Taking Bowen was the preferred target, so naturally he was the first one to be shot.
A 6.5 mm bullet was poured into the center of his head, and then the huge kinetic energy flew out from the back of his head with a piece of his skull and a blood arrow, causing him to lose consciousness in an instant, and the inertia of the nervous system The reaction left his legs still twitching.
The Deputy Prime Minister and Minister of Defense sitting on his left also had a headache at almost the same time, but this time it was a 7.7mm bullet fired from Zhang Xiaoping's Enfield sniper rifle. The kinetic energy was even more powerful, directly killing half of the man's body. The skull flew away.
At a distance of about three hundred meters, Zuo Mingqing's performance was not much worse than the two brothers. His G-31 semi-automatic rifle also shot a minister on the right of Na Bowen.
At this distance of 300-400 meters, Zhou Wen still uses his G-31 semi-automatic rifle, because at this distance, this gun can fire faster while maintaining accuracy.
Zhang Xiaoping has never been able to put down the Enfield sniper rifle since he got it. For a sniper like him who pursues distance, accuracy and stability, the various properties of this gun can just meet his requirements and habits.
Moreover, Zhang Xiaoping wanted to bring his favorite rifle to market this time and make a profit.
Zhou Wen's attack was sudden and concealed. The key was that their firing rate was very fast, so fast that the senior officials on the terrace had no time to react, let alone find any obstacles to avoid.
Besides, on this nearly 100-square-meter terrace, apart from bamboo chairs and coffee tables, there is nowhere to hide.
Therefore, in less than ten seconds, the dozen ministers and several senior military officers who were sitting on the large terrace watching the ceremony were all targeted by the three of them.
Xu Dacheng's mortar began to make up for the damage, and three heavy rounds turned the terrace and the two-story wooden building behind it into a burning fire.
Next, the targets of the sniper became those officers who were pale but still picked up their whistles and blew wildly, or shouted to organize the soldiers.
This is not because Zhou Wen and others are bloodthirsty and do not take human life seriously. Instead, they wanted to try their best to create greater chaos for the Siamese army so that it could not organize an effective counterattack in a short period of time and create conditions for retreat.
However, no matter how hard the Siamese army fights against the Five Scums, it is still an army. Although organized counterattacks are not possible, there are still disorganized counterattacks.
Although the little devil who somehow appeared in the Siamese army was shot dead by Zhang Xiaoping, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, he immediately judged that the direction of the bullet was still a general guide for those desperate Siamese soldiers.
"Bah, bah, bah..."
"Bang bang bang..."
"Da da da……"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, pistols, and bullets from various weapons flew in the direction of Zhou Wen and the others.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhou Wen quickly asked Zhang Xiaoping and Zuo Mingqing to jump down from the tree, and began to gradually retreat using the trees as cover.
Grandma, what does it mean to shoot a master to death indiscriminately? This is what it means. Although these Siamese soldiers didn't notice them and were shooting aimlessly, they couldn't stand the enemy's many guns and they might miss the mark at some point. It would be unwise to take it seriously with these coward soldiers at this time.
The person who deserves to be killed has been killed, and chaos has been created. If we don't withdraw now, we will wait until later.
At the same time, he also gave instructions to Xu Dacheng to bombard the Siamese infantry with mortars to prevent them from pursuing.
They had just retreated more than ten meters, but they heard someone behind them shouting in English: "Please help me, I... am a captured Air Force officer, not... one of their group, please take me away with you." "
"please help me……"
The voice was not loud and even a little weak, but it still reached the ears of Zhou Wen and others who had excellent hearing.
Zhou Wen turned around and saw a man with dirty and wet clothes dragging a stretcher towards them. He was stumbling and staggering, but he was very persistent.
But this person didn't see their exact location. He ran breathlessly and shouted into the woods here.
This man is Sukrava who escaped from death.
It turned out that just when Xu Dacheng's mortar landed on the terrace, the soldiers guarding him finally realized that the military camp was under attack. The officer who was with him was only a lieutenant, and his performance was no better than these helpless soldiers. He immediately ran towards the terrace with the soldiers in panic.
In fact, he didn't know what he should do. There was only one thought in his chaotic mind: find someone with a bigger authority to make the decision first. At this time, all the high officials were gathered around the terrace.
As for Sukrava, a death row prisoner, who the hell cares about him? Besides, the execution order had not yet been issued, and as a junior officer, he had no grudges against others, so it was impossible for him to shoot someone to death on his own initiative.
Therefore, Sukrava suddenly found that his prayers were effective again, and no one paid attention to him.
If you don't run now, when will you wait?
Of course, Comrade Sukrava was kind-hearted and could not ignore the two wounded companions lying on the stretcher before running.
So he hurriedly ran over, only to find that the most seriously injured person had fallen into a deep coma, and he couldn't help it. But the other one was still looking at him with a pair of pleading eyes.
"Patchat, hold on, I will take you out."
He knew that he could only take away one person, the less injured one, and the other seriously injured person could only bear the pain and give up.
"Naisong Pan, I'm sorry." He silently apologized to the seriously injured man in his heart, but his hands and feet were not slow and he ran away dragging Patchat's stretcher. Fortunately, he just drank a bowl of meat porridge, which injected a little vitality into his weak body and restored some strength.
As for where to run?
Sugrava had already made up his mind and asked the assassins to take him away.
This was his only option to escape. Otherwise, with his current physical strength and Patchat's drag, he might not be able to run very far before he collapses completely from exhaustion and ends up being captured. But he couldn't bear to let him leave Patchat and run away.
You must know that Patchat and Nasongpan are not only his comrades-in-arms, but also like-minded comrades, brothers of life and death who dare to face Na Bowen's convoy and launch a death charge.
Moreover, Patchat was his classmate studying in the UK.
I have no choice but to leave one behind, and the other will carry it with me no matter what and will never give up.
So he once again prayed to the Bodhisattva in his heart, asking those assassins to show mercy and take them away.
As for Zhou Wen's position, as a professionally trained pilot, it is not difficult to judge. You know, in the pilot training subjects, listening to the sound to identify the position and judging the direction of the bullet's flight is a basic skill.
