The film starts with the Navy SEALs

In terms of actual combat shooting accuracy, the users and the Russian soldiers who studied with them, mainly members of the Signal Flag Special Forces, comprehensively evaluated that: within 300 meters, especially the 150-meter exchange of fire distance mentioned by most people and the complex environment of urban siege, the accuracy and penetration of the AK-105 are fully sufficient. Although the lethality is slightly reduced, when the enemy is unprotected, the lethality is no different from other firearms; when the enemy is protected, the lethality is higher than the 9mm submachine gun and AKS-74U equipped by the Russian army (when it can penetrate the protection). As for the comparison with the AS VAL, there is no relevant record at present, but according to the views of the Signal Flag and some veterans who have been to Chechnya and used the Giant Wave: at that distance and environment, there is really no need to compare who is higher and who is lower.

In terms of compatibility, the AK-105 is completely compatible with the 74 except for the barrel, rear sight and the front part of the handguard. Some users even think that the rear sight does not need to be changed.

Its receiver cover has no reinforcement ribs and is compatible with the AK-47. Although some batches of AK-104s use the receiver cover of the AK-74, the AK-105 does not. So if you find some AK-105s equipped with AK-74 receiver covers, they are either modified by yourself or they are just toys.

In terms of sights, the AK-105 is the same as the AK-74. However, most special forces prefer to use red dot sights, and not all of them are large and heavy domestic Kobras. Many are imported, such as EOTech, Aimpoint Micro, etc. Although EOTech has raised the aiming baseline a lot, users have basically no complaints. The aiming baseline of Aimpoint Micro has only raised the height of less than two index fingers (for Russians, it is almost a thumb), and it is easy to shoot with the cheek against the face in any posture. Although the performance of EOTech is also good, it is large in size, so veterans will try their best to requisition all Aimpoint Micros, and the remaining EOTechs will be given to new recruits.

Interestingly, Russia's well-funded special forces, the reorganized signal flag, and the unstable presidential guard of the Union Republic have all replaced the AK-105. These troops have transferred the AKS-74U to the reserve and used the AK-74M with the JL and AK-105. These are troops that often engage in front-line firefights. The fact that the AK-105 has been recognized by the discerning special forces and the rigorous presidential guard is enough to prove its excellent performance in actual combat.

Night Stalking

The city looks like it has been severely beaten by time, and it is in a dilapidated state. Low-rise houses are crowded together in a disorderly manner, mostly one- or two-story cheap houses, with mottled exterior walls, like wrinkled faces, telling of endless vicissitudes. The narrow streets are filled with debris, old furniture, broken boxes, discarded daily necessities, everything, making the originally narrow roads even narrower, and pedestrians have to be careful when passing by, otherwise they will be tripped.

This chaotic environment provided convenience for Nowen's actions, and the debris became a natural cover. He was wearing dark clothes, and his figure was looming in the debris. He took every step very carefully, like a cheetah stalking in the dark, always alert to the movements around him.

There were noisy voices coming from all around from time to time. Although he couldn't understand what they were saying, from the fierce and urgent tone, Norman could clearly feel that they were armed elements who were hunting them down. Every sound was like a sharp knife, cutting through his tense nerves.

Nowen walked slowly, his steps light and cautious, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. He had just walked less than 20 meters and came to a corner. He subconsciously slowed down his pace and almost held his breath. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps and voices from the opposite side. His heart suddenly tightened, and he immediately pressed his body against the corner of the wall, not daring to breathe.

I saw several armed men holding guns, swaggering out from the other side and walking towards the other side. Their footsteps were particularly harsh on the quiet street, and each one seemed to step on Nowen's heart. Nowen pressed tightly against the corner of the wall, his body almost blending into the wall, his eyes fixed on the armed men, until their figures completely disappeared from his sight, and then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

After all the militants had left, Novin came out from the corner again, holding the AK105 tightly in his hand, and remained highly alert. He held the gun in front of his chest, his finger gently on the trigger, and took every step carefully, as if the ground under his feet would explode at any time. Every time he passed an intersection or a corner, he would quickly make a tactical switch of guns, and quickly scan the surroundings, not missing any corner that might hide danger.

In this way, Novin successfully avoided two waves of armed men with his caution and agility. About five minutes later, he came to a half-collapsed house and continued to move forward along the faded and slightly mottled green house. Suddenly, a noisy voice came from the front, and he immediately stopped and squatted slightly, like a beast about to hunt.

Nowen moved forward cautiously, trying not to make any noise with every step. He came to a place where he could observe the situation ahead, poked his head out a little, and took a look, and his back instantly felt cold. He saw a large group of armed men gathered on the road ahead, roughly estimated to be at least ten people, they were holding weapons, standing in the middle of the road, with serious expressions, as if they had received some important orders.

"The enemy is gathering, and my way is blocked." Nowen lowered his voice and reported the situation to his companions through the communication equipment. Then he quickly changed direction and continued to move forward.

Soon, Norman came to a small alley only about one meter wide. On both sides of the alley were tall buildings, squeezing the sky into a narrow gap, making it dark inside and filled with a gloomy atmosphere. Norman took a deep breath, held the gun tightly in his hand, and walked into the alley carefully.

His footsteps seemed particularly heavy in the darkness, and each step made a slight rustling sound on the thick dust. His eyes tried to adapt to the darkness and he observed his surroundings vigilantly. When he walked to the middle of the alley, an armed man suddenly walked in from the opposite exit.

The militant obviously didn't expect to meet anyone here. He was startled and took a step back instinctively. The gun in his hand was not loaded, and the muzzle was hanging down weakly. But Novin's reaction was as fast as lightning. The moment he saw the militant, his muzzle was firmly locked on the other's head.

