The heavy machine gunner who was originally strafing the tower followed the order and turned his gun.
As soon as his gun moved, the tower immediately became quiet.
Hua Biao, who was originally nestled in the trench, heard the noise subsided and immediately boldly peeked out through the bullet holes in the wall.
Thanks to the help of his opponent, Huabian can now easily observe the situation outside the building.
Through the small and large holes in the walk, Huabiao discovered that the heavy machine gun that was shooting at him had changed its direction.
In addition, there is a person climbing on the pickup truck behind the enemy convoy position.
I want to get in the car! ? Not that easy! !
After finally getting rid of a shooter, how could Huabiao just replace him with a skinhead?
Hua Biao could calmly stand up and take aim thanks to the strong command of the man on the platform.
Since everyone thought that the tower had been calmed down under the powerful firepower of heavy machine guns, no one among the skinheads paid attention to the outcropping of the tower.
What's worse is that the scouts from Huabiao's sharp knife company are very good at catching their opponents' mistakes and striking them.
Holding the sniper rifle in his hand, Huabiao quickly moved the muzzle.
Soon, the skinheads who were carefully climbing onto the vehicle immediately entered the Huabiao sniper scope.
This guy is still some distance away from the machine gun, and Huabiao is at a high point, so the protective steel plate on the front of the machine gun has no effect on him.
Huabiao aimed at the target's head, but instantly moved down and aimed at the arteries of the target's lower limbs.
Forget it, pull the trigger decisively.
"boom!"
The sound of gunfire rang out, but it was instantly covered by the sound of wind and rain.
Looking at the skinheads who were climbing hard in the distance, they had just injured the car body and were about to reach out to grab the heavy machine gun. Unexpectedly, at this juncture, a bloody sword suddenly came out of their thigh.
The skinheads were stunned for a second, and then they fell forward to the ground as if someone had swung a big stick from behind.
However, the tragic experience of this unlucky guy has just begun. He is not as lucky as the previous fellow shooter.
When dealing with the last skinhead gang member, Huabiao aimed at his head.
Kill the opponent with one blow, blowing his head off, and tell everyone to die simply.
But the gun Huabiao was aimed at the thigh artery of the gang members. The skinheads who fell to the ground after being shot immediately howled in pain.
The sound was comparable to the sound of killing pigs in a slaughterhouse.
More importantly, as the unlucky man's wail sounded, he then began his "ghost howl" that was comparable to an epic drama.
"Ouch! My legs! Ouch! My legs!"
"Damn it, that guy hit my leg! Help me! Help me!"
The howl of the unlucky man was so cruel that even the members of the Victory Alliance found it piercing their ears.
They are still like this, let alone the skinheads.
The cheerful heavy machine gun shooter who was originally shooting with his machine gun instinctively stopped shooting after hearing the screams of his companions next to him.
After seeing his comrade lying on the car, holding his thighs, rolling and screaming, the heavy machine gunner was even more frightened from the bottom of his heart.
This is exactly the effect Huabiao wants to achieve with this shot.
The purpose of a sniper's existence is to bring fear to his opponents.
Only fear can maximize results.
It turned out that Huabiao wanted to kill the heavy machine gun shooter to relieve the pressure on his own team members.
After all, the long-range fire suppression of two heavy machine guns is like two mountains pressing down on our own team members, making them unable to lift their heads or stand up straight.
And Huabiao did exactly that, and he successfully killed one of the shooters.
But after seeing the opponent calling for a substitute to replace the killed shooter, Huabiao realized that this approach was not good.
If you get it yourself, you can still kill the new substitute shooter with accurate headshots, but what happens after you kill him?
The other party can still continue to summon substitutes.
But as Huabiao, he knew that the other party would not give him another chance to snipe.
As the saying goes, one learns from one's mistakes. The man on the phone is not a fool. He will definitely not make mistakes on the same issue again and again.
Huabiao was almost 100% certain that the man on the mobile phone would deploy heavy firepower to attack the tower.
Therefore, maximizing the attack results with limited attack opportunities is something that Huabiao needs to consider with this gun.
So he chose to aim at the opponent's heavy machine gun and replace the personnel with a non-lethal shot.
A kick will not immediately kill the unlucky guy.
But it caused him to lose his combat ability. He will definitely no longer be able to control the heavy machine gun to carry out strikes.
In addition, his injury will inevitably require the skinheads to deploy more manpower to rescue him.
More importantly, the miserable howl of the unlucky guy will cause psychological panic to the remaining members of the skinhead gang to a great extent.
This is a very effective and commonly used method on the battlefield.
Very suitable for situations where a little is a lot.
Looking at the heavy machine gunner on the other side who didn't continue to attack, it was a good proof that Huabiao's choice of gun was correct.
Listening to the wails of his downed men, the man on the stage was distraught.
The situation on the field has developed completely beyond his expectation.
His men fell down one after another, and he made mistakes in judgment one after another, all of which undermined the man's self-confidence.
"Boss! Save me! My leg, my leg was hit, please save me, no, otherwise I will die!"
Blood spurted out along the wound. The opening Huabiao opened for the unfortunate guy was not big, only about the size of his thumb.
But even with such a wound that could be sealed with one palm, the unfortunate guy couldn't stop the blood from gushing out even if he pressed it with all his strength.
The interrupted artery was like an open fountain, constantly pumping out blood.
The entire carriage formed a puddle in a short time.
The shouts of the unfortunate guy were also tugging at the heartstrings of the skinheads hiding behind the car.
Everyone is afraid of death, let alone the current situation.
The screams of the accomplices seemed to be a reflection of their future, and it was difficult for the skinheads not to think about the scene after they were shot.
He was fed up with the unlucky guy's ghostly howling. If he had stayed there honestly, the man on the desk might have had the conscience to send someone to carry him down.
But now he was uttering ghostly howls one after another, as if he was lashing the man on the beater's cheek with a leather whip.
After all, it was the man on the stage who had just given the order to shift the focus of the attack.
He can bear his own mistakes, but being beaten like this by his subordinates as a superior man cannot bear it.
Since you insulted me in front of such people, don't blame me for being rude to you!
"Damn it! Call a ghost! Please be quiet!" He flashed his gun and fired several shots at the rear compartment. "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
After shaking involuntarily, the miserable hapless guy became completely quiet.
The entire skinhead front fell silent for an instant. Apart from the constant pounding of falling raindrops, the only sound left was the angry and uneven breathing of the man on the stage.
"What are you looking at! Hey, what about you! You're standing in the latrine and won't shit, right? If you want to die, just say it and I'll give you a ride!" Looking at the dumbfounded shooter on the heavy machine gun stand, the man with the handstand Just raise your hand to shoot
