From the Marine Corps in the forest to the Mi-24 Hind armed transport helicopter flying slowly in the canopy, the height is only twelve or thirteen meters.
Even if these Marines were blindfolded, they could accurately hit the target with the RG18 anti-tank rockets due to the huge sound of the rotors in the sky.
The flames were rising, burning everything in the helicopter cabin with the extremely high temperature.
The deafening explosion has spread throughout the entire Mi-24 Hind armed transport helicopter.
Damage caused by the rocket explosion is everywhere, and the entire helicopter cannot even be controlled.
The pilot still struggled to save himself, but the helicopter roared hoarsely from inside, as if the engine had been greatly damaged.
The pilot wants to work hard to raise the altitude and use the original inertia to adjust the already tilted fuselage.
But the still-rotating rotor gradually stopped rotating in the air.
The entire helicopter that was still rising stopped almost visible to the naked eye, and then moved towards the depths of the forest with the pilot's frightened eyes.
He fell down hard The terrifying loud noise that could almost shatter the eardrums had resounded through the corners of the island, and the crazy vibrations made everyone's feet feel like shaking like an earthquake.
Even the explosion had set off pieces of flames, igniting the surrounding bushes and the branches and leaves at the top of the tree crown, burning a little bit of flame, and there were actually signs of a mountain fire.
However, this little sign of the mountain fire was extinguished instantly, and the even more terrifying explosion swept the surrounding area instantly with the detonation of the airborne rocket.
The huge pressure and temperature have swallowed up all the helicopter's arsenal.
The ammunition was heated and finally reached the critical point, detonating the gunpowder inside instantly, turning into a red lotus fire like hell.
It roared and swallowed up all objects within more than a hundred meters around it.
Whether it was a big tree or a shrub, or the Soviet soldier who was caught off guard, all living things turned into flaming gods of death and were swallowed fiercely.
Miserable howls appeared in the mouths of the Soviet soldiers who had become burning men, but their pain did not last long because the black hole of the gun was already pointed at them.
The caliber as thick as Winchester's thumb was emitting bright streaks of muzzle flash, and the 12-gauge shotshells had filled the space where they were with with swarms of death.
The advantage of the shotgun is in mid- to close-range combat.
Each shot can cover an area of several meters.
No matter how hard the enemy dodges, they cannot avoid the dense ammunition.
In the First and Second World Wars, the weapon known as the trench gun also had unparalleled advantages in this dense forest.
As for the group of Soviets, they had already discovered most of their teammates before they could react.
Eighty percent of the people had been mopped down by the violent shotgun blast.
This group of Marines were like charging knights.
They rushed forward without fear, even if they were facing the AK assault rifle and the shining bayonet.
But they remained expressionless, clenching their teeth and striding forward, while the Winchester 1887 lever-action shotguns in their hands fired the fatal No. 12 with every pull of the trigger.
Standard shotgun shells accurately enveloped any Soviet soldier who dared to appear in front of them.
Although the sound of AK assault rifles also appeared sporadically, more of them were still the antique shotguns.
Especially the azure muzzle flash in Liszt's hand, which fired with the rhythm of an assault rifle, followed by the afterimage that could not be seen clearly in his hand.
Soviet soldier shooting with assault rifle Without Liszt's command at all, this group of Marine Corps soldiers rushed forward quickly as they did in previous skirmish operations, and the shotguns in their hands were also firing wildly.
And the group of Soviet soldiers who were stunned by the instantaneous surprise attack even began to howl in unintelligible Russian as they suffered increasing losses.
They fled towards the depths of the forest where they came from.
Seeing that the rifles in their hands had been thrown away and ignored, it was known that these guys had completely lost their ability to fight.
There were still pitiful howls from time to time in the forest, which were the sounds of seriously injured Soviet soldiers who were not yet dead, but there was no mercy in Liszt's eyes.
Holding himself, Winchester ran towards the cliff.
He was so fast that even the Marine Corps soldiers couldn't keep up with his movements, but Liszt gestured towards them and just ordered loudly: "Leave three people to clean the battlefield, and the others "Follow me" On the cliff at the edge of the forest, the crazy firing sound of the 4a1 assault rifle continued.
The crisp sound of the gunfire almost never stopped.
