guys are not as sloppy as the average Indian army. They are the most capable special forces commanders in India."

"Thank you for the reminder, I will pay attention. But, I don't think he is the best special forces commander in India. I have another candidate in my mind."

"I know who you're talking about, it must be the commander in Mumbai, the Tibetan?"

Lin Huaisheng came back again, and his complexion turned a little better. The two of them seemed to have found some common topics, and suddenly there was a feeling of hating seeing each other late.

(End of this chapter)