"Lao Xu, where do you think Fatty Bao will go after being blown up by Lao Qi with 60 fire?"
"Are you really taking me for granted?"
"forget it."
"Wait a minute...I don't know where to go back, but I know they will definitely run behind me, and only a few smart people will go into the mountains, and the rest will only follow the footsteps of everyone, especially after seeing the flat road, they will definitely They will walk along the edges of roads and rivers, which is called not choosing the right road."
…
In the jungle, in the thick fog, Yang Rong was lying on the grass gritting his teeth.
He wasn't in pain or uncomfortable, but he was in shock and didn't know what to say at all.
Him, Yang Rong!
Meng Neng is the commander of the first battalion!
Everything we wear, wear, use, and use now are all spare parts thrown away by these niggas like garbage. But even so, this huge gap cannot be explained with just a few words.
LWH tactical helmet with night vision and thermal imaging;
TAC multifunctional tactical bulletproof vest;
Tight-leg military trousers that are moisture-proof and mosquito-proof;
Benner combat boots;
HK16 carbine rifle!
With this set of equipment, you can't find anyone who can beat the shit out of your so-called elite battalion, just in this environment.
Especially after wearing a helmet with thermal imaging!
Yang Rong could clearly see the position of every battalion of soldiers hiding behind trees and dense bushes on the mountain. He even saw a rabbit scampering across the hillside.
But what about after removing the thermal imaging?
My eyes were filled with white fog, and even the green in the jungle was almost invisible!
Even before the fight started, he had already begun to sympathize with Bao Youliang.
Footsteps!
Yang Rong immediately put on a thermal imaging device. In the fog, he clearly saw a man holding a gun in one hand, running towards his ambush position from a distance. Behind this man, there were groups of people. The army collapsed.
Their steps are erratic and their formation is not formed;
They didn't have any vigilance, not even one person was advancing on guard with a gun, even if someone still had a gun on their body, they didn't hold it...
He recalled the scene of the group of black men searching the jungle. Each one of them was holding a gun and following their footsteps. One person was holding a gun in front and the others were locking the cover of their own area... Yang Rong even wanted to take a picture with his mobile phone. Come down!
This is fucking professional!
Da da da da da!
Twenty meters!
The nigger held the HK16 carbine rifle and pulled the trigger twenty meters away from the enemy's defeated army. After the muzzle flames appeared, the leader instantly fell to the ground on his back.
Yang Rong didn't fire.
He kept watching.
After firing the gun, Dahei turned over and lay on his back in a low-lying area. Then he pulled out the signal gun and fired into the sky!
Whoosh!
The luminous ball that flashed like fireworks flew into the sky, and then the second black, the third black, the fourth black, and the fifth black fired their guns one after another. The bullets in the fog turned into streaks of fire and shot towards the crowd.
After the person at the front fell to the ground, the green soldiers behind were completely in chaos. They squatted on the roadside without cover, helpless like children. Only then did they remember that they still had guns. They stood with guns in hand. Shooting around in the fog as if to scare people, venting indiscriminately when no one can be seen at all...
But under the deliberate gunfire, what Yang Rong saw was that the other party had no hidden fear at all!
They were also afraid, afraid of the gunshots coming from nowhere, so they could only rush towards the general direction with their guns and fire.
Bao Youliang had originally waited for this mist to plot against Meng Neng, but he didn't expect that it would now become a weapon to kill him.
Da da da da da!
Ta-ta-ta-ta!
The green soldiers retreated while firing. As they retreated, they opened their mouths and shouted: "Who saw where the shooter is..."
Erhei cleverly moved the muzzle of the gun in the direction.
Ta-ta-ta-ta!
The green-skinned soldier didn't say the next words before he was killed by several precise shots.
At this time, a smart person finally appeared in Bao Youliang's camp. As soon as he appeared, two of them appeared. They separated to the left and right along the middle road and ran towards the mountains on both sides. At this moment, the signal bomb The power of the attack was revealed, and gunshots rang out all over the mountains and plains.
Da da da da da da!
Ta-ta-ta-ta!
In the thick fog, the flashing fires represented the muzzles of each gun like stars. These people were all soldiers of the first battalion, and they were completing the finishing work according to the orders they had received in advance.
But the muzzles of guns all over the mountains and the aimless shooting could not be compared with the accuracy of five black men. Although Yang Rong did not want to believe that this was the truth, he clearly saw the entire battalion through thermal imaging. The strafing only cleaned up the mountains, but it could not effectively trace the enemy's retreat, but those black men could.
Yang Rong seemed to understand why he assigned these black people to himself...
What made him blush was that before that, he had actually taught people lessons on the map he was pointing at, telling them which high points should be defended and which high points should be attacked. What was the result? An entire battalion was pulled out to provide machine gun cover for these black men.
This is the gap!
The differences in the quality of individual soldiers, the differences in military skills, and the differences in equipment have combined to form a huge gap between the mighty first battalion and this group of black people, an insurmountable gap.
The issue is……
Is it really possible to close this gap in northern Myanmar?
I heard Dahei and others talk about this matter. Dahei said that under the limitation of service years, modern soldiers have become a "time-sensitive" job. The army's training of soldiers is also based on timeliness, so training The subjects are all those that take the shortest time to complete and can efficiently complete combat tasks.
In fact, the troops no longer need a Rambo who can shoot and shoot. They only need to find someone who can shoot and another who can shoot, and they can successfully complete the tasks that require the combination of these two skills.
Therefore, individual excellence has become the goal of every army, especially with the aid of high technology.
Whoosh!
When the second flare was launched again, everyone ceased fire, and Yang Rong's thermal imaging did not see any living person that could move.
At this moment, Dahei and the others completely retracted from the shooting position to the low-lying area, and collectively moved along this place for nearly ten meters before slowly stopping.
This time, Yang Rong had a lot of things to ask.
He wanted to ask: "When you are shooting from the prone position, why do your heads and feet have to be in such an awkward position?"
In fact, what he wanted to ask was why the head and feet should be placed at 30° when shooting in a prone position.
Yang Rong also wanted to ask: "If each person in my battalion is equipped with a set of such equipment, will they have such strong combat effectiveness as you?"
But he couldn't ask anything. If he asked, the black people probably wouldn't understand... (End of Chapter)
