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    Update time: 2008-08-04

    When I run in the snow that is up to my calves, every step is as difficult as someone holding my feet. In order to run fast, my legs are not pulled straight up and down from the snow, but from both sides.  He swung his feet forward sideways and ran like he was throwing them out of the snow.  Even so, the pace was still pitifully slow, and the violent movements made me a little out of breath. Every time I took a big breath, the wounds on my chest and abdomen hurt, making me want to hiccup.

    "What's going on?" The sound of gunshots suddenly erupted and then disappeared. The speed made me feel a strong sense of foreboding. I didn't care about being in the wind and exposing my whereabouts, so I quickly shouted on the radio.

    "Werewolf?" "I got anxious when I didn't get a reply: "Werewolf?  !  Werewolf?  !  ¡­¡­genius!  What happened to the werewolves?  "

    "Wait a minute!" The genius sounded breathless: "All the latest satellite images have been transferred by the military to evaluate the bombing effect of the GBU-28 just now"

    I was running and talking and was running out of oxygen. I couldn't breathe for a while and I couldn't hold back the curse words that were on my lips. I could only curse these bastards in my heart.  While we were charging ahead in a hail of bullets, these guys were still summarizing the lethality of the new bombs.  However, being able to contact the genius means that the relay station is still intact.  This thing is carried on the werewolf's body, and it will probably be destroyed if he hangs it up.

    I don¡¯t know whether it was because I was running too fast, or because my camouflage clothes puffed up and exposed my position. It turned out that the bullets fired upward from the foot of the mountain began to change from blind and random shooting to clear targets.  Several bullets flew past my face with a whistle, making me feel like I almost hit the bullet.

    "Pictures are coming!" Genius shouted on the other end of the radio so loudly that I was afraid that it would pass through my helmet and let others hear: "It's too dark and we can't see the details clearly. According to the thermal pictures, they encountered  Enemy ambush.¡±

    "Werewolf? Werewolf?" When I heard this, I felt even more nervous, fearing that something would happen to them and calling desperately.

    "Ihave no time totalk to you!" The werewolf's voice finally appeared on the other side, which made me excited, but the dense gunshots in the background made my heart rise to my throat again.

    "We need air force assistance, fire assistance!" The married man shouted loudly on the radio: "Where did the enemy come from? They actually have night vision equipment."

    "Tang Tang. Where are you?" I thought of the female soldier running in front of me. If the werewolves and the others were surrounded, then we would definitely encounter an ambush on the way forward.

    "I have seen the front line of battle!" Tangtang gasped as he spoke, and the words had to be divided into paragraphs: "There are enemies blocking the direction of the werewolves and their advance, and the pursuers behind them have already landed."

    "How many are they?" I ran very fast, and a lot of exercise made me feel that my body was getting warmer, but the wounds on my feet that were originally numb from the cold began to hurt as my consciousness returned.

    "I can't see clearly! My night vision device can't see that far away." Tang Tang said helplessly.

    "About twenty people, not a lot!" The weak voice of the water ghost sounded, and the weak tone made me worry that this guy was not far from death: "But the firepower is very strong, and it is very accurate" After a while,  After taking a breath, he added: "They can see us!"

    "How is that possible? It's impossible for night vision devices to see your um" As I was running, I suddenly stepped on something. The sharp point felt a bit like iron. If I stepped on iron in this place, the first thing that came to my mind was  What comes to mind is 'landmine'.  With a start in his heart, sweat broke out, and all the aches and pains on his body and the worries of the pursuers disappeared. In an instant, all that was left in the world was the feeling of the thorny little tip on the sole of the shoe opening up the injured flesh.  The sad experiences of those who stepped on mines that I had seen flashed through my mind in an instant. The salty heat emanating from the bloody and bloody stumps in the picture seemed to be pouring out from the wounds on the soles of my feet.

    ¡°It won¡¯t kill me, mom!¡± The first reaction was a little depressing.  The fear of living the rest of life with limbs missing even exceeds the fear of death.

