Firepower is king

The gunfire was a little dense, but not particularly intense. If we judged the number of enemies based on the intensity of the gunfire, there should be about ten people.

Note that about ten people refers to ten people firing at the same time, not that there are really only ten enemies.

The gunshots came one after another, but the direction remained roughly the same. They were all concentrated on the east side of the wall, and the factory gate opened to the west. This meant that the enemy did not come from the main entrance, but from the wasteland to the east of the factory.

However, the wasteland to the east is very flat. There are only some low shrubs that can hide the body, but there are no bunkers to hide in. I don’t know what the enemy is looking down on. It is clearly a feint attack and harassment, which is of no use. None.

Gao Guang left the office building and waited for a while at the entrance of the office building. Although the enemy was randomly fighting on the wasteland, the flight trajectory of the bullet was also a parabola, and the specific location of the enemy was not known. On the trajectory, he crossed the wall and was hit on the head. Wouldn't that be an unjust death?

So Gao Guang stopped and took a look.

Since someone is shooting at the factory, no matter what their purpose is, they always have to fight back, even if they mean it, and now it is the people from Alpha 5 Company who take the initiative to take on this task.

Gao Guang saw someone moving things down from the car. It was the car driven by Alpha Company, and they were unloading the weapons and equipment they had left in the car.

When Gao Guang watched a thick tube being brought out, he thought it was a rocket launcher, but after a closer look, he found that it was actually the barrel of a mortar. It was not a 60mm cannon, but a mortar. 81 mm mortar.

Mortar?

Can Pmc also use this thing?

Gao Guang saw someone running past the car carrying two RPG7s on his back, and then he heard someone shouting: "Boss, let's just scare people away with one shot. It's annoying to keep firing like this. I need to do it at night." Don’t sleep.”

Langley, who had just finished a meeting, was holding a large bag in one hand and a sniper rifle in the other. He had just closed the car door. After hearing his subordinate's request, he just thought for a moment and then said: "You can only fire three rounds. One shot to deter, the second shot to kill, if those bastards still don't leave, give them another shot, but only three shots at most."

The two men cheered, and then one of them carried the mortar seat plate, the other carried the barrel, and the third pulled the gun mount from the trunk.

They actually wanted to fire mortars. The inexperienced Gao Guang felt that he had to take a closer look at this, so he left the door of the office building and walked towards the three mortars.

"Hey guys, what kind of gun are you talking about?"

"M29A1, American."

A short and stocky man glanced at Gao Guang, then he placed the mortar's base plate directly on the cement floor and said, "It's ready here. Here are the boxes of shells."

The man who resisted the gun mount put down the gun mount, went back to the pickup truck and took out a box of shells. Then he opened the box and started to twist the fuse on the shell.

Gao Guang said very curiously: "Do you know the enemy's position? If you can't see where the enemy is, you can't hit him."

The man carrying the barrel glanced at the bright light and then said, "You can see it."

Two people began to assemble the mortar, and one person twisted the fuse on the shell. Gao Guang saw that the others had no intention of helping, so he volunteered and said, "Can I help you in any way?"

"you……"

The person resisting the gun barrel looked to be in his forties, a white man. He looked at Gao Guang again and suddenly said: "Have you never seen a mortar fired?"

Somewhat revealing his lack of knowledge, Gao Guang smiled sheepishly and said, "You have nothing to do, let's take a look."

"Go, go, don't get in the way here, rookie."

Being despised again, Gao Guang was helpless, but at this time Zhao Qian, whom he had just met not long ago, came over. He said from a distance: "This is my brother, please be polite."

The person who set up the cannon was called a lighter. This nickname was quite casual. But after hearing Zhao Qian's words, the lighter just shrugged and then shouted at the top of his lungs: "Plane, plane! What are you doing? The cannon is set up." Got it!"

A young-looking white man walked over from the house. He was holding a drone in one hand and a remote control in the other. As he walked, he said: "Stop shouting, it's coming, it's already here."

The drone was white and not big. Gao Guang looked at the drone carefully. After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly said in surprise: "Dajiang? This is the Dajiang drone."

It wasn't that Gao Guang had never seen a drone before, but he thought that these people wanted to use drones to conduct reconnaissance, determine the enemy's position and then fire. Then it had to be a professional artillery reconnaissance drone that could locate and target the enemy. The kind that also sends back the position parameters is a very professional drone.

But I didn’t expect that Alpha used the most common, ordinary, and cheapest consumer-grade civilian drone on the market. This drone is used as a gun reconnaissance drone. It is not professional.

Seeing Gao Guang making such a fuss, Zhao Qian smiled and said, "That's right, it's Dajiang."

Gao Guang smiled sheepishly and said, "Is this also okay? I mean, can this drone meet the needs?"

"Let's make do with it. It's only 800 US dollars. I usually just look around and see what's going on around me. The cheapest one costs 60,000 for a professional military drone. There's no need for that."

Zhao Qian stood aside, looked at the man who had set up the mortar and said: "He is an old cannon. He can calculate the parameters by himself. All he needs is a drone."

