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- Whoosh! A soldier whose umbrella cover was broken danced past me and hit the ground, disappearing in the darkness in an instant. Before I could feel shocked, my eyes were fixed on a forward airborne soldier whom I had overtaken. The soldier's lower body was blown away, and his intestines hung down for more than two meters in his abdominal cavity. He suddenly lost half of his weight. The parachute was blown up by the airflow and instead rose instead of falling. It floated past each of us in the reverse descent sequence with a fishy smell. When it rose above my head, I heard the sound of liquid dripping from my canopy. sound. After a while, a soldier wiping the corner of his mouth floated past me quickly. He was covered in white vomit. His parachute had several holes punched in it. The rags blown up by the air looked like rags from the sides. Huo Lin jumped, and at his descent speed, no matter whether he kept the status quo or abandoned the main parachute and used the backup parachute, the impact of falling to the ground would break his legs and feet.
People kept being hit by barrages or their parachutes were penetrated by shrapnel and fell quickly, but they were still floating leisurely in the air. Damn it! There was nothing I could do except keep cursing. He felt a huge object flying past him with a wind whistle, and imagined what would happen if his skin and flesh were torn apart when a hot piece of iron hit him. A wave of heat rushed down his lower back and between his legs. Inadvertently, I shivered and almost peed.
Gritting his teeth, clamping his legs together, he finally squeezed the urine back into his stomach. Whoosh! A shell grazed my feet, and through the thick soles of my military boots, I could feel the strong vibrations in the air. Itching sensations rushed up the soles of my feet, causing a numbness all over my body. The inner thighs feel hot! It's better to leak out!
Several lights suddenly burst out on the dark ground. Someone was knocked unconscious by the intensive shelling. He pulled the wrong parachute and flew into the minefield on the left side of the road. Escaped the close-in defense gun but fell on a mine. Although the person who died was one of my own, it reminded me that I quickly pulled the paracord on my right hand to stay away from the death area.
It wasn¡¯t until my legs hit the ground heavily, my chin hit the hard bulletproof collar, and my teeth accidentally bit the inside of my cheek that my mouth was full of blood. The pain and the faint salty smell reminded me that I had completed the parachute drop.
Sitting on the ground covered with gravel, I touched the ground on both sides with my hands, grabbed a handful of sand and rubbed it in my palms, and then my heart hanging in my throat fell back into my stomach. Ke Zhi just breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly a huge force came from my shoulders and dragged me back half a meter. Only then did I realize that I had not thrown away the canopy, so I quickly reached out and opened the shoulder strap clip to abandon the umbrella. After feeling the tension on his body loosen, he finally felt able to fight. The first thing I did was to lie down and start beating all over my body, checking my preparation and congratulating myself for saving my life.
"Plop!" There was a sound, and someone fell near me, and then I heard a burst of cursing. Then a dark thing shook and rolled back and forth not far away. After a while, he started shouting "Help!" and "Help!". Only then did he realize that it was Tang Guanjie who luckily fell to the ground.
Although I was still frightened, I saw that the guy was wrapped in the umbrella cloth and couldn't struggle out. After a moment, he stood up shaking. At this time, most of the paratroopers had successfully landed, and the artillery fire was scraping against the ground as they pressed down. Several tracer bullets passed by Tang Guanjie and missed the guy. However, he still stood there stupidly. It was only a matter of time before he was cut in half by the "bounce saw" that swept back and forth.
Thinking of my promise to Tangtang to take good care of his brother, this is the only thing left for a person with nothing to hold on to. Angry and panic-stricken, he held the gun in one hand and propped himself up with the other, rolling and crawling on the ground as he rushed to the lucky guy who had escaped fire twice. He stretched out his hand to grab the umbrella cloth and kicked his calf to pull him down. Then he held down his head and stretched out his saber to tear open the umbrella cloth and take out his head.
"Don't move!" I whispered into his ear: "Wait until they reload!"
