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Chapter 379: Rolling Strafing


The situation was completely reversed, something that none of the FOX team members expected.

Under the power of sound and light bullets, the people who were affected in a few minutes were almost incapacitated, and everyone in the barracks was like this, but these FOX team members didn't expect that Qin Fei happened to receive extremely targeted training.

At the beginning of Unit 203, the wake-up call every morning was not the trumpet of the traditional troops, but directly threw sound and light bombs and tear gas into the row room, which was what Lei Gong was most passionate about.

Early every morning, he had to personally "call" his team members to get up, and the thunder could not move, and the rain and rain did not change, which he himself called "the little movement of the morning".

Under the torture of this "small movement in the morning", Qin Fei and all the members of the 3rd detachment of Unit 203 are the same, as long as they see sound and light bullets, they almost reflexively use everything that can be used around them, and in this kind of training for a long time, they have gradually developed the ability to recover like antibodies.

In the case of ordinary troops, perhaps all that was left in the barracks just now was a pile of dead bodies.

When it was discovered that all the four teammates in charge of the broken break had been knocked down, the two fox team members who were holding Kunchai hostage and retreating all the way let out a frightened cry in their communication channel: "Boss!

I ask for support!

We met a madman!

” As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy machine guns on the BRD-2 armored reconnaissance vehicle parked nearby rang out.

Qin Fei and everyone in the X mercenary group felt numb when they heard this sound, no one wanted to be hit by a KPVT heavy machine gun with a caliber of 145, no matter what part of you was hit by a bullet, even if it hit your thigh, it would make you lose a lot of blood and die, let alone hit the main torso.

"Fack!"

In the panicked screams of the crosshair, the people of the X mercenary group ran as fast as they could like rats chased behind by cats.

More than 10 meters away, there was a barracks that had been blown up, the roof had been torn off, and only the brick walls remained.

Everyone threw themselves into the ground of the wall and clung to the ground, hoping to burrow into the ground.

The incendiary grenades loaded in the KPVT heavy machine gun cut a line of fire in the darkness, cutting through tofu like a sharp blade everywhere it went.

The brick walls of the barracks collapsed piece by piece, and the broken bricks crackled and smashed on Qin Fei and the others.

People who have not experienced actual combat may not know that many people think that as long as the bullet does not hit the body, there is nothing to be afraid of.

But anyone who has participated in a live-fire drill or actual combat knows that you would rather fire ten AK-47s at your concealment than a heavy machine gun with more than 127 calibers at you.

The sound of bullets exploding overhead creates a sense that the shelter you are in could be destroyed at any moment, and then if those bullets hit a hard object, they will ricochet, and if you are hiding in a house and someone is shooting at your window with a large-caliber machine gun, you would rather the walls of this building are not so hard.

Because when a warhead is fired into the room, it will ricochet when it hits a hard wall.

The ricochet of a large-caliber machine gun was enough to kill a soldier in body armor.

Several incendiary bombs hit the ruins of the barracks on the bricks, bounced high, flew into the sky more than 20 meters, and fell again.

The crosshair suddenly screamed like a pig, and the man rolled on the ground like a bug that had been stepped on.

The polar bear next to him hurriedly suppressed the guy, lest his posture be too high and be hit by a bullet that pierced the ruins.

"What's wrong with the crosshair!?"

Qin Fei shook the dirt on his head and asked loudly at the polar bear, "Is he injured!?"

” If it is hit by the warhead of such a KPVT machine gun, the crosshair is afraid that it will either die or be crippled.

"Don't worry about ......"

The polar bear pressed the crosshairs, flipped around on him, and quickly grabbed something and threw it on the ground.

"It was a dropped warhead that fell into the collar of this unfortunate guy."

The incendiary warhead is hollow and filled with phosphorus-containing incendiary charges.

There is no difference between scalding on the skin and flesh and the soldering iron torture used to interrogate the revolution/life/party in the movie, a hot iron must be a scar, and the pain is even more penetrating.

Chen Yong, who was lying next to the polar bear, rubbed his nose and couldn't help but say, "Damn!"

I smell the barbecue!

” "Bastard!

Goddamn bastards!

” "I swear that one day, I'm going to beat these bastards into meat sauce with the same machine gun!"

” He lay on the ground and cursed through gritted teeth, greeting even the ancestors/eighteenth generations of the fox group, which showed that those bullets had really burned him crazy.

Under the suppression of the powerful firepower of the fox group, Qin Fei and the others had no choice but to crawl to the end of the barracks in embarrassment.

There was the farthest distance from the reconnaissance armored vehicles of the FOX group, and there were also the most ruins and walls, and no one dared to face its edge under the sharp edge of the KPVT heavy machine gun, that was a dead word.

"Qin Fei, we can't be suppressed by them like this!"

The old fish said, "If they come towards us, how are we going to run?"

” Qin Fei's scalp was numb.

The old fish was right.

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As soon as the dreaded BRD-2 armored reconnaissance vehicle moved towards them, firing at the side, there was no other cover around them other than the two platoons of barracks that could effectively hold the 145-caliber warhead.

It is conceivable that Fox could sit in a jeep and call out the members of the X mercenary group one by one with a gun as if he were hunting in the African savannah, and no one could escape.

"his mother!"

Chen Yong knew very well that infantry could not compete with armored vehicles in such open areas, especially without anti-tank weapons.

"It would be nice if we had a four-zero fire!

Damn, I can blast them into the sky with four fires!

” "Diego, don't they have it!?"

The crosshair suddenly remembered something, looked towards the barracks where Diego was, he pressed the communication button, and shouted in the channel: "Diego!

Let your men fire RPG bazookas at that BRD-2 armored reconnaissance vehicle!

Settle them!

” "I'm really sorry, the commando team died a lot, and now there are not many people left, and I don't know where the bazooka was thrown, maybe it fell ...... when I ran away just now" Diego showed his superb acting skills: "It's not that I don't want to help, I really can't help, there are still many people here who need protection, and I have less than half of the people in my hands......"

"Nima's eggs!"

The crosshair couldn't hold back any longer and yelled at the headphones: "Fake!

Diego, you seedless bastard, you shitty bastard!

” Everyone knows that Diego is manipulating, and he is just afraid of death.

Of course, in this case, it is obviously unrealistic to expect a so-called commando from a small country where birds don't to have a very good performance, and now the attention of the FOX group is on the X mercenary group, and Diego is happy to see it.

Anyway, no matter how you fight, it's good not to shoot me.

He knew very well that there was some kind of personal grudge between Fox and Qin Fei and Kunchai, and this guy was slipping like a loach so that he wouldn't wade into troubled waters.

As for the so-called friendship before, it was all to hell with it.

"I'm going to castrate that damn Diego!"

The crosshair cut off the communication and said indignantly.

The polar bear crawled backwards, dust and gravel falling on his head, and he couldn't help but ridicule the crosshairs: "Don't scold, let's go back alive!"