The two sides fired at each other on the dark African wilderness, although the battle group of the four whites on this side was well-equipped and tactically sophisticated, and the marksmanship was accurate, but after all, the strength was weak, and although the black troops pursuing them could only be described as a rabble, they had an absolute advantage in the number of soldiers, and nearly forty people got down from two trucks and pickup trucks, not to mention a 127 heavy machine gun as a fire suppression.
Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and heroes can't stand up to many people.
The white group's car was swept away to scrap metal, and the man could not outrun the opposite wheel on two legs, so he had to stay put.
However, these people are well-equipped and must have communication equipment, and if they can hold on, they will be able to get out of trouble until reinforcements arrive.
The gunfire on the side of the white group began to fall sporadically, and they fired two or even one-shot single shots, which was obviously the courage of veterans, and a kind of confidence in their marksmanship.
And the black troops over there are in stark contrast, Brother Hei's marksmanship is not good, and the guns are not good, the AK47 of Qingyishui and the R4 old automatic rifle made in South Africa, but the bullets are quite sufficient, sometimes they don't aim at all, and their hands are raised from behind the concealment, and they sweep in the general direction with both hands directly.
This type of shooting relies on the intensity of firepower, which is not much different from a blind cat hitting a dead mouse.
Seeing the scattered gunfire on the opposite side, the two black soldiers suddenly became a little bolder, and slowly moved forward from the back of the truck, but just after taking a few steps, the point shooting on the opposite side sounded crisply.
The two black brothers suddenly burst into a bloody mist on their chests and fell to the ground.
"Get down!
Get down!
” The black commander waved his hands to hide his people: "You pigs!
” He cursed his men loudly, and at the same time gave the order for the 127 heavy machine gun to fire fiercely, suppressing the white group, and sending two groups of men to take advantage of the night to slowly detour along the depression by the river, on both sides.
It's a flanking tactic.
The military literacy of the black buddies is very low, and it is definitely not possible to attack head-on, and they don't have that courage, one person will be shot and the others will be a mess of flies.
It is best to use outflanking tactics, because if the opponent has four people defending in one direction at the same time, the pressure will be relatively light, and everyone can take turns to change ammunition or even use point fire to suppress the frontal impact.
Once the outflanking is successful, a flanking attack is formed.
The team of four must be divided into each person to resist one side, so that without the cover of colleagues, it is necessary to use continuous fire to block the opponent's attack, for a small group-type detachment, it is enough to suffer in ammunition.
What's more, just now the white group used a Hellfire.
Hellfire is a thing that works wonders for small groups to encounter large forces, suppress fire in a split second, and then quickly escape, but this tactic is not harmless.
Its biggest disadvantage is that it depletes its ammunition extremely quickly.
If a soldier carries 8 magazines per person, then one Hellfire down is enough to consume 2-3 magazines, so the essence of Hellfire lies in one word - escape.
Using Hellfire means that you give up the confrontation and try to escape, but the dilemma of the white group now is that they use Hellfire, but they don't escape, just in exchange for a certain amount of safe time.
The riverbed was lower than the ground, so it wouldn't attract the attention of a team of four, and even at night, even with night vision equipment, it was impossible to have a full 360-degree view of the camera.
After ordering his men to outflank him, the commander ordered the two cars to turn on their headlights, and shone at the ditch where the team of four was located, and ordered the machine gunners to open fire fiercely, causing the dirt in front of the team of four to splash everywhere, and for a moment they couldn't even raise their heads.
The commander saw the opportunity, and with a wave of his hand, two ten-man detachments of black brother soldiers entered the riverbed from the left and right sides like leopards, wading through the water, and quietly starting from the two wings to outflank.
Then the lights of the car were clearly visible to Qin Fei and the others, who were hiding a hundred meters away from the right side of the group of four.
Qin Fei asked Song Chai, "What kind of troops are these black people?"
” Somchai stared at the black soldiers who appeared in the light from time to time, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "It's Kosan's Revolutionary Alliance Front, that is, the so-called rebel soldiers......
It's over, it's over, when these people come, everything is over. ” "You look scared."
Qin Fei said.
Somchai's pupils were filled with fear, and he whispered, "You may not have experienced the civil war in Sierra Leone.
Do you know who the rebels are?
There are mercenaries from neighboring countries, such as former army soldiers from Nigeria, Ghana and other countries, as well as local Sierra Leonean ......"
Speaking of this, he licked his lips, "Have you ever heard of child soldiers?"
” "Child soldiers?"
"Kosan is best known and most ferocious for his child soldiers."
"In the territory captured by the rebels, as long as they occupy a place, they will recruit teenage children as soldiers, and then give them drugs or khat grass, let them hallucinate after smoking, and then give them guns and knives, brainwash them, and these child soldiers must first go through an enlistment ceremony to join......
At this, his voice trembled.
"The ritual is that the child soldiers have to kill one or even several of their loved ones.
Father, mother, sister, brother or brother, Kosan thought that this was enough to show personal loyalty to him, and that only those who killed their loved ones could be fearless on the battlefield. ” "It's not fearlessness, it's insensitivity."
Qin Fei's heart suddenly swelled with a strong sense of disgust, although he did not belong to either camp of the warring parties, but for Kesan's inhumane approach, normal people would hate it.
"Oops, noos, no."
"Those white-skinned pigs are going to be finished, and they don't realize they're going to be surrounded," Bruce said. ” Qin Fei looked towards the front right, and sure enough, he saw several vague figures flashing by the side of the bed, and quickly disappeared into the grass.
Unlike in the area where the two sides of the battle were located, near the riverbed on the right was a field taller than a man, and through this wide grass, it was possible to go around the right rear side of the white group.
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If the attack is launched by surprise, I am afraid that by the time the white group reacts, there will definitely be casualties.
Once a four-person team suffers one casualty, the proportion of firepower loss is staggering, 25 per person, so the combat effectiveness is almost geometrically reduced.
Qin Fei turned the silencer of the P228 on, and since jumping into the sea from the ship, this gun has been following Qin Fei from Asia to Africa.
It has to be said that this is a good gun, light and short, and no less powerful, no wonder many SEAL soldiers like to choose it as a weapon of self-defense, especially after hitting a silencer, it is simply a must-have for home travel to kill people and goods.
"Hide well, I'll kill that group."
Qin Fei said.
Song Chai's eyes were about to fall and he handed it over: "Are you crazy!?"
You alone, they are at least ten!
What's more, when they beat them, we don't wade into troubled waters!
When they're almost done, we'll find a chance to escape!
”