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The rate of fire required that the shells have to be replaced every one and a half minutes, and only then could one dare to take action. We were on the backside of a small slope, and the bullets almost grazed the tip of our noses as they flew over the bottom. One blow after another made us both so scared that we froze there and didn't even dare to blink our eyelids. I was afraid that any slight tremor would catch on the flying warhead and be taken away by it.
The sound of my own heartbeat in my ears was louder than the sound of cannons in the distance. After counting 00 times, the sound of cannons paused. Although another cannon took over the coverage area, the amount of bullets swept overhead was still greatly reduced. Now, the angle was not so tricky. I took this opportunity to raise my head and pull out the trembling Tang Guanjie from Jeb.
He reached out and pulled out a stick from his belt and inserted it into the shallow sand beside him. Then he pulled the fuse and hugged Tang Guanjie, rolled away some distance, turned sideways and shouted:??: "Explosion!" After a muffled sound, a shallow pit two meters square and half a meter deep was blown out of the ground. I couldn't wait for the smoke to clear, so I dragged Tang Guanjie and rolled into this simple foxhole. Just as he lay down and before he could straighten his bent legs, a burst of intensive bombardment hit him close to the ground again. This time, the gunner on the opposite side seemed to have more experience. The powerful shells shot directly through the sand and plowed rows of shallow trenches. Not far away, a man lying flat on the sand had not had time to throw off the heavy backpack on his back. The soldier was completely penetrated by the cannonballs fired through the sand, and his entire body was cut in half and flew away. Only the backpack still covering his two arms was left on the ground, shaking with heat.
"Oh God! Oh God!" Tang Guanjie looked at the two arms on the swaying backpack. It swayed and fell to the sand. It was blown by the wind and rolled around. Finally, it rolled towards our lower position, holding down the helmet. He kept screaming for fear that the thing would roll into his arms.
"Who is going to find out the positions of those three guns?" the British commander howled on the radio: "The two soldiers at the front who have dug the foxholes, go take a look!"
"**!" Tang Guanjie and I cursed in unison: "Are you blinded by shit? Didn't you see that our faces were almost scratched off? Why didn't you crawl over? Damn the British guy!"
"I am the supreme commander of the coalition forces in this operation! I order you to check the locations of the three cannons!" The British officer also knew that he was a little forced, but someone had to do this job: "God bless you!" "
This guy gave a direct order, although I don¡¯t have to dump him. But Tang Guanjie is a US soldier. Not going would be disobedience.
However, looking at this guy¡¯s purple face, he probably died of fear on the way before he reached the top of the slope.
"I understand!" I felt that meeting the Tang siblings was retribution for the bad things I had done in my previous life. Press this guy's head and throw away the backpack and the ta50
¡¯s gun bag, holding the psg and crawling towards the top of the "colorful" slope.
People often say that cannonballs never hit the same spot. So I chose the place where the wounded soldier died as an observation point. The top of the slope that I just penetrated formed a depression, so I could observe the enemy's situation without risking my head for others to hit. Looking across from the bottom of the pit, there is nothing blocking the flat yellow sand until the fire-breathing bushes.
The high heat emitted by the high-speed close-in defense cannon fired by the infrared detector is as conspicuous as a torch in the dark. No matter where the Iraqi army obtained the invisibility technology, this technology can only work if they remain motionless. It loses its effect when the temperature changes. The thermal energy reaction in the trees in front of me showed that there were not only 1,000 but also 800 people there.
"What did you see?" the British commander asked me impatiently. No one likes the feeling of sitting still and waiting for death.
"Sir! How much interference does the report say we face?" I adjusted the accuracy of the infrared detector. This thing has become the most important piece of equipment in modern warfare. If I had to choose, I would rather not have a gun than this thing.
"It is said that there are 5,000 soldiers of the 5th Mechanized Division guarding Basra. If this was an outpost, there should be 200 to 300 people standing up to the sky!" The British commander's voice sounded from behind my butt, and this guy slowly crawled to my side. Nearby, but not to the top of the slope.