The operator put the drone on the ground. At this time, Gao Guang noticed that the indicator lights of the drone were all taped up so that no light could leak out. Soon, the four rotors of the drone began to rotate. Then it quickly rose from the ground and flew eastward.

There was no light at all, and the drone could not be seen after it flew out. Gao Guang looked at the empty night sky and suddenly said: "Is this civilian drone easy to be interfered with?"

Zhao Qian nodded, but then he smiled and said: "It is easy to be interfered, but you have to see how many people have interference methods, so it is basically fine. Anyway, we have not encountered any interference.

As he spoke, the operator of the drone said loudly: "The target was found, the distance is...six hundred meters, and the nearest person to us is six hundred meters away."

The footage from the drone was transmitted back. For drone reconnaissance, you definitely cannot take the footage and look at it again. Therefore, there is a small screen on the operator's remote control, which can see the situation below in real time.

Gao Guang doesn't know if ordinary drones can transmit images in real time, but he thinks it's amazing because the images returned by the drone are very clear, and it also has a thermal imaging lens, so the people on the ground can be captured very clearly.

"Is this thermal imaging lens mounted on the back?"

Zhao Qian nodded and said, "Yes, it's very expensive. It's more expensive than a drone. It's much more expensive."

Aerial reconnaissance only takes a short time to get a clear view of the situation on the ground. The operator loudly shouted: "There are fourteen people in total, and that's them, and they are still shooting."

The gunfire was far away and the personnel were scattered. At this time, the operator squatted next to the gunner, and the gunner began to write and draw on the ground with his fingers. Although there were no traces left on the cement floor, he should have got it. the required data.

"Go check out the nearby terrain tomorrow and make a mark. It's too troublesome to fight like this."

The gunner nicknamed Lighter muttered to himself, and then began to adjust the mortar. Then he said very calmly: "Basic propellant, first test fire, fire."

The person who resisted the seat picked up a fuse-equipped artillery shell from the box next to it, placed the shell next to the muzzle, and shouted: "Fire, let go!"

There was a muffled pop, and the shell came out. After waiting for two or three seconds, a flash of fire appeared on the drone's screen, and then another second passed before an explosion was heard in the distance.

The first shell did not hit anyone. This one was a test shot. The gunner looked at the drone screen, calculated the position silently, then adjusted the muzzle again and said: "Fire."

The second cannonball was loaded into the muzzle, and the cannonball flew out again. After two seconds, it exploded between the two figures captured by the drone.

The second shot still failed to hit anyone, but it was very close to the person. It was obvious that those who fired from a distance were frightened. It was impossible for them to stay where they were and wait for the third shell. Drone It could be clearly seen that the people on the ground immediately began to run away.

The lighter who fired the gun hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "The enemy ran away, so the third shot will not be fired."

The man who fired the cannon said with a look of reluctance: "There is one more round left, let's shoot it. The boss said we can shoot three rounds."

"What are you shooting for! There are only sixteen shells in total, why waste it!"

The lighter reprimanded his assistant gunner unceremoniously, and then he said reluctantly: "Hold up, we won't fire today."

The two cannons didn't hit anyone, so I was quite disappointed with the highlight. This lighter wasn't very good, but it felt different with the cannons, and it scared people away.

Drones are so convenient, and mortars are so easy to use. Gao Guang suddenly felt that he had been running the king's defense for so long, why didn't he buy a drone? It was not expensive.

Just when Gao Guang was starting to think about how to buy a drone, he heard someone above his head yelling at the top of his lungs: "RP..."

I don’t know what will follow RP in other places, but on the battlefield, even if it is not a battlefield, as long as RP is shouted where a battle is taking place, it must be followed by G.

When combined, it is an RPG. It does not necessarily have to be an RPG, but it must be a rocket.

When Gao Guang heard the word R, he started to react. He rushed forward after a moment. When he heard the word P, he was already lying on the ground. Then before he heard the word G, he heard a loud bang.

Looking back, I saw that the big iron gate of the factory was in a mess. Rockets had penetrated the iron gate. After armor-piercing bullets penetrated the iron gate, the subsequent metal jets and air waves stirred up all the dust behind the gate. , under the light outside the security room at the entrance, you can see it very clearly.

The highlight was at least a hundred meters away from the gate, so the distance was very safe. Then, he found that of all the people present, he was the only one lying on the ground, only himself.

He was startled by the sudden rocket, but it was only startled. He bent down subconsciously. He only bent down after the explosion. Zhao Qian looked at the high light on the ground and was stunned for a moment, and said: "Brother, your reaction is quite good." Hurry."

The enemy in the east fired in a feint attack and was dispersed by two mortar shells, but the enemy in the west launched an attack at the gate. They fired a rocket launcher directly. Fortunately, they were discovered by people on the roof.

But the enemy seemed to have only fired this one shot. Gao Guang lay on the ground and waited for more than ten seconds, until the two internal security guards ran out from the security room next to the gate, and there were no follow-up attacks to follow.

What should I say? Gao Guang hesitated for a moment, and then he said without changing his expression and his heart not beating: "I was bombed too many times in Baghdad, so I have a conditioned reflex to laugh."