Seeing that the target was no longer visible in the scope, the sniper rifle was slightly lowered and fired a shot.
The bullet pierced the SUV's thin door with ease and struck the driver's arm.
You don't want to show your head, right? Getting shot won't change anything.
Even if it can't kill them in one blow, it can cripple one of their men and weaken their counterattack firepower.
"Smokingbomb, whoever's a motherfxxker, throw a smoke bomb!"
"Put-put-put"
The wounded were groaning as the vehicle braked, and someone shouted for smoke grenades to be thrown. The only two M240s in the convoy also began to retaliate.
Unfortunately, the 7.62x51mm of the general-purpose machine was completely suppressed by the 12.7x108mm of the heavy machine.
This moment fully proved that large caliber is the key to victory; as long as the heavy machine guns on the other side could hit the target, every vehicle in the convoy could be easily penetrated.
"Pfft pfft"
The patrol's firepower wasn't very strong, but they were still special forces after all, and the green berets had plenty of gadgets. Two M18 colored smoke grenades were thrown out, and the ignited smoke-generating agent began to hiss and emit smoke.
Red smoke began to spread in all directions, blurring the outlines of the vehicles and creating a visual concealment effect.
"Get off the bus, get off the bus, everyone get off the bus."
Commander Johnson immediately shouted over the radio.
"Buzz"
A government army pickup truck that was bringing up the rear ignored him, put it in reverse, and abandoned the convoy, intending to retreat back to the village.
"Boom boom boom boom"
The artillery position, consisting of two 60mm and two 82mm mortars, fired a salvo directly at the old vehicle.
Mortars have high requirements for hitting moving targets, but several can be deployed together to cover an area, not to mention unprotected civilian vehicles.
The pickup truck that was retreating was unfortunately hit by shrapnel from an 82mm high-explosive grenade, which blasted into its face.
It's unclear whether the tires were punctured or the driver died, but the car rolled twice before coming to a stop upside down. Those inside were likely seriously injured, if not killed.
"Bang bang bang"
"Calling for camp! Calling for camp! The scavenger mixed squad has been attacked by unidentified armed forces. They are equipped with mortars and heavy machine guns. Requesting backup! Requesting backup!"
After rolling off the vehicle, the soldiers spontaneously began to fight back, while Johnson immediately contacted the base for backup.
Their attack was definitely premeditated and a well-prepared ambush. Snipers first shot down the first two vehicles, while mortars blocked their retreat. They had no chance of escaping; their only option was to stall for time and wait for reinforcements to arrive.
Major Joseph, who received the message, felt a jolt of fear, knowing he was doomed.
These cunning extremist groups!
While cursing, Joseph contacted his superiors to request air support for his men.
With so many casualties, he fears he won't just have to take off his clothes, but also spend two years in jail.
The forward base for drones had no attack helicopters, and there wasn't a single MQ-9 drone in the hangar ready for takeoff. At this point, they had no choice but to ask their ally, the United States, for help.
The Americans were thrilled, as such opportunities are rare; most of the time they are the ones asking the US military for help.
The order was immediately relayed to the airport in Oga, and a Mirage-2000D on combat duty left the hangar, took off, and sped towards Niger with afterburner engaged.
"What happened?"
Inside the hangar, Wang Kai and Alvin, who were performing maintenance on the F-4K, asked the military maintenance staff for a question.
“It’s Niger. Something’s happened to the Americans over there. We have to go and save them.”
This isn't a secret, or rather, it's something to be proud of, so the young man spoke in a savior-like tone.
"Americans are quite weak in Afica, and it has been like this since the 1990s."
Alvin made a veiled remark about the other party.
"They might be having trouble adjusting to the local environment; the Middle East would be a better fit for them."
Wang Kai, who was putting his gloves back on and getting ready to work, complained.
"No, I have to talk to the boss. He'll definitely be happy to hear it."
Alvin picked up the walkie-talkie and contacted Xia Yu.
"And this even happened to Americans."
Xia Yu was indeed happy to listen, but after finishing his gossip, he realized something was wrong.
The US military's operations in the Sahel region mainly consist of training, reconnaissance, and patrols. They do not frequently strike extremist groups, and they don't even give a second glance to the armed factions in Niger.
There aren't many enemies here, so they shouldn't have been attacked so quickly like the people of the Western Regions. He felt there must be something wrong with this.
In Xia Yu's understanding, this is actually a matter of priority.
