"Target one kilometer, approaching!"
After the A1 team made a large circle at the edge of the forest, they came to the train bridge that the captain mentioned. The team leader first checked the wooden steel bridge that was more than ten meters long and found that although it was old, it looked still It is considered strong and there are no signs of rust on the wood. This shows that the designers and engineers put great care into building this bridge!
"This is such a good bridge!"
The engineer, who was still breathing heavily, unloaded the explosives on his body, and while banging on the bridge piers, he said that in addition to the rifle and three magazines, he also carried extra explosives and coils on his back. After a long-distance attack, what happened to him? That said, it's quite a challenge.
"It's a pity that it's gone. How many bridges have you blown up?"
his comrade quipped.
"I can't remember clearly. Anyway, they are all gone, so this one is not missing!"
The engineer wiped the sweat from his head, then took off his equipment and started working.
They first placed a sufficient amount of explosives on the supporting piers, then inserted the detonators and fuses, then connected the lines, and finally connected the detonators. Then everyone began to wait quietly for the moment of attack.
And when the train slowly accelerated, preparing to cross the bridge in one go and then drive further into the wilderness, the engineer who had been waiting dozens of meters away pressed the detonator without any hesitation. Z.br>
Subsequently, several piers supporting the bridge deck were blown off. The originally sturdy wooden bridge began to twist and deform under the blast of explosives, and then disintegrated and collapsed.
When the train driver saw something was wrong with the bridge deck, he was only about ten meters away from the bridge deck. He urgently pulled the brake handle and tried to stop the train, but the overloaded carrying capacity was not so easy to stop. The train, carrying more than thirty oil tanks, plunged into the two-meter-deep river.
The train swayed from side to side like a dragon swaying its tail. One carriage after another broke away from its restraints like dominoes, and then rolled out along the terrain like a drunk person. Under the huge impact, many oil tanks were broken. A huge gap was opened, and the crude oil contained in the tank was dumped everywhere.
As for the unlucky driver, he didn't even have time to jump out before he followed the front of the car and lay in the river, and was pinned down by other cars.
"mission completed!"
Looking at his masterpiece, the engineer who pressed the detonator clapped his hands proudly, then grabbed his rifle and lined up with his team members on the flank of the railway.
After discovering the train accident, several white soldiers who had been busy drinking and playing cards at the station finally showed their faces. Seeing the tragic scene of the train, their faces almost turned green. One of the leading non-commissioned officers almost got whipped, but He was soon jumping up and down again.
"Quick, quick, send a message to the higher-ups, come, gather, come with me to help!"
The sergeant who was so drunk just now that he couldn't even walk was extremely sober now. He was the first to sprint out, followed by a few remaining white soldiers, and then a group of messy black uncles, some of whom were holding weapons. , some people were holding tools such as shovels and pickaxes. After all, it was their first time to see this situation. They didn’t know how to deal with it. Dozens of people hurriedly ran along the railway line, and even a few This guy passed by the lurking A2 team on the way.
At that time, the P's were even ready to fire, but these guys just didn't see it and ran past the opponent's eyes.
"Get ready to fire!"
The A1 team, which had been waiting on the edge of the accident site for a long time, did not rush to fire. Instead, it started shooting when everyone who came to the rescue gathered into a group and got together.
The twelve combatants in the team were spaced about ten meters apart on average, forming a semicircular encirclement formation. No one would attack from both ends on the plain. The commander who did this suggested that he should go to the military court voluntarily. The reality was that It's not a game, there's no friendly fire, it's double-teamed. Although the person in the middle is unlucky, the people attacking from both sides may also be accidentally injured by friendly fire.
Therefore, using two sides to attack depends on the location. You can do this in high-rise buildings.
, even attacking from three sides and from four sides is no problem.
The machine gun team squatting on the ground was the first to speak. The shooter operating 0 pulled the trigger and started a long burst of fire without hesitation. Immediately, a row of people fell under the muzzle of his gun without even reacting. .
The other team members did not hesitate at all. They also half-knelt on the ground, holding up the 6-gun in their hands, and continued to fire at the accident scene using semi-automatic and manual burst fire.
There was nowhere to hide in the grass, which was not very high to begin with. Coupled with Colt's triple-handled scope, half of the black uncles were killed before they even noticed the direction of the bullets.
Then the remaining people lay in panic behind the railway tracks and corpses. The man with a gun still tried to fight back, but he only fired a few random shots before being killed by a precise point shot.
"It's the guerrillas!"
At this moment, the black uncles reacted, and amidst the panicked shouting, the unlucky ones who were not shot immediately got up from the ground and began to flee towards the station in embarrassment.
They seemed to have determined that the guerrillas did not dare to attack the strong fortress, so no one even thought about whether to hide where they were. Everyone, including the white officer at the front and the one who had not eaten since morning Unlucky Sentinels, everyone was running wildly towards the station. At this moment, they could even compete with those professional sprinters.
But it is a pity that within seven steps, the gun is fast, and beyond seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast.
The team that fired behind them was like hunting pheasants. The black uncles exposed their backs to these ps and ran with their heads covered. Everyone was scrambling for fear that they would be the next to fall.
The ambush team no longer fired individually, but consciously shot at the sides and rear, mercilessly knocking down those who ran astray or those who ran slower.
Then, those ten or so people who were lucky enough to survive the pursuit barely escaped the ambush of the A1 team, but this did not mean they were safe, because there was still the A2 team waiting for them halfway.
"See that white guy who runs the fastest?"
"Hit his left leg!"
Just when everyone couldn't hear the gunfire behind them and mistakenly thought they had escaped, gunfire rang out again on the hillside to their left, and this time, the first one to be hit was The fastest white officer.