"There is at least one regiment on the opposite side of us!" I retracted my head and took out the laser rangefinder from my pocket, calculated the distance between myself and the close-range defense cannon, and added the angle deviation to get the coordinates of the close-range defense robe. Then they were given to other soldiers with handheld computers.
"What? A regiment?" The British commander was dumbfounded. There were only about a hundred people behind us, and one third of them were engineers who came to defuse mines.
"We can't wait! After a while! If the tank comes! Then there is no need to run!" The captain in the distance meant that the close-in defense artillery shot in a straight line and could still hide, but when the tank came, the howitzer exploded and it was over.
"We have spike-lr! This thing can hit. The commander of the 400th Army waved back, and two soldiers ran over, one carrying a reflector tube and the other carrying a missile: "But we only have two missiles! "
"Then get it right!" I climbed back to the observation position and looked at the enemy position in the distance, which was bustling with activity. The two missile soldiers beside found a suitable position to set up the tripod and assisted the shooter in loading the missile into the launch tube. Then the shooter leaned over the thermal imaging camera, took aim for a moment, and then pulled the trigger. Whoosh! The missile ejected from the launcher with a sound of airflow. The engine started in the air, and then flew towards the fire-breathing turret on the opposite side, dragging a little white light.
¡°Perhaps due to everyone¡¯s negligence, or perhaps because we are used to land stations, we all forgot that the ones standing on the opposite position were not ordinary artillery pieces, but naval defense guns removed from warships. This thing is specially used to attack helicopters and anti-ship missiles that attack ships. The spike didn't fly very far and was still rising.stage. Then he was hit by two tongues of fire from the opposite side and exploded in the air.
"***!" Many people risked their lives and climbed up the slope just to see the victory scene of their shooters destroying the opponent's turret. However, when they saw this unexpected detail, they gritted their teeth and dug into the ground. Cursed. But before they had time to retract their protruding heads, the close-range defense cannon over there turned its muzzle and threw the "Fire Whip" over. Everyone thought that if they retracted their heads in time, everything would be fine, but powerful rows of The shells directly penetrated the soil and lifted the soldiers lying on it into the sky. Only the broken limbs and the equipment in the backpacks were scattered, leaving only rows of steaming gun holes on the slope.
The auxiliary shooter on the side put the remaining missiles into the launch tube, and the shooter re-aimed and tried again. But from the fact that he didn't dare to pull the trigger after aiming for a long time, he knew that he didn't know what to do.
"Don't fight!" I stopped the spike shooter's offensive and prepared to gamble: "The one facing us is a ship defense gun. They must have artillery sighting radar to assist. No flying thing can escape its lock. Even if we hit one Boxes may not necessarily yield a harvest.¡±
"Damn! What should we do? Are we waiting to die?" The British commander was so angry that he threw his cap in front of his face. He wanted to rush over and bite the artillery that was harvesting the lives of his men.
"Do we have any other missiles?" I looked at the commander. He was wearing desert camouflage on his face and couldn't see his appearance clearly, but the glasses on his nose reflected the light and were very conspicuous.
"We still have the MBT-LW we just issued! But the missile can only hit -700 and can't reach that far!" The British commander didn't know what I was going to do, so he waved to several people carrying MBT-LW made in Sweden.
Soldier with short-range anti-tank missile: "This thing is light!
Many of us have carried one! "
"Okay then! Do you have anti-material snipers?" I said hello to the speed machine and called him over, then got my T50
Anti-materiel sniper rifle asked the British commander.
"Of course!" The British commander already understood what I wanted to do, and used the radio to summon their anti-material sniper team with pig-nosed W50s: "You are real warriors! May God be with you!"
"This is Allah's territory. I guess God has no control here. You don't have to pray for us, just remember not to let the missiles explode above our heads." I looked at the speed machine, and this guy was holding msg90
He still had a cold expression on his face, not even afraid.