The extremist groups in the Sahel region can be roughly divided into two factions: al-Qaeda and al-Qaeda. In the Middle East, the United States is the main force in fighting them, but the United States is responsible for the main task of combating their branches in Afica.
Unless the leader has a specific preference, they will prioritize...
Wait a minute, the leader of the Nasser independence movement, Belmukhtar, he sees Americans as a thorn in his side.
As his thoughts wandered, Xia Yu keenly realized a possibility.
This group has been silent for so long, and the Ace faction was wiped out recently. Even if they have ideological differences, it doesn't affect their friendship after fighting together.
The other side will certainly not remain indifferent; this is very likely a retaliatory action by al-Qaeda. In any case, in the eyes of extremist groups, the Germans and the Americans are all in cahoots.
The distinctions at the grassroots level are not very clear, but the upper echelons are not ignorant. Xia Yu seriously suspects that if the real culprit is indeed Belmukhtar, he might go crazy and attack both of them.
That's a really big job, and it really shows Uncle Dengzi's style.
Moreover, the timing of this move is very tight. The US election is in its most intense phase. It's not that war can't happen during this time, but there won't be any major actions.
If they fight alongside the Germans, the pressure on them will be much less.
As for how to fight together, Xia Yu subconsciously looked out the window, where the contrail left by the Mirage-2000D had not yet dissipated.
Of course, all of this is just his speculation, and it could very well just be an accident!
However, as long as there is a possibility, it is enough for Xia Yu to make some preparations in advance.
"Calling Mole, how's the situation over there?"
Xia Yu switched channels to contact Kuhn.
"It hasn't come out of the water yet, but it should be soon. The Begonia Rabbit team is quite busy."
Kuhn finally responded, "Stay away from the rumbling drilling rig."
Today is a rest day, and as is customary, Jihuo Defense will set aside a day for free well drilling and clinic services to demonstrate the company's friendly attitude.
Xia Yu was too lazy to go along, but Paul, the sniper, was always there.
If you pair him with an observer, you'll have a sniper team. They can spot the enemy first and eliminate danger in advance.
"Bring the Pallas's cats back. They might have a mission. All of you crew members and Begonia should be on high alert for safety."
With the remote weapon stations for the Weasel S3 and Weasel K1, Xia Yu can easily withdraw half of his instructor team. Now he needs to gather his manpower and wait for orders.
"Yes, boss!"
Kuhn went to relay the orders, while Xia Yu began to put on his equipment.
So far, less than five minutes have passed.
"Bang bang"
The fighting on Nirier's side continued. The driver, who had injured his left arm, was pulled out of the cab by his comrades and the bleeding was stopped immediately with a bandage.
Fortunately, his right hand was not injured, but now he can only use the MK23 as the last line of defense.
Operating an M4 with one hand is just as difficult as controlling an AK with one hand. It's worth a try if the firepower is equal, but against an ambush with a 12.7mm heavy machine gun, a pistol is much better.
"Bang"
The squad's marksman, using the hood of the pickup truck as cover, raised his 7.62mm OBR semi-automatic sniper rifle and fired a shot.
The mortar gunner on the other side, who had just finished aiming and was preparing to fire, fell to the ground.
"Thump"
The shell, released involuntarily, fell into the barrel, but the fuse, which had just ignited the propellant, caused the muzzle to shift due to the pressure from the corpse.
"boom"
The shell missed by several hundred meters, which is still a good result. If the shell hadn't been fired, the entire artillery position would have been destroyed.
"Damn it!"
"Bang"
The marksman, who failed to seize the opportunity, quickly turned his gun around and took out the machine gunner in his direction before the heavy machine gun could sweep over.
"Knock knock knock..."
The heavy machine gun went silent for a moment, just as the assistant gunner was about to replace it.
"Bang"
The OBR, with precision comparable to the M110, smoothly took down the third target.
At a distance of over 700 meters, facing a hail of bullets, the M4 carbine was just for show; the only effective weapons were his semi-automatic sniper rifle and two general-purpose guns. But just as he was searching for his fourth target...
"Smack!"
A sniper bullet struck the hood of the engine next to him, tumbling and turning into a stray bullet.
The sharpshooter turned around abruptly, leaned against the wheel rim, and sat down on the ground, panting heavily.
The enemy sniper had his eye on him; if I'm not mistaken, it should be an SVD.
Sniper rifles versus sniper rifles is simply a battle between two camps, a clash between old and new platforms.
If they can muster enough people for a small squad (12 people), the Green Berets still look somewhat elite. However, if they have fewer than 5 people and are under the ambush buff, their performance won't be much better than the Niger friendly forces.