Each magazine was exhausted in just three to five seconds, and even the ten The Marines still gritted their teeth, refilled the full 30-magazine magazine with a speed that had never been seen in military academies, and continued to fire wildly at the fallen Soviet soldiers.
Although they were recruits, they still graduated from military schools and trained in the recruit training camp for nearly half a year.
Each of them has become a standard warrior, but they have never been exposed to life and death, and have never killed anyone with their own hands.
They call those veterans on the battlefield baby birds.
But their crazy looks now show their terror.
They have applied all the knowledge of killing they learned in the boot camp to the current battlefield.
They seem to be at home like a fish in water.
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The Marine Corps is already an elite force in the military, but the scale of the expansion makes them look huge, just like a regular army.
But they are directly subordinate to the President of the United States, and they can go to fight around the world without even taking orders from Congress.
If their combat effectiveness is reduced, it means death.
And even the fledglings who have just left the training camp in the Marine Corps, after undergoing systematic training, are also executioners who are good at killing people.
"Your soldiers kill x1 Soviet ordinary infantry, and you get full points of 200 points."
"Your soldiers kill x1 Soviet ordinary infantry, and you get full points of 200 points."
"Your soldiers kill x1 Soviet ordinary infantry, and you get full points of 200 points."
"Your soldiers kill x1 Soviet ordinary infantry, and you get full points of 200 points."
"Your soldiers kill x1 Soviet ordinary infantry, and you get full points of 200 points."
"Your soldiers kill x1 Soviet ordinary infantry, and you get full points of 200 points."
It was as if the screen was flashing in Liszt's retina.
If he put his consciousness into it, he would find that the countless data streams were crazily combined into words, and the barcodes were pushed up quickly, making it almost impossible to see any scene in front of him. .
And even in his ears, the metallic beeps were appearing crazily, and they were even connected together.
The next sentence had already appeared before the previous sentence was finished, and he had no time to react.
When he walked out of the edge of the forest and stood on the cliff clearing that was almost littered with corpses, the rich smell of blood almost seemed to have solidified.
Liszt's combat boots stepped on the bloody soil.
He saw the Soviet soldiers lying on the ground one by one.
He could no longer tell when they were killed, whether they were killed by Liszt or by this group of marines.
The team killed it.
When they saw Lister arriving in front of this position, the scattered Marines relaxed slightly and slowly stopped the 4a1 assault rifles that were still firing.
But any corpse that moved would still be hit by the three-point shot that was instantaneously placed on the shoulder, quite neatly, and it would end up in the arms of death with some unknown cry.
Taking a deep breath, Liszt showed no expression at all against the strong smell of blood.
His face was still dignified and serious, and the look in his eyes also showed a little bit of relaxation.
He looked at the soldiers gradually appearing on the edge, but there were only thirteen in total.
Gritting his teeth slightly, he said nothing more and just walked quickly in the direction of his cave.
At the same time, he turned and waved to them: "Follow up quickly."
With such a fierce battle taking place on this small island, Soviet troops will definitely appear again.
What's more, there were defeated Soviet troops who fled back.
Although they couldn't accurately describe the specific situation of List and others, they could add fuel to the fire based on what they saw.
In the eyes of those Soviets, the most clear point was that U.S. federal troops finally appeared on this small island that was originally under their control.
Both sides of the Cold War showed little mercy towards the infiltrating forces from both sides.
Not to mention the previous reconnaissance team in Alaska that was completely wiped out, the prisoners that List met just half an hour ago were slaughtered in such a miserable manner.
It is clear that these Soviets have already regarded killing prisoners as a normal thing. .
Even if List changed his mind, if the Soviets were captured by the American Federation, the consequences would not be much better at all.
"Hurry up, keep up, pick up the pace" The location of the cave was right in front.
Looking at the familiar cliff, Liszt was slightly relieved.
After confirming that there were no enemy troops, he led the thirteen marines behind him to quickly move towards the entrance of the cave.
It was as if most of the Soviet combat forces on the island had been wiped out.
No Soviet helicopters or infantry appeared in front of them anymore.
They finally breathed a sigh of relief and cooperated with each other to enter the narrow and steep cave entrance. , completely hidden on this small island. s: Ahem, my updates are still very conscientious.
There are three updates almost every day, 9,000 words.
Some authors have five updates, but each update is 2,000 words long.
The total is only a thousand words more than mine.
Ahem, please give me a monthly pass.
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