"Put down your weapon, put down your gun." Nowen lowered his voice and threatened the other party with a cold tone. He did not dare to make too much noise, for fear of alerting other armed elements nearby. At this moment, his heartbeat accelerated rapidly, but his eyes were extremely firm, and his finger was tightly on the trigger. As long as the other party made the slightest movement, he would shoot without hesitation.

The militant was also frightened, his hands were shaking slightly, his eyes were fixed on the black muzzle of Norman's gun, and he didn't dare to make any rash moves. He knew that if he was not careful, he would die immediately.

Just when the two sides were deadlocked and the atmosphere was extremely tense, a pair of strong hands suddenly stretched out from the right side of the exit. With extremely flexible and fast movements, these hands locked the militant's neck in one go, and then quickly pulled him aside.

When Norman saw that it was his own people coming to support him, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little. He walked to the intersection and found Long Zhan and Stonebridge standing on the other side.

"Fuck, Mike, you're here just in time." Norman leaned against the wall, panting, his voice filled with a hint of relief for having survived. "This way, maybe we can retreat here." Stonebridge was on the left side of the alley, observing the surroundings vigilantly and reminding everyone.

However, just as they were about to evacuate, an accident happened. A fat old lady suddenly walked out from the corner of the road ten meters away on the left. When the old lady saw Long Zhan and his three companions standing at the intersection, she was stunned for a moment, and then a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"Go back, go back inside." Stonebridge frowned and shouted, trying to get the fat woman to leave quickly and not get in the way. Because they knew that once they were discovered by civilians and caused a riot, it would probably cause more trouble.

However, the fat woman did not seem to be willing to listen to Stonebridge's dissuasion. Instead of leaving, she pointed at Stonebridge and his group and yelled at the top of her voice. She spoke in a dialect at a very fast speed, and Stonebridge could not understand what she was saying at all.

But judging from the woman's excited expression and angry tone, she is most likely in the same group as the militants, and may even be the wife or mother of one of the militants. She is shouting here, undoubtedly tipping off the militants.

Realizing that his position had been exposed, Stonebridge secretly complained in his heart. Although he had a gun in his hand, he could not shoot at unarmed civilians and could only continue to scold and dissuade them with words. However, all this was of no avail. The fat woman's shouting became louder and louder, and more and more urgent.

"Damn it, something happened, let's go, go to the other side quickly." Stonebridge shouted anxiously to Long Zhan and Norman.

Just as he finished speaking, a group of armed men rushed over like a tide. Before anyone could see them, dense gunfire rang out. "Bang, bang, bang..." The gunfire was like the dense sound of firecrackers during the New Year, echoing in the narrow streets and making people's ears hurt.

Long Zhan and his group reacted very quickly. As soon as Stonebridge finished speaking, they rushed to the right without hesitation. They shuttled through the hail of bullets, nimbly dodging the flying bullets, and every move was full of strength and agility.

After running to a suitable position in front, they immediately used the surrounding terrain to defend and counterattack. Three people each occupied a favorable position, hid behind the bunker, raised their guns and shot at the militants chasing behind. "Da da da da da da..." The guns in their hands spewed flames, and bullets rained down on the enemy.

The militants who caught up with them had no tactics at all. They just kept rushing forward blindly. Long Zhan and his two men suddenly stopped to counterattack, catching them off guard. The two militants who were running in the front were hit by the whistling bullets before they could react, and fell in a pool of blood on the spot. The remaining militants were frightened by the sudden counterattack and quickly hid, leaning against the walls on both sides of the road and firing continuously.

However, these militants seemed to have a desperate spirit. Some of them rushed out bravely regardless of the danger, standing at the intersection and shooting wildly with guns. This behavior was simply incredible to Long Zhan and his men, and was equivalent to committing suicide. But these militants seemed to be driven by some crazy belief, and rushed out without hesitation, and then were knocked to the ground in a burst of dense gunfire, turning into cold corpses.

Although many militants were knocked down, their numbers were too large, and new militants kept rushing up, like a group of locusts that could not be killed, swarming in. The purpose of Long Zhan and the other two coming this time was to pick up the goods, not to fight specifically, so they did not carry much ammunition, and they only wore a soft bulletproof vest under their casual clothes, so their protection was very limited.

Seeing that the number of armed elements was increasing and the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable to them, Long Zhan and his two companions could only adopt the tactic of alternating cover, fighting and retreating. They knew that the longer they stayed here with the enemy, the more enemies would come after hearing the news, and the more dangerous it would be for them. Leaving this dangerous place quickly was the only way out.

They fought and retreated in the hail of bullets, and every time they turned to shoot, the enemy screamed and fell to the ground. But the enemy's offensive showed no signs of weakening, but became more and more fierce. Long Zhan and his men's ammunition was also running low, and the situation became more and more critical.

Suddenly, a bullet flew past Nouwen's arm, cutting his skin, and blood flowed out instantly. Nouwen just frowned, simply covered the wound with his hand, and continued to fight. He knew that at this time, any distraction could lead to fatal consequences.

While firing, Stonebridge observed the surrounding terrain, trying to find a route to escape the enemy's pursuit. His eyes revealed anxiety and determination, and the gun in his hand kept roaring, venting his anger at the enemy.

Long Zhan relied on his rich combat experience to direct the actions of the three. He calmly judged the enemy's attack direction and firepower distribution, and issued brief and powerful instructions from time to time, making the three people cooperate more tacitly.

After a fierce exchange of fire, Long Zhan and his three companions finally found an opportunity and successfully escaped the enemy's pursuit. They ran desperately along a narrow alley until they were sure that there were no enemies catching up with them, then they stopped and gasped for breath.

(End of this chapter)