Long Yun took out his ta9o pistol and trotted all the way up the hillside, until he reached the top of the mountain, and suddenly there were two guys in robes squatting next to a large rock.
"Relying on the Taliban" Long Yun secretly called unlucky, he thought he could meet the US military, but he didn't expect to run into the Taliban first.
Long Yun hurriedly crouched behind a bush of weeds, carefully observing the surrounding situation.
The two Taliban soldiers looked laid-back, without any nervousness about fighting, and while conversing in the local Pashto language, they raised their heads and fired a few shots down the hill.
Long Yun concluded that there must be Taliban soldiers around, it could not be only two, because from the gunfire, there were basically gunshots all around, and they were all AK gunfires, which were obviously Taliban's standard weapons, and occasionally there were 4A1 crisp gunshots and the dull return fire of 2HB point 5O heavy machine guns from under the mountain, 2HB was generally mounted on Humvees to provide support firepower, and it was obvious that the coalition forces were besieged by the Taliban.
After making sure that there were no other Taliban around, Long Yun felt that he could kill these two Taliban soldiers, after all, he only had a Ta9O pistol in his hand, even if he wanted to help, he couldn't do it without heavy firepower.
In addition to the AK47 in their hands, these two Taliban soldiers actually put an RG rocket launcher and two rockets next to them.
However, the ta9o pistol does not have a silencer, which is the most troublesome, and there are no other Taliban soldiers nearby, but as long as the pistol goes off, it will inevitably attract the attention of other Taliban around.
His head spun quickly, and Long Yun immediately made up his mind.
He slowly crawled towards the two Taliban, who were hiding behind large rocks, and then the cover of darkness, like a snake crawling on the ground, approached the firing point little by little.
Twenty meters Ten meters Ten meters away, Long Yun hid behind a tuft of dead grass, and even if it was completely dark at this time, he did not dare to continue to venture forward, and no one was sure that the Taliban soldiers would not see him when they turned back.
He was waiting, slowly, waiting for an opportunity.
One of the Taliban soldiers, with a new magazine, leaned half out from behind the rocks and fired wildly down the hillside.
This is the opportunity Long Yun jumped up from the ground, and the Mad Dog Advanced Tactical Knife in his right hand slashed out a sword light. burst Before another Taliban soldier crouching behind the stone could say a word, the tactical knife had already stabbed into the neck, and the blade made of Cintirami meteorite was so sharp that it easily reached the hilt.
This knife is thrown very skillfully, which Long Yun learned from Lao Yu.
The position happened to be pierced into the trachea, cutting the vocal cords and arteries, the Taliban soldier could not shout at all, and the worst thing was that although the stupid man did not die immediately when he was stabbed, he panicked and pulled out the hilt with his hand. burst There was another soft thud.
This time it was the sound of blood spurting out, if he didn't draw the knife, maybe he could hold on for a while without dying, but when the knife was drawn, the blood gushed out like a fountain, and the arrow shot out more than two meters away.
"Uh-uh" He was like a chicken in the kitchen whose throat had been cut by a chef, lying on the ground and kicking his legs, his eyes wide open and full of horror.
Another Taliban soldier who was strafing was unaware that he was beside him, and his accomplice was dying.
The AK47 fired so violently that Taliban soldiers who didn't wear noise-cancelling headphones couldn't hear the "uh-uh" sound coming out of their throats.
While the knife was fired, Long Yun did not pause, and the crosshair of TA9O accurately lassoed the head of the Taliban who was shooting.
Bang A cloud of flame erupted from the muzzle of the Ta9O, and the gunfire was muffled by the sound of AK47 fire, at which point the gunfire rang out all around, and no Taliban had already appeared behind him.
The Taliban soldier who was shooting erupted a cloud of plasma from his head, and his body was crooked and collapsed to the ground.
Long Yun hurriedly rushed forward and took his mad dog tactical knife from the guy who had been pierced through the carotid artery.
The Taliban soldier was not yet dead, he pinched the wound on his throat with one hand, blood gushing out from between his fingers, and grabbed Long Yun's wrist with the other, his eyes full of pleading.
Long Yun immediately understood, this guy was really uncomfortable, and he couldn't die for the time being, so it was equivalent to suffering alive here.
He hesitated, his hand fell, and the mad dog tactical knife stabbed accurately into the heart.
Then I twisted it clockwise hard, only to hear a slight click, and the blade hung on the ribs, unscrewing a large hole in the heart.
The badly wounded Taliban soldier finally breathed his last sigh of relief, his eyes lit up with relief, and his body softened.
"Hopefully this will make you feel better."
Long Yun wiped the blood stains on the blade on his body, picked up two AK47s and checked them, they were Soviet-made equipment, and their performance was quite good.
I picked up the RG rocket head again and looked at it, and the two rockets had been unsealed, the safety was opened, and they were ready to be fired at any time.
He looked down the hill, and there was indeed an American-style Humvee convoy on the road, but he couldn't see how many there were, it looked like there were about seven or eight of them, which had already driven into the ditch on the side of the road, relying on the hard Humvee armor and were returning fire.
Muzzle flames kept coming out around the Humvee, and after counting, Long Yun felt that the convoy only had more than 30 troops, and the muzzle flames flashing around the surrounding mountains told Long Yun that the Taliban forces here were estimated to have more than a company of troops.
All of them Long Yun heard a strange sound of artillery, he quickly poked his head out and looked around, and now on the reverse slope of a hill about a few dozen meters on the right hand, several Taliban soldiers were busy running forward and backward, with three 1oomm mortars in front of them.
Shells fell on the road down the hill, and the armed men next to the Humvee convoy shouted in English: "Shelling" Everywhere the fire flashed, the firepower of the Humvee convoy was suddenly suppressed.
This time, the shell did not fall accurately, but only landed two or three meters away from the Humvee, and did not constitute direct damage.
However, Long Yun knew very well that these were just test firings, and then the artillery would make ballistic corrections, and the next time it was estimated to be a salvo, and at that time, even the hard armor of the Humvee would not be able to save these people.
Long Yun saw that next to the mortar dozens of meters away, a Taliban gunner was constantly shaking the turntable on the gun carriage to correct the number of shots, and the other third gunner was holding a mortar shell that had been loaded and waiting to be handed over to the second gunner to shoot.
There is no need to hesitate at all, at this time there is no need to expose yourself, otherwise after the trajectory correction, as long as two or three salvos are fired alive, the Humvee convoy below will immediately turn into a dead horse convoy.
The Taliban's RG did not have a scope, and Long Yun could only rely on the front sight for simple aiming, but fortunately, the three mortars were mounted together, and the target was large, which was not difficult to aim. shout Pull the trigger, and a huge tail flame erupts from the horn pipe behind the RG's projectile, and the snow on the ground is melted
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