Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 192 Submachine guns are nothing! Have you ever seen a submachine gun? (Please subscribe)

The battle broke out quickly and fiercely, and it stopped in an instant.

The peddlers all ran into the woods by the roadside, leaving only a dozen or so horses that hadn't been killed on the road. The Ace of Spades commando team also stopped firing.

The scene became extremely quiet for a moment!

It's like the calm before the storm, the buildup for the final battle.

Wu Zhe had just shot and killed a peddler, and he was still shaken by the memory of killing someone, but it was much better than he had imagined and was still within his psychological limits.

The main issue was a lingering doubt, which made him feel uneasy.

To find out what was going on, he didn't ask over the radio, but instead got up, bent over, and jogged away.

He moved more than 10 meters north, lay down on Yuan Lang's right, and asked in confusion, "Squad leader, why aren't they firing back? Why are they letting us shoot them?"

"This is what you call well-trained. If we fight back on the road, more people will die. Finding cover first and then fighting back is the right thing to do. If I'm not mistaken, they will be fighting back soon."

Yuan Lang's mouth seemed to be blessed; he launched a counterattack as soon as he finished speaking.

"60mm mortar, be careful at point G."

Point F remained detached and observed from the outside. He had the best observation position in the entire field, and promptly discovered the mortar set up by the vendors, issuing an early warning immediately.

The words had barely left his mouth!

"Teng~"

The standard sound of a mortar firing.

A 60mm mortar shell soared into the air, tracing a very small parabola before falling towards Jackie Chan.

First, find cover and hide, then prioritize taking out the enemy's most threatening heavy firepower.

This whole process clearly demonstrates the book vendor's well-trained skills.

"Bang!"

The mortar shell exploded.

The sound was like a thunderclap in the woods, right where Jackie Chan had set up his gun.

"Clap clap clap..."

A burst of gunfire rang out immediately.

After the gunfire subsided, the F-point commander reported: "The 60mm mortar target has been eliminated. The mortar has been moved. Two people have been confirmed dead. A total of 31 people are incapacitated. Over."

When Yuan Lang saw that Jackie Chan's position had been blown up, his heart jumped into his throat.

I looked at point G through the scope, but it was blocked by leaves, so I could only use the walkie-talkie to call out: "Calling the August 1st Tank, please respond if you hear me, over."

At this moment.

Yuan Lang wasn't the only one worried about whether Jackie Chan had been blown away by that cannonball.

All the members of the Ace of Spades Commando Team strained their ears to listen carefully, trying to find out about their captain, Jackie Chan.

In this atmosphere of extreme anxiety, every second felt like an eternity.

If Jackie Chan were really blown up...

The commando team couldn't even imagine it!

Yuan Lang tried to call Jackie Chan via radio, but didn't get an immediate response. As time ticked by, everyone's hearts grew heavier with each passing second.

Just as Yuan Lang was getting so nervous that he was about to lose his composure, thinking that Jackie Chan had encountered some misfortune.

Jackie Chan has finally responded.

"The August 1st tank arrived. It just got destroyed, but luckily I dodged quickly. Their artillery skills were terrible. However, I need to change tactics..."

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief and wondered what tactic Jackie Chan would use next.

Jackie Chan made a surprising statement: "The gun mount has been destroyed. To avoid becoming a target for mortars again, I'm going to take up a heavy machine gun and fight on the move. That's all."

Carrying a heavy machine gun in mobile warfare?

Everyone, including Yuan Lang, was stunned by these words and couldn't believe that a human could say such a thing.

Even without the gun mount, the Type 89 heavy machine gun, with its 17-kilogram gun body and ammunition box, weighs an astonishing 50 kilograms in total.

The Type 95 rifle weighs less than 8 kilograms, while the Type 89 heavy machine gun weighs more than six times that.

Carrying a 50-pound weapon in a surprise attack—is that something a human could imagine? Is it something a human could do? Is it something a human could actually accomplish?

Even disregarding the exaggerated weight, the recoil of a 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullet is several times greater than that of an assault rifle, making it difficult to fire while holding the gun with one's body as a support.

Are you sure you won't shake your bones apart?

"August 1st Tank, are you sure you can fire it? Don't you need me to send someone to support G point? Over." Yuan Lang asked in astonishment.

"I'm sure I don't need it. I need to report the target's location. I'm using armor-piercing rounds, which can ignore trees and cover. Over." Jackie Chan replied confidently.

"What a fucking beast."

Yuan Lang muttered a resigned complaint under his breath, then ordered, "All units, locate the target position and provide accurate location reports to the August 1st tank. Over."

"Point A received, over."

"Point B received, over."

……

The six groups responded to Yuan Lang one after another, switching from assault troops to observers, their eyes wide open as they searched for the hidden armed traffickers.

Jackie Chan himself didn't just sit idly by; he was also actively trying to find a solution.

They saw packhorses parked on the path, and on their backs, at least three tons of contraband drugs worth tens