In just over ten minutes of fighting, half of the 30 government soldiers were killed.
After cutting back a few more injured people who are just waiting to die, the number of people they can use is not much different from a small squad.
"Conserve ammunition; we need to hold out until air support..."
"boom"
Just as Commander Johnson was giving instructions to everyone, a 60mm mortar shell fell mercilessly.
The shrapnel from the explosion added more than a dozen more wounds to the already riddled car body.
Among the various extremist groups, these gunners can be considered elite, but compared to regular troops, they are still somewhat inferior.
If we move a few dozen meters further forward and control the landing point to get past the car, we can take out three or four targets all at once.
"Thump"
"Boom!"
Another 82mm mortar shell landed, unfortunately hitting a government army pickup truck. The explosion engulfed two black soldiers and then hurled the nearest Greenbean member into the air.
This is the power of artillery; even the most elite infantry cannot withstand a single shell from an ordinary artilleryman.
"Keynes, take out their mortars right now."
The commander roared at the line of marksmen.
"Bang"
"I'm not Superman."
Keynes raised his hand and fired a shot, taking down the RPG shooter on a motorcycle who was trying to sneak around and attack them, and then roared in response.
How could a marksman like him, who was being targeted by snipers, possibly take down four mortar squads? He'd be more likely to be able to do it with a heavy machine gun.
"Bang bang bang"
Others also spotted the motorized forces on motorcycles; their RPGs were all strapped with 82mm mortar shells, and they were determined not to give the enemy a chance to aim and fire.
Even if they shot down these people, it wouldn't change the fact that the encirclement was shrinking.
"Rat-a-tat-tat..."
The M240 machine gun, which had been firing continuously, suddenly stopped firing. After firing the last belt of ammunition, the density of counter-fire became thinner, making the situation even worse.
"Pfft pfft"
"Bang"
After throwing out the last two colored smoke grenades, Keynes seized the opportunity to fire another shot, killing a member of the artillery crew who was adjusting the firing parameters.
Just as he was about to change positions, a pickup truck with a heavy machine gun mounted in its bed accelerated out of the bushes.
"Bang"
Risking being hit by a sniper, he fired another shot, successfully hitting the pickup truck's front left wheel.
The vehicle went out of control instantly, and the gunners of the heavy machine gun in the truck bed were thrown out.
How many people did we lose?
Bermukhtar, who was not involved in tactical command, picked up the walkie-talkie and asked the junior commander.
"Fourteen of them were taken down by motorcycles, which couldn't get through. They were all taken down at a distance of three or four hundred meters."
With the mortar shells modified, the RPG's range will be reduced accordingly, requiring you to get closer to the target to hit it.
Without machine gun suppression from the side, the enemy was able to unleash their full shooting potential.
That was a mistake. We shouldn't have gone around in circles; a direct, frontal assault would have been much more effective.
Extremist groups also progress and grow through continuous mistakes, so if you can't completely eliminate them, you'll find that they get stronger and more difficult to deal with the more you fight them.
"Even if we lose twice as many men, it would be worth it; that's more than a dozen US Army special forces soldiers."
Bermukhtar reassured his men that they shouldn't feel pressured.
"But almost half an hour has passed, why haven't the Chinese arrived yet?"
Old Bei glanced at his watch and said.
Xia Yu guessed right; Americans alone couldn't satisfy his appetite.
The Sahara died at the hands of the "Fahd army," presenting a double opportunity. Why not let them pay for their crimes in blood?
"boom"
The roar of fighter jets exploded in my ears.
They've arrived! The savior/the goal has finally arrived.
Both sides on the ground were delighted as they gazed at the Mirage-2000D in the sky.
But after their initial joy, Green Bay suddenly realized a problem: how to contact the other party.
It's easy to communicate with attack helicopters, but with fighter jets, even our own, we need guidance equipment to tell them the way.
Especially in situations like the current one, where both sides are pickup trucks, it's impossible to effectively distinguish them in the air.
This is easy to solve. Just change your approach: if the fighter jets fly low over the air, friendly forces will naturally not attack you.
Just drop aerial bombs and aim them at the sky above that area.
The pilots also did the same as those who started their dive, nose down.
This time, however, the opponent didn't play by the rules and didn't fire a single gun into the sky.
When the Mirage-2000D, capable of flying over the battlefield, is about to turn, pull up, and dive again.
"Pfft"
The tube cap was ejected, and a starlight-level ignition device shot out of the launch tube and into the sky.
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