Caliber is justice, and the S-8 is definitely better than the S-5!
This sudden attack disrupted the militants' counterattack, and Tom and his men seized the opportunity to unleash a barrage of fire.
"Plop!"
"Whoosh!"
Between pulling the trigger and the whistling bullets, the men also used underbarrel grenade launchers and thermobaric rockets to retaliate against each other.
Pressing their advantage, the militants suffered another dozen casualties in the blink of an eye.
"Quick, use the RPG to take care of them."
Seemingly reminded by the enemy's attack, they then remembered that they still had rocket launchers.
That's how it is for newbies. Most of the core members of the branch were taken away by Farea, and many of the rest were sent to the mines. Naturally, the village was left to perform poorly.
"puff"
An armed militant who had raised his RPG-7 to fire a small pencil shot suddenly tilted his head and fell to the ground while he was still aiming.
"It's a sniper, damn it, they have a sniper!"
The sniper once again demonstrated his value.
In the past, concentrated fire defenses, whether it was the Marder S30 or the T-64B1M, could withstand rocket launchers head-on.
However, in infiltration operations behind enemy lines without the support of ground armored forces, snipers become especially important.
Sharpshooters are suppressed by machine gun fire at close range and cannot raise their heads, but when it comes to long-range sniping, these militants can't even tell which direction the bullets are coming from.
There's nothing I can do then, if I snipe you, you're done for.
Paul pulled the bolt, ejected the hot cartridge case from the gun, removed the empty 10-round polymer magazine, and inserted a new one.
For routine support missions, a 5-round magazine is sufficient, but for high-intensity operations like today's...
In addition to ten 10-round magazines, he also carried 100 rounds of sniper ammunition in his backpack.
It's impossible for him to use up all those bullets, but it's enough for him to take out most of the machine gunners and RPG shooters.
As for those ordinary shooters who carry AKs and only know how to stick together with their own people, these low-value but numerous targets are Xia Yu's job.
He lowered the flight altitude and switched the night vision goggles to thermal imaging.
The world in Xia Yu's eyes suddenly became distinct in color, especially the target objects that were warmer than the ambient temperature, which were all marked by darker shades in a gradient of green.
The shadowy figures of humanoid figures, the gun barrels in their hands, glowing red from the heat—everything was so clear.
The previous generation of Gazelle was only good at recognizing cars and tanks; people were just blurry blocks of color and easily overlooked.
Xia Yu tilted his head slightly forward, and the crosshair in the image moved to a corner where three armed men were huddled together.
"Buzz"
The drive motors removed from the Tiger turret replaced the Mi-24V's previous complex transmission linkage system, allowing the muzzles of the four Gatling guns to lock onto the enemy simultaneously.
"beep"
Xia Yu pressed the launch button without hesitation.
With a brief burst of fire, the rotating barrel fired all 20 rounds of 12.7x108mm machine gun ammunition in 0.3 seconds.
Amidst the flying debris and brick dust, two of the three people, some squatting and some standing, were hit by at least three shots.
In the footage, fragments of tissue that splattered out after they were shot covered a wall, creating very clear shadows in the image.
As for the remaining one, it's hard to say whether he's lucky or unlucky.
Because he was more than two meters away from his companion, he was only hit in the thigh by the last few of the 20 shots whose accuracy had decreased.
The leg was definitely broken; only a little skin and flesh were still connecting it, but there was an open wound the size of a bowl, and blood was still gushing out of the femoral artery.
With injuries like this, unless you have a teammate with top-notch battlefield first aid skills to help stop the bleeding with a CAT tactical bandage.
They were immediately transported by helicopter to Weasel K1 for a blood transfusion and amputation, which would allow him to survive.
Unfortunately, this was impossible. All that awaited him was groaning in agony from blood loss and shock, which would then end his short and sinful life.
"Beep beep"
Amid the roar of the propellers, brief flashes of fire occasionally streaked across the sky.
If the militants are grouped together in pairs or threes, Xia Yu can easily fire a burst of bullets; if they are close together in groups of five or six, he can also manage to hit two of them with short-range shots.
After the Mi-24V was taken off the field, Tom and Old K, who had been constantly being ganged up on, felt a significant relief from the pressure.
Xia Yu wasn't worried about whether there would be any accidental injuries during roll call.
The guns they used were all different, and the humanoid shadows, wearing full protective gear and twice the size of those naked armed men, were easily distinguishable to anyone with eyesight.
"No, they're everywhere, on the ground and in the air. Order all the soldiers to retreat to the east. They won't dare do anything to us since we have hostages."