    Slowly squatting down and sweeping away the snow at my feet, the landmine under my feet finally revealed its dignity. When I saw that the thing that frightened me turned out to be half a chin, I sat down in the snow.  .  Looking at those damn gums, I couldn't help but sigh. I couldn't tell that tiger teeth were so long when they were in a human mouth.

    I didn¡¯t care to look at the poor guy who was ¡°disfigured¡± by my stepping on him. I struggled to stand up again holding the gun. I felt the trembling in my calves. It turned out that fear consumes more energy than running.

    "Oh my God! I've been shot! My hand! It hurts me to death! Ouch!Ouch!Come and save me. God!" Inspired by the shock just now, I was putting away the only two items left in my backpack.  Anti-infantry mines were laid on the path I must take, and the married manThe pig-like screams were so loud that my hands trembled: "He hit my body armor again, get me out of here quickly."

    "Are you okay?" Tang Tang, as his comrade, was the first to send a greeting: "Hang on! I'll be there soon!"

    "Don't be impulsive! Tangtang. Stay where you are and wait for me." I heard her voice and knew that if she went out rashly, the enemy would definitely find her.  In this environment, two shots were fired in a row. Only a sniper could achieve such accurate shooting.

    "Who is that! Move your position, far away!" I can't remember the name of the married man, so I can only call him this.

    "Where should I hide? Damn it! There's not even a stone. I'm bleeding! Oh my God!" The married man's screams came louder and louder. This guy must be holding on to the beeper and shouting.

    "Keep up the fire!" The werewolf's cry is always accompanied by a large number of gunfire. It seems that he is in the most attractive position, so he has the most obvious experience of the increased pressure after anyone stops shooting: "Fuck! Intermittent shooting  , shoot them all."

    "But, my hand was shot!" When the married man heard the werewolf's request, it seemed like a fantasy.

    "Use your other hand." Thor's voice on the radio was as loud as a gunshot.

    "I can't use my other hand"

    "You are a pig!" The water ghost's voice sounded a little energetic, probably aroused by the desperate battle.

    "Genius, we need air support. Damn it! These guys are not the second-in-command in Afghanistan, they are definitely professional soldiers. Do it! There are not many people, but we can't lift our heads if we beat them." Even the assassin can't stand it, and the worry is like a giant clenching his neck.  Hands strangled my breath.

    "H1, this is S4. Requesting support! Requesting support! The coordinates are: 70 degrees 23 kilometers 141 east longitude, 36 degrees 56 minutes 212 north latitude, altitude" Tangtang called anxiously on the radio, and in the end he was full of hope.  Added: "Hurry up! We can't stand it anymore."

    "The request is rejected! The wind and snow are too heavy and the visibility is too low. The enemy's anti-aircraft firepower is hidden in the area where you are, and the risk of low-altitude flying is too high. Moreover, the distance between you and the enemy is too close, and the bombers will blow you up together.  "Yes." The genius connected to the coalition command center, but the other party's officers rejected our request.

    "Fuck! I wish Hawkeye was here!" At this time, everyone must be thinking the same thing as me.  If you are not one of our own, I don't care about your life or death.

    "Listen! You bastards, the hard drive you want is still in our hands, and what is recorded in it is the resource distribution map of Afghanistan." Even though Thor was 2 meters tall, he spoke sharply: "If you don't  Come to help, and we will give this thing to others. After Afghanistan is defeated, you cannot monopolize it. Without this thing when it comes to dividing the post-war interests, you Americans will definitely lose the opportunity. That is an immeasurable loss, not only  Count how many Apaches there are!¡±

    The person on the other side was silent, and after a moment he hesitantly agreed: "Air support will arrive in 20 minutes."

    "Damn! Human life is more important than money!" The sound of the werewolf pulling the bolt and opening the receiver when changing the ammunition bag could be clearly heard on the radio. It can be seen that the family was really beaten and couldn't hold their heads up.

