The crosshairs returned to the tree again, took out chewing gum from his pocket and threw it into his mouth and chewed a few bites, last night in the early hours of the morning, he was in charge of the perimeter guard, and he could have gone back to the camp to rest, but he didn't expect to encounter the tragedy in Tovama Village.
The smell of mint instantly rushed to his brain, and his fatigue was immediately driven out, and the coming killing made his adrenaline hormones soar, and an inexplicable excitement surged into his heart.
Soon, the voices of the rebels were heard in the headphones, and it was clear that the old fish had come quite close to the village.
He set up his gun, took a deep breath, and set the aim in his scope at the first target to be killed.
"Everyone reports the location."
The throat shock headphones came from the old fish's deep voice.
"Polar bears in place."
"The crosshair is in place."
"Two groups in place" "Go" the old fish pounced from the bushes like a hungry tiger, and the muffler-equipped 4A1 made a dull sound.
Plop pounce The fireworks on the muzzle of the gun were like poisonous snakes spitting letters, and the two rebel soldiers ten meters in front of them had no time to react, and their skulls were immediately torn off by bullets.
As soon as the old fish moved, the team members all moved.
Long Yun's second group of Xun forcibly broke through from the right, and the muffled sound of the 4A1 rifle equipped with a muffler sounded one after another, followed by the muffled sound of a corpse falling to the mud.
The commander of the rebel detachment was not a straw bag, but set up two observation posts on the high platform at the entrance of the village, occupied the commanding heights, and set up an SS77 heavy machine gun.
The mercenary team that suddenly appeared from the ground startled the two rebel soldiers in charge of the guard, and they immediately scrambled.
After a brief panic, one of the machine gunners quickly pulled the bolt of the SS77 to feed the bullet into the chamber, and the group that turned the gun to the old fish was about to pull the trigger.
The SS77 heavy machine gun is a product of the South African company Littleton, although it is not an advanced thing, but the theoretical firing can reach 9oo\ minutes,7.
The Caliber of 62 provides enough power, coupled with reliable performance and low price, it is a must-have weapon for home travel and murder, and warlords everywhere in Africa are favored.
As long as the trigger is pulled for just a few seconds, this murderous weapon can beat the old fish into a sieve in a few seconds.
The Heavy felt the cold trigger with his fingers, nervous and excited, and the professional soldiers in front of him who were covered in camouflage paint didn't seem to notice him.
This is a great opportunity His thick lips lifted into a sinister smile Suddenly, the heavy's grin froze on his face.
The SG9O sniper rifle bullet pierced through his head accurately, and the huge impact lifted the whole person up, slammed into the wooden railing, and threw it on the ground like a sack stuffed with sand.
Under the cavity effect of the warhead, the entire head of the rebel machine gunner resembled an exploding watermelon, and blood and brains splattered the face of another sentry on the side.
The bloodied rebel soldier couldn't tell where the bullet was coming from, and he was so shocked by his companion's terrible condition that he peed his pants and almost fell to his knees.
The bullet of the sniper rifle penetrated through the heart of his left chest, directly breaking his ribs and shattering the heart.
The crosshair didn't pause, he was like a clever pianist, his fingers constantly pulling the trigger, playing a death tune.
A good sniper will judge the scene in front of him after entering the sniper position, simulating the order and location of the shot, who to kill first, who to kill later, or choose to injure rather than kill.
When the operation begins, the snipers begin to "roll call" one by one, in the established order.
The kill list is like a programmed computer program, executed without deviation on the trigger of the crosshair.
SG9O's voice was muffled, and there was not much movement to be heard from ten meters away.
But as the guards at the entrance of the village were brought down one by one, the rebel commanders in the square finally realized that something was wrong.
"There are government troops" The first thing he thought of was his old rival government army.
He was a veteran mercenary with a wealth of combat experience, and immediately rolled down behind a stake to the side after shouting.
"There are snipers looking for concealment and looking for concealment" Seeing that several of his subordinates just lay down on the spot, the commander was so anxious that he roared repeatedly: "A group of stupid donkeys" Unfortunately, it was already too late.
As soon as the words fell, lying on the ground, several rebel soldiers who thought they were safe burst into blood one by one, and died before they could scream.
On the big tree outside the village, the crosshair pulls the trigger and starts counting like a child counting the candy in his hand: 1, 2, 3, 4 The terrified rebel commander finally saw a three-man team on his right, advancing against the walls of the houses, sweeping house by house.
Seeing the clothing and equipment of these people, he finally understood that the opponent who caught him off guard was not the old enemy government army at all, but an elite mercenary team.
The commander's finger subconsciously rested on the trigger, and he slowly crouched up from the ground, finding a perspective to aim.
Now, as long as the trigger is pulled, the 3O bullets in this AK47 magazine will be exhausted in 3 seconds, and the fan-shaped barrage is enough to sweep the three-person team into a hornet's nest.