"Let's go! Let's see who of us scores first." I held the sniper rifle across my chest and climbed over the top of the slope, rushing forward against the dense rain of bullets.
"Otherwise, I don't care whether the British can capture the refinery, secure the oil fields, or whether the Persian Gulf will be flooded with crude oil. My reason for risking my life and charging into position is very simple. The sooner you finish here, the sooner you go to Nasiriyah, the sooner you get to Nasiriyah, the sooner you kill Kali.
"That bastard Cruz, kill that bastard earlier and save my son's life." If he still keeps talking!
The sand and dust stirred up by the movement of the arms under the body were so choking that one could not open his eyes, and the flaming bullets above his head were so heavy that he could not lift his head. Even if he pursed his lips, he still inevitably ate a lot of loess. The British snipers were not slow either, and moved quickly close to us. The top of the slope behind is constantly moving mbt-lw
Shooting at the turret, although this thing cannot fly to Xingli, the gun sight radar will automatically shoot down these incoming missiles, so that the few of us can approach the enemy's position at night.
It¡¯s five hundred meters after climbing out. My infrared night vision device could already frame the outline of a human body moving back and forth among the trees. After achieving my intended purpose, I stopped. But the British soldier behind me didn¡¯t understand why I stopped. He crawled over to the two of us and asked, ¡°Why did you stop?¡±
"I can already see them, no need to move forward!" I put away the infrared sounder in my left eye and used the sight on the sniper rifle to start searching. Logically speaking, the gun sighting radar should be around the turret. But because the heat of that thing is far less than that of the turret, and it is easily blocked by the high temperature emitted by the barrel into the air, so I can only risk my life and climb here.
"We can't see anything!" The British used their own A/PVS-4 night vision device. After looking at it for a long time, they couldn't see anything. They couldn't help asking us strangely: "Can you see it?"
"Of course! Don't compare your crap with us." I suddenly remembered a US military proverb and couldn't help but slip out: "Don't forget that the weapons in your hands were manufactured by the lowest-priced contractor."
They were silent! However, the sense of honor of soldiers did not allow them to remain silent. They answered my sarcasm by moving forward without saying a word.
Every step forward increases the risk. But these two stubborn familiesThey actually climbed out another three to four hundred meters and reached the enemy position without the need for large-caliber rifles before they stopped.
"Now! We've seen it too!" I could hear the pride in their voices.
"You're great! I'm so sorry!" I felt ashamed of my gaffe. Sometimes I think about it, if I didn't have the advantage in equipment, would I be better than these soldiers who are working hard for results?
"Target found! Sector, No. mark turret, 50 degrees to the right, the range slow machine is lying on the right rear of me. With a large field of view observer, the target has been searched over my shoulder. Originally, this position combination can make The two can converse conveniently in a low voice, and the observer can observe the sniper's movements while observing the target area, and the observer's telescope/
The line of sight of the sight is close to the sniper's bore axis, which also makes it easier for the sighter to track the ballistic trajectory and observe the bullet impact point, and provide more accurate aiming corrections. But our fully automatic aiming equipment no longer needs to adopt this posture, but the old habits of speed machines are hard to change, and we always think that one day we will no longer have these advanced equipment. At least he won't die due to unfamiliarity.
"Understood, sector a, numbered turret, 50 degrees to the right, the distance is in line with his standard operating procedures. Although I didn't think so, I saw a strange radar that looked like a searchlight. This is definitely not os
The 30 standard crooked drum gun sighting radar on the class missile boat. What's even more unexpected is that these three turrets only have one aiming radar. This means that if the radar is destroyed, all three guns will be out of service!
"Hmm - gun-sighting radar, cylindrical shape!" The speed controller didn't recognize what kind of radar it was, so it could only briefly describe its appearance.