    After running out of breath, I finally saw gunfire not far away in the wind and snow.  Countless lines of fire intertwined into a net of bullets on the gloomy snowfield.  I slowed down and carefully approached the battlefield along the cracks. Not far away, I saw Tang Tang, wearing a white camouflage suit, crouching in front, crawling in the snow to observe the firefight not far away.

    When I was about to touch her neck, she suddenly turned around as if she was aware of it. Fortunately, I quickly grabbed her muzzle, otherwise she would probably not have seen me clearly due to her nervous look.  Then he made a hole in my face.

    "What's going on?" I took out the small oxygen bottle and put it in my mouth and took a few sips to relieve the discomfort of lack of oxygen.

    "The other side occupied the high ground at the bend of the river bank, blocking their way forward. The pursuers behind them pinched them in the middle." Tang Tang pointed to the Taliban soldiers not far below who had just come ashore and turned their backs to us.  Originally, it was dark and there were too many black people to see clearly the location of each enemy, but as soon as these guys came ashore, they started shooting desperately at the werewolves stuck in the snow. The tracer bullets drew an arc of light and pointed out the location of the enemy at one end and the other end.  Then his position was exposed.

    "Who are we fighting?" No wonder Tangtang left earlier than me but only arrived a moment earlier than me. He even carried more than 20 kilograms of mg3 here.

    "Don't worry! Connect all the ammunition chains first." I crawled out of the rock crevice that blocked my view, lay down in the snowdrift, raised my head slightly, and looked at the chaotic scene through the sight along the edge of the snow layer buried above the top of my helmet.  'Sandwich' looked around.

    In a green field, the werewolves and their hiding pits were just right for "base" elements to shoot at them from the cliff 1,000 meters above.  And ThorWhen shooting upward, the rifle and AT-4 rocket launcher were out of range. Except for the assassin's sniper rifle, which could still hit the edges of those people, although the others had thermal imaging devices to mark the enemy's position, the "colorful"  The impact point is still far away from what I thought.

    "The "base" elements on the opposite side also cleverly grasped the pointing function of tracer bullets and implemented fire reconnaissance techniques.  The location in the darkness was marked by the luminous ammunition fired. The reason why the married man was shot twice was because the werewolves, assassins, and Thor, as infiltration troops, did not have the habit of using tracer bullets.  And he is a formally trained Marine, doing more conventional combat, and using the enemy's Yugoslav RPK. The ammunition has five bands and one phosphorus beam, so the retaliation he attracts is of course much more accurate than others.

    "The layout is so ingenious! Is this completely target practice?" As a bystander, my first feeling when watching the scene of the two sides shooting each other was to marvel at the enemy's ambush.  Then we started to measure the position of the farthest ambush enemy. Although the night vision device did not have that far of vision in this kind of weather, thermal imaging worked well in such an environment with a large temperature difference.  It's just that the distance of 1500 meters is affected by wind and snow, so I am not confident that every shot will hit.

    It took me three consecutive shots to hit the first target. After seeing the machine gun shooter in the scope with the largest image due to the highest rate of fire of the weapon quickly losing temperature and turning gray in the blizzard, I pursued the Taliban who was already within the shooting range.  Tang Tang, who was waiting impatiently, said: "Shoot!"

    The roar of the mg3 is indeed amazing, and it is indeed a classic weapon adapted from the mg42.  The ear-piercing roar and high rate of fire, which is 1/3 higher than an ordinary machine gun, will pour a powerful rain of bullets onto the enemy's back.  In addition to the shortcoming that the half-meter-long muzzle flame reveals its position like a torch beacon, this thing is almost the best endorsement of long-distance support weapons. No wonder the US military in World War II heard its "tearing oilcloth" sound.  He caught wind of it and ran away.

    I don¡¯t know whether it was the accuracy of German weapons that was always too good, or whether Tangtang¡¯s shoulders were shaken and had a catalytic effect. The rain of bullets was quite accurate, and the unsuspecting pursuers were knocked down by a single shot.  , these people who had become 'Praying Mantis' were immediately knocked unconscious, and they turned around to see where to shoot.