"Crosshairs, stay alive" Long Yun reminded: "Otherwise, we won't be able to get any information" This raid must not allow a single rebel soldier to escape, otherwise it will stab the hornet's nest of the rebel army, but in order to obtain information, it is necessary to leave a living mouth, and no one is more valuable than this commander.
"OK" The crosshair replied easily, and the rebel commander in the scope crouched on the ground, his body hidden behind the wooden pillar and his head could not be hit, and his entire body only showed one right foot.
Without hesitation, the crosshair fired a shot into the knee of the right foot.
The warhead of the first 8oo meters \ seconds shot through the knee of the rebel commander in less than a second.
"Whew" The Commander was like a wounded beast, and the pain was so intense that he fell to his knees, most of his body exposed outside the stake.
This just gave the crosshair enough chance to snipe, and he didn't hesitate to shoot the commander in the right arm, breaking the humerus of the upper arm, and he was immediately unable to grab his AK47, and his right hand hung limply.
The SG9O sniper rifle rang out again, this time in the left arm.
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The Commander was completely flipped to the ground, screaming in pain, and writhing on the ground.
Three shots sniping at one target may seem like a bit of a waste.
But since he wants to stay alive, then completely let him lose even the ability to commit suicide, this is the military quality of a qualified sniper.
Unless the current rebel commander can pick up a gun with his mouth and pull the trigger with his tongue to commit suicide, he can only lie on the ground and tie his hands.
"Well done" Long Yun raised his hand in the air and gave a thumbs up, signaling to the crosshair in the distance, and then led the team to start a search formation and touch the houses in the village.
The trio forms a typical CQB search formation.
Long Yun took the lead, the king followed closely behind for the flank defense, and the poet was responsible for raising the gun and breaking the back, a typical three-person search formation.
The poet's original name was Goethe, and he loved to pick up girls and love poetry.
He was originally a sergeant of the German border guards, but later because of the conflict between picking girls and life in a bar, he was seriously injured, and he didn't want to go to court-martial, so he fled from Germany in desperation, and joined Magnum Company by mistake and became Lao Yu's subordinate.
The poet's position in the ghost group is an accurate shooter, second only to the crosshairs in marksmanship, and because of his good marksmanship, he also has a particularly high demand for firearms, especially German guns.
In his opinion, in addition to German guns, guns from other countries are all products of workshops.
In order to facilitate supplies, except for the polar bear and the crosshair, the others all use 4A1 and AK47 as their main and secondary weapons, but the poet's main weapon is the German-made G36 assault rifle.
It took little effort to break into the house, the mud and twig walls, and the simple wooden door were useless, but the houses here were short and narrow, and the villagers liked to hang all kinds of debris on the beams, even if they used the 4A1, which had been improved for CQB operations, it would still be inconvenient, so the three of them quickly changed their guns outside the room and pulled out their pistols equipped with mufflers.
The king raised his foot and kicked down the door, the poet and Long Yun burst in from the left and right sides respectively, the king turned and rushed into the middle of the road, and the three of them controlled a corner of the room respectively, and they cooperated very skillfully.
A rebel soldier standing by the door almost collided with the poet walking in front, and in a panic raised his R4 assault rifle and pulled the trigger.
Without any hesitation, the poet lifted the muzzle of the R4 assault rifle in the opponent's hand, and the bullets whizzed all over the roof, and the dust flew immediately.
He held a pistol with a muffler against the opponent's eyebrows, and fired against his head. burst After the dull gunshots, a mist of blood erupted from the back of the rebel soldier's head, and the man collapsed.
Before the other three rebel soldiers in the room could react, Long Yun's Beretta 92 opened fire, knocking one of them down, and the king opened fire almost simultaneously, shooting a bloody hole in the chest of one of the rebels.
The last rebel soldier was so frightened that he threw away his gun without even thinking about it, jumped up and fled like a panicked rabbit to the back door.
The "idiot" poet raised his hand and opened fire, and the fleeing rebel soldier's head exploded in half, and his body rushed out a few steps and slammed into the wall and fell to the ground.
The king of "dum" only appeared at this time, just now the poet shot the rebel soldier in the head, and the blood sprayed his head and face, and he snorted while wiping his face: "Poet, you pervert" The poet grimaced very lightly and happily, and said in a didactic tone: "You always shoot the heart, even after being shot, the human body may still have the ability to resist for a few seconds, and if you are unlucky, you will encounter the guy with the heart on the right side, and you may have to be shot by someone else."
But there is only one head, and it can be called foolproof with Dam's play. ” With that, he raised his hand, and with two muffled pops, he shot two more shots at the rebel soldier who had just fallen to the ground, both of which hit the center of his eyebrows and smashed his head.
The cacophony finally alarmed the rebels in the other rooms
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