Chapter 162: Gap (please collect, recommend, and monthly pass)
Chapter 162 Gap (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)
"Be careful to save bullets." Price killed a mercenary wearing a black hood. He reminded everyone on the intercom that there were more and more armed men in front of him. It seemed that not all of them belonged to the same mercenary group. Some of them The man was only wearing civilian clothes, and he was probably a local gangster.
The tactical abilities of these gang members vary. Some of them should be retired from the army, and it can be seen that they have received certain training, but some young people are like street gangsters who only know how to shoot.
These amateur players may be good at kidnapping, ransoming, and selling contraband, but on such a frontal battlefield, even if the scale is not large, they can only serve as cannon fodder that consumes the opponent's bullets.
Not to mention that they were facing a group of professional soldiers with the most combat experience in the world.
"Change the magazine." Gates shouted, reminding others to make up for his shooting range. He quickly retracted behind the helicopter's body, replaced it with a new one, tapped the bolt release button to complete loading, and loaded it again. Keep your position.
A group of people, with these three SAS as the main force, can actually cooperate quite well, even though they have never fought before.
The open land in front of them is like a chasm that cannot be crossed. A dozen corpses torn apart by bullets lie on the grass, and blood seeps into the soil. If there are no accidents, the soil here will be much more fertile than other places.
And all this only lasted five minutes. The opponent's attack had stopped. Both sides understood that time was running out, but their moods were completely different.
Fatami Hassani has already quarreled with the mercenary commander Murtha. The two of them are also acquaintances. They both served in the army in Kosovo, but the development of the two sides took two different paths.
The two have always cooperated happily. Fatami provided the money and Murtagh provided the people. The two of them were extremely skilled in smuggling, drug trafficking, and land grabs in various business cooperation.
So in this emergency, Fatami thought of this good friend first.
"Fatami, this is different from what you said." Murtagh's heart was bleeding. Some of the people who died were the backbone of his team. Although the people died, he could save a share. Money, but it’s not that easy to find these veterans.
The other party told him that in addition to the crew members of the two planes, there were only seven or eight people, including a few civilians. According to this statement, this task was extremely easy. Who knew that such a loss would occur? In this situation, it must be Add money.
"Murta, you'd better check the time. If you can't finish it, I guarantee you won't get a penny." Fatami didn't expect such a situation. Intelligence showed that there were only three soldiers on the British side. , there are less than four people here in the United States. No matter how you look at it, this should be an extremely easy task.
Isn’t it just a matter of a few hand grenades and a few hits of machine gun suppression to **** people away?
"Use heavy weapons." Fatami gritted his teeth and said, he couldn't have too many scruples now, it was better to take some risks than to let the horse fall into the hands of the British.
Price and others looked at the mercenaries and local gangs who had retreated to the edge of the woods. They knew that there would be a battle many times more intense than before. The people on the other side had no intention of hiding it from them. The rocket launcher on the pickup truck and mortars have been moved down.
“Fuck,” Gates cursed, turned to look at Aguilama, who was handcuffed in the corner, and said mockingly, “Hey, man, it seems that your people don’t intend to let you live.”
It's just that the prisoner's head is covered now, and his face cannot be seen at all.
"Okay, we only need to hold on for another eight minutes now. The British peacekeeping force's armed helicopters have taken off, and the QRF is already on the way." Stopping Gates's trash talk, Price tried his best to improve the morale of these people. morale.
"Is anyone injured?" Price asked. The current manpower can barely block the opponent's attack. If someone is injured, it will be quite detrimental to our own side, which will not only affect the frontal firepower configuration, but also affect morale.
“No”, everyone looked at each other. Fortunately, no one was injured in this round of attacks. It was simply a miracle.
The defense of this heavy helicopter is quite good. "We should ask Boeing for testing fees later. After all, no one will test them in actual combat." Gates joked while checking the remaining magazines. .
"That makes sense." Several people, including John Porter, agreed. Only Nikolai shook his head speechlessly, "That's Sikorsky, Sikorsky Aircraft Company, Boeing, ha." in his tone. Full of contempt.
Of course, the other members of the crew actually heard it, but after all, they still had to rely on these people to fight off the mercenaries on the opposite side, so no one came out to cause trouble. However, Nikolai was already familiar with these SAS and would not give it to them. These illiterate people have no respect whatsoever.
Nikolai participated in the Soviet-Afghan War and was a professional pilot of the Soviet Air Force. The aircraft he could skillfully fly include, but are not limited to, Mi-24, MH-53, C-130, AH-6, etc. After the disintegration of the Soviet Union, Nikolai As an informant, he infiltrated the Russian ultranationalist organization led by Imran Zakayev, and at the same time provided intelligence to the Russian government and British intelligence services.
Not long ago, his identity was exposed due to unknown reasons, and he was imprisoned in an abandoned village in the Caucasus Mountains. He was rescued by a three-person SAS team composed of Price, Thorpe and Gates and Russian special forces. Now he is employed by the British Military Intelligence Service as a pilot for some covert operations.
Price now has great trust in the plane he flies. Compared to Umbrella's certain psychosis, Nikolai is definitely a lovable person.
"Haha", Hex laughed unscrupulously at the side. She has been suppressed for a while, and now this is the life she wants. Kill those scum one by one in the head, just for a short while. Son, it made her so excited that she almost burst into poetry.
Gates and others looked at this unusually excited woman with awkward expressions. Only Nikolai swallowed and whistled at Hex's muscular figure. They were all experienced soldiers, and passed From previous battles, we knew that this woman had undergone extremely strict training and had combat experience that ordinary people could not imagine.
Just like Price, they could also see that Hex was in an unstable mental state, but they were not real comrades after all, so they could only pretend they didn't see it and kept their mouths shut.
George Black covered his forehead, feeling that he would lose a lot of hair after this time, and wondering whether he needed to arrange a course of psychological treatment for this very capable subordinate.
(End of this chapter)