    "Ghoul?" The werewolf tentatively asked on the radio.

    "Yes!" The shooting gas ejected from the muzzle of mg3 carried a large amount of gunpowder foam, which was blown away by the mountain wind blowing from the opposite side. It spread like fine sand on the snow, exuding a choking smell.

    The werewolf saw that the pursuers crawling towards him at the foot of the mountain were disrupted by a sudden burst of bullets, so he ordered the people around him to give up the useless counterattack on the mountain, and handed over the task of containing them to me and the assassin.  All other light and heavy weapons turned their muzzles and began to wildly hit the militiamen who were attacked from the front and back. This time, they experienced the pleasure of 'target shooting' from a high position.

    Every time I fired a shot, the huge recoil would tear open the cracks in my chest and abdomen, as if I was deliberately opening the adhering wounds.  What's even more helpless is that in this environment, I have to shoot several times before I can hit one.  By the time I finished shooting the first ten rounds of bullets, I could already feel the gauze wrapping the wound beginning to become 'warm' again.  When I put on the second extended magazine, I could already feel liquid flowing down my groin and into the waistband of my pants.

    "It's nothing, it's far different from the time in Liberia." I kept comforting myself in my heart, while desperately pulling the trigger, hoping to kill two more enemies before the other party discovered my location.  At this time, the sound of helicopter propellers also came from the distant valley

    It is always the sniper who discovers the sniper.

    When the first bullet hit me a thousand miles away from me, I already knew that the other party had discovered me, and they also had large-caliber sniper rifles.  But when he wanted to retract and change positions, he found that his feet were so cold that he lost consciousness.  It was a strange feeling that no matter what I was thinking in my mind, it could not be conveyed to my body. I stretched out my hand and twisted my thigh, but there was only a slight squeezing and soreness, as if my legs had been curled up for a long time.  The feeling of falling.

    "Damn it!" I could only use my elbows to crawl forward desperately, hoping to drag my 200-pound body away from this place.  At this time, the second round of shots was no longer a bullet, all the opponent's guns were aimed at this place.  The "chi" sound of the scorching bullets piercing the snow was eerie, and the close deviation seemed to indicate that the next shot would definitely hit.

    "You can't hit me! You can't hit me!" This kind of self-deception is actually a very effective way to ensure one's mental stability on the battlefield.  I comforted myself like this while crawling towards the gap where Tangtang was hiding.

    ¡°Perhaps the two Apaches that appeared at the pass attracted everyone¡¯s attention, but the expected second round of shooting never came.  I called out the names of God and my mother and got back into the hiding place. Before I had time, the first thing I did was to stretch my arms and stretch out my arms with all my strength.I beat my legs and used the pain to find the strength to stand up.

    "Enter the strike range, please turn on the accidental attack transmitter." The accidental attack transmitter required by the pilot is the combat identification of the US military. It is actually the laser transponder in the helmet, so that we can receive inquiries from the laser interrogator on the armed helicopter.  Signal and respond, so that the location of friendly forces can be marked on the radar to avoid accidental damage.

    "Target verification! Start strafing!" The helicopter pilot was quite straightforward. He came up and bombarded the pursuers at the foot of the mountain and on the lake, and then turned around and retreated without even letting go.

    "Where are you going?" Everyone looked at ah64 who was coming and going in a hurry and was dumbfounded.

    "Go back!" The pilot's tone sounded matter-of-fact.

    "You haven't eliminated the enemy yet, where are you running to?" The werewolf is angry, and those guys above him are the ones who want to be eliminated.  In the end, the fierce god was still fine, but he was about to run away after killing a few minions.

    "No! All targets without CIDs (combat identification) have been eliminated?" The pilot was quite responsible and turned around and flew back, and then said after confirming again.

    Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard this.  According to the pilot, those guys with unknown origins also have the US military's combat identification system.  Could it be another accidental injury?

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