"Understood, the gun sighting radar is cylindrical!" Hot air kept brushing against my scalp, and I suppressed my lowered head to speak.
"Target confirmed!" The speed machine repeated the affirmative voice without even a vibrato.
"Distance 400, air density is 92 grams per cubic meter, wind direction is from right to left miles per hour, right/4. Temperature
, the humidity report reports the parameters calculated by the ballistic assistance system.
"Distance 400, density of air is 92 grams per cubic meter, wind direction is from right to left miles per hour, turn right/
4. Temperature, humidity 25. Parameter confirmation! "The speed machine confirms repeatedly.
"Bang!" There was a soft sound and a burst of smoke came out of the sniper rifle.
"Hit!" The speed controller said after careful confirmation with the observer.
"Understood. Hit." I looked at the smoke-stopped radar in the distance and the three close-in defense guns that went off before they could switch to full manual mode.
"British! It's now!" Before I could finish my words, the British commander over there had already shot the spike into the night sky with a wink.
The missile rushed towards the paralyzed turret with tail flames. Although it was an anti-tank weapon, it was effective against anyone. It directly attacked the top of the turret and broke through the protective cover of the turret, blasting the gun body and gunner into a ball of rubbish.
"Throw away your backpack and weight, 5 kilometers and 2 kilometers! Rush!" The British commander knew that this was the only chance to rush close to the enemy's position.
Wait for the gunner to switch to full manual operation. Although the accuracy is poor, this kind of firepower can knock out a tank regiment with no problem. A casual hit could send us all flying into the sky. Being a professional soldier is not for nothing. When faced with a desperate situation, he will run very fast even if he doesn't want to die. A group of soldiers howled and rushed down the short slope with their guns drawn, swinging their long legs and rushing over.
"Boom!" A loud noise sounded in the enemy's position. It could be seen from the night vision device that a truck next to the only two remaining close-in defense guns suddenly exploded, with huge fire and smoke rising into the sky. It shows that the vehicle is not carrying ammunition but fuel. Because it was close to one of the gun mounts, the explosion caused the remaining shells in the turret to explode. Flames rushed out of the muzzle and turned the sky red. Many unlucky artillerymen became running firemen.
"The target ammunition truck was destroyed!" The two British snipers lying at the front once again proved with their results that they were worthy of the title of "mini artillery". The enemy's position, which was already in chaos, was turned into a cauldron after this explosion. Although light and heavy firepower continued to fight back, but with the experience of the previous two horrific bombardments, these rifle bullets were as weak as drizzle. .
"Get them!" the British soldiers shouted and rushed past us. The machine gunner who entered the range set up his weapon and began to cover the fire without caring about aiming. The rain of bullets poured towards the opposite side with a whistle, and the other side also The Soviet-made ammunition was poured over without showing any signs of weakness.
The Iraqi soldiers' fighting will is indeed tenacious. If they did not rely on the night vision goggles in their hands to shoot accurately, how could the weak firepower of the British soldiers fill the huge gap in numbers between the two armies and cover their own shooters to get close enough to the MBT in the hands of the general? -LAW missiles were fired into the Iraqi army's fortifications.
Boom! The last turret, which had recovered its strength, came back again.He started to turn the muzzle and started spitting fire. Although it was scary, it was too late. Two MBT-LWs were fired.
It plunged into the turret front and back.
"Finally settled!" The British commander jumped up on the sand happily.
"Artillery attack!" Being far away from the firefighting position, we can see the ever-changing situation in the dark night more clearly. As soon as the British commander jumped up, I heard the sharp scream of a howitzer piercing the air. As soon as I gave the reminder, I saw the ground in front of the British Major's face exploded with flowers. He was wrapped in flames and flew backwards for more than ten meters. He fell to the ground in front of me and burned quietly. From time to time, flesh and blood could be heard. There was a frying sound of "sizzling" and finally "pop! Bu!" After two muffled sounds, his eyeballs exploded like fermented dough on the edge of the pot.
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