The fighting has continued until now, with at least a hundred men lost, before some of the smaller leaders finally realized what was happening.
Yeah, why would they engage in a gunfight? Why not just grab some human shields?
Such tactics were ineffective against the anti-Seleka forces because they believed that God, Akuango, and others would forgive them.
But if the other party is a Chinese national, a blue helmet, an African Union peacekeeping mission, or a PMC company that takes money to do things, then they will all be hesitant to act rashly.
This trick always works, but they were so stunned by the attack that they forgot they could do it this way.
It's not too late now; those with loud voices should immediately send an encrypted notification to everyone in Sango.
Tom and his men couldn't understand a word they were saying, but as they fought and retreated, they were retreating towards Old K's side. Their intentions were crystal clear.
"Call the boss, they're going to take hostages, and Fennec Fox and the others can't hold them off."
Tom immediately contacted Xia Yu to inform him of the situation.
“I saw it, they’re courting death.”
Xia Yu said coldly.
He was about to get a five-star review, but if this gets messed up, it might drop to three stars!
How could this be allowed? They are so cruel that they cannot be reformed. Xia Yu has no other choice but to send them to hell.
As the Mi-24V continued to descend, its fuselage tilted forward, and the rocket pods on its right stub wing were aimed at the gradually gathering militants.
By a twist of fate, these guys were originally scattered and needed to be picked off one by one.
Now that they've all gathered together, it's saved Xia Yu a lot of trouble.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"
He repeatedly pulled the launch button, emptying all nine "darts" from the rocket pod.
"Boom boom boom boom"
Amidst the continuous explosions, each S-8 arrow-shaped shotgun shell detonated upon impact, scattering the five bundles of 2,000 small steel arrows in the warhead in all directions.
Each bullet has low kinetic energy, but it is extremely lethal to soft targets. Nine bullets equal 18,000 bullets, which converge into a rain of steel that instantly engulfs the retreating militants.
The nearest dozens of people were instantly riddled with thorns, and stray bullets that missed their targets embedded themselves deeply in the cement plaster of the surrounding houses, forming a dense layer.
Those who were lucky enough to have taken less damage, and whose wounds weren't in critical locations, were still screaming in pain and had lost the ability to continue fighting.
This effect is fantastic!
"I was just about to ask that, was he using arrow-type shrapnel rounds?"
On the other end of the Snowy Owl drone, the intelligence specialist asked the crew members a question.
The attacking fleet ahead used both types of rockets from Xia Yu simultaneously, so the effect of the darts was not very noticeable on the monitor.
Now, when firing this type of rocket, the destructive effect is quite obvious.
"The artillery was firing arrow-shaped shrapnel shells, which should be the former S-8 arrow-shaped shrapnel shells from the United States."
A reconnaissance expert with more knowledge of weapons and equipment corrected this.
However, the launching methods are different, but the warheads are the same; the only difference is the number of steel arrows.
As a classic weapon that appeared during World War I, it has been continuously developed over the next century.
The various applications of artillery fire, airbursts, rockets, and even 12-gauge shotgun shells and 40mm grenades resulted in numerous casualties.
As a result, it was once prohibited from use in civilian areas by the Humanitarian Act.
But just like white phosphorus bombs and landmines, they are also banned, yet how many people actually listen to the warnings?
“Shrapnel can be air-detonated, which would be more effective, but that would cause friendly fire to themselves and civilians. This kind is just right.”
The investigation experts offered their comments.
Sometimes a disadvantage can become an advantage. The power may seem small, but it is more controllable. However, they do not have this type of 68mm rocket. Otherwise, it would be quite good to install it on Tiger and Gazelle rockets for counter-terrorism.
"It's over, the rest is just wasted time."
These nine rockets took away seventy or eighty militants in one go, which also means that there are at most twenty survivors in the village.
The commissioner then made that statement.
"The plan for concentrated fire defense is so detailed that it gives the impression that the militants are deliberately walking into their 'muzzle'."
Some couldn't help but remark that they were on-site during several of the concentrated fire defense operations, so their feelings were the deepest.
"That's right, their weapons and equipment have all been specially upgraded. Even the original Mi-24V Gatling gun turret doesn't have this level of accuracy during the day."
The reconnaissance expert, who came from the Army Aviation Corps, knew all too well about armed helicopters.
Such precision is only achievable by the Tiger tank in their country.
What a coincidence! Xia Yu is using parts salvaged from your company, and the actual user experience is fantastic.
