Although the Winchester M70 in Plomri's hand is not a standard weapon of the US military, this rifle is the favorite of many US snipers because of its good accuracy and the use of competition-grade ammunition. Easily allow the shooter to take the enemy's head hundreds of meters away.
At this moment, Plomri, who was holding this rifle, was like an invisible god of death. Whenever his gun fired, someone would always fall down, and on the chaotic battlefield, the guerrillas couldn't even notice where the bullets came from.
After five or six machine gunners were knocked out in a row, the guerrillas who were trying to connect with the friendly forces outside had to shrink their heads and start shooting randomly. Then, without the suppression, the PMCs raised their heads again and began to harvest as much as they wanted. Less than two hundred Meter distance, coupled with the sights, the guerrillas were completely suppressed and unable to fight back. If they had fire support such as mortars, they could still carry out a counterattack, but the heavy firepower was only a few machine guns. The guerrillas are simply unable to deal with their opponents at this moment.
Even the guerrilla commander, who did not forget to wear his red beret while running, was targeted by the shooters. Then an M14 and several M16s hit his legs almost at the same time, and then this The commander hit his head firmly on the ground, and then fainted.
It is not that there are no noncommissioned officers trying to organize a retreat, but there are many experienced veterans among the pmcs. Whenever they notice someone trying to organize people, these unlucky ones will always be focused on the fire, and several noncommissioned officers will be knocked down by bullets in a row. Since then, no one has done this anymore.
"Send a message to the boss, those guys have entered the jungle!"
Seeing that the remnants of the guerrillas had rushed into the jungle, Hannibal immediately ordered his men to send a signal to Shepard, and then he jumped out of the bunker first with weapons in hand.
"Keep chasing, the boss has orders, if you catch anyone alive, there will be a big reward!"
Upon hearing the reward, the PMCs immediately jumped out of the bunker and started chasing towards the jungle. At this moment, the ambush team who had been waiting in the jungle for a long time also received an order from Hannibal.
Although there were not many in number, the ambush team had no worries at all, because they also carried tear gas grenades and grenade launchers. Coupled with the fire line that had been laid out long ago, it was impossible for the fleeing guerrillas to gain a foothold.
Soon the ambush team heard gunshots and chaotic footsteps ahead. When the first anxious guy broke into the ambush line, several PMCs immediately fired the pull bombs they had set in advance. Because time was tight, there was no time. The ambush team that deployed more powerful fragments and explosives could only use sawdust as a means of killing. Although the effect was average, many unlucky people were still hit by the explosion. The flying sawdust was like a deadly bow and arrow poking into the fragile However, the black uncles still showed rare perseverance. Even though there was a wooden thorn more than ten centimeters long stuck in their buttocks, they still walked quickly until another bullet hit their bodies.
Realizing that there were enemies in front of them, the guerrillas once again fell into chaos. Many people tried to turn around and escape to both sides, while some still kept moving forward. Because the number of people was limited, the ambush troops could only expand the defense line as much as possible. There is often a gap of nearly 100 meters between each ambush group, so many guerrillas still get out of it.
Some guerrillas were unwilling to leave their injured comrades behind and wanted to lead the wounded away hand in hand and on their shoulders. As a result, they played into the hands of their opponents. These unlucky people who rescued the wounded often received more care. Coupled with the flying tear gas, the black The uncles could only continue to run around in embarrassment with their heads covered.
For them, the jungle is their natural ally. As long as they escape into the depths of the jungle, it means they can escape the enemy's pursuit.
After two consecutive ambushes, there were less than a hundred guerrillas left, a considerable number of them were still wounded, and almost two-thirds of them had lost their weapons. But for them, as long as they could escape, Go, then there is still hope.
Seeing that the gunshots had been left behind, these black uncles who had run for several kilometers immediately relaxed. Many of them even knelt on the ground and vomited crazily. They had just eaten a lot of bread, and now they were exercising vigorously again. , it would be strange not to vomit.
But this moment of respite was fleeting. Just when some people tried to take a rest, the sound of propellers came from the sky.
Two Huey helicopters and an oh6 helicopter full of armed soldiers appeared over the jungle.
"let's start!"
Shepard, who was sitting in the co-pilot of oh6, raised his finger to the employee huddled in a small space at the back of the cabin. The latter nodded, pressed the switch, and then the huge speakers hanging on both sides of the oh6 helicopter started working.
The majestic March of the Valkyries composed by German composer Wagner immediately sounded over the African jungle.
This piece of music that left a deep impression on many local soldiers in Vietnam has now left an indelible impression on many black uncles. Along with the sound of the music, there are also machine gun fires from helicopters.
The shooters squatting on both sides of the cabin operated the M60 machine guns in their hands and kept firing bullets at the jungle below. It was not their original intention to directly kill the guerrillas, but to drive them away.
The black uncles, who had never seen this set of tricks before, immediately started running wildly again. They were like crazy trying to avoid the pursuit of the helicopter. Whenever someone slowed down, bullets would rain down behind them. , like a reminder of death.
People kept falling down due to exhaustion, and those who were still alive ran away in even more panic until they themselves collapsed again due to exhaustion.
Until the end, a dozen black uncles who no longer had the strength knelt down helplessly on the spot. They had no strength to run anymore. Everyone could only gasp and watch the helicopter hovering above them, and then all Armed soldiers jumped from above, and the desperate black uncles could only close their eyes and wait for death, but what was waiting for them was not bullets, but a few cold gun butts.
"Why are you pretending to be dead? Get up, you are prisoners now, please be honest!"
The guide who spoke a local dialect told the former exactly what the armed soldiers said, while the former looked at the guide in great astonishment, and then asked those people in confusion why they didn't shoot.
"Our boss said that Shadow Company treats prisoners preferentially, so don't play tricks. You country bumpkins, just be honest!"
The guide also didn't know why these white people didn't kill the prisoners, but the boss gave the order and paid the wages, so it must be carried out unconditionally!