The Honeywell ihadss from Apache, with its single-chip display designed for one-eyed people, is truly inhumane.
Even if Xia Yu were given one, he wouldn't bother to dismantle it.
However, their plan to upgrade the X-Sight integrated helmet display is more appealing.
The attack helicopter helmet-mounted sight, based on the F-35 digital helmet design, features a transparent cockpit and a wide-field binocular color display with a horizontal resolution of 1920x1200.
These days, who wouldn't want a 1080p high-definition widescreen monitor?
You say 2K and 4K are better, but it's still a bit difficult to get this kind of high-end performance in war vehicles.
Furthermore, it's not just a helmet; the entire body also needs seven or eight slots on all sides to install sensors.
This upgrade is a major overhaul. The current Deer and Tiger are sufficient, and there's no rush to upgrade to the Ultimate Doe II.
"Let's go back to base. Send me a copy of the video; I have another report to write."
The intelligence specialist glanced at the time and said.
His job is this, and it has nothing to do with movies like "007" or "The Bourne Identity". Every day he only has endless reports to write and endless videos to watch.
Of course, it's already good enough that we don't have to go out on missions; Afika's bullets don't have eyes.
The Snowy Owl drone turned back to base. Xia Yu glanced at it briefly before looking away; he still had some work to do.
"Calling Fennec Fox, is the civilian area cleared?"
Xia Yu turned on the radio and called Lao Kedao.
"The basic cleanup is complete."
“Then leave it to the echidnas. You all come with me to the gold mine.”
Xia Yu issued new combat orders to the Fennec Fox Squad.
There are still fifty or sixty people and four or five armed pickup trucks at the mine!
There are also three to five hundred slave laborers working in the mines.
He had to ensure the safety of these slave laborers and prevent the remaining armed forces from escaping.
"yes!"
Christian stopped searching and led his team back the way they came.
"Calling the echidnas, you stay here and clean up the mess!"
Xia Yu continued to contact Tom and the other seven.
Cleaning up the battlefield involves not only eliminating any surviving militants but also carefully searching for the spoils they left behind.
Finding the loot is the most important thing, as it relates to everyone's final earnings from the Zhongfei trip.
That was also the reason I took Old Ke and the others to the gold mine.
It's impossible for the gold produced at the mine to be delivered to the branch every day. Even if there are tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of gold in stock, that's good.
The Tiger armored vehicle drove towards the gold mine, and Xia Yu also piloted the Mi-24V to land and pick up Paul from the direction of the village entrance.
From the direction of the mine, gunshots and explosions could be heard in the distance. A group of black men carrying guns had worried expressions on their faces.
They had lost contact with the village and Farad, and everyone was hesitant about whether to stay at the mine or rush over to provide support.
Fortunately, the sound of the propellers grew closer, signaling Xia Yu's arrival; the village and its leader were in grave danger.
"call out"
One of the RPG-7s below fired, but the hollow-charge warhead flew more than 1,000 meters before executing its self-destruct sequence.
Forget about whether you can see it or not, it's simply out of reach!
The Por ethnic armed forces were too poor, unlike the rebels in the Gobi Desert who could buy SAM-24s by the dozen and even shoot down Tiger tanks.
"Pallas's cat, can we take him down?"
Xia Yu asked Paul in the transport cabin.
He wanted to see his employees' helicopter sniping skills.
"If we get closer to 1,000 meters, I'm 80% sure."
Paul said after loading the bullet.
"800 meters then, prepare to fire!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"
As soon as Xia Yu finished speaking, three more rockets came in quick succession, but he didn't even need to dodge.
Without a hundred or so rounds of concentrated fire, RPGs are unlikely to pose a threat to helicopters.
"puff"
Paul, with his sniper rifle mounted on a rope, aimed through the left hatch of the Mi-24V and pulled the trigger.
In less than a second, the .338 sniper round pierced the RPG shooter's chest before he even heard the gunshot.
"beep"
After Xia Yu straightened the aircraft, he fired a burst of bullets, instantly killing three or five people.
The belated Tiger armored vehicle plunged into the mine's residential and management area.
"Da da da"
Old Ke and his two companions didn't even get out of the car; they immediately started firing at the armed men in front of them using the remote-controlled weapon mounted on the roof.
This weapon station was a piece of equipment captured from the White Hats, but the caliber was downgraded and replaced with 7.62mm M240 rounds.
Unfortunately, the mg3, which has the same caliber, is incompatible.
Indeed, the father and son are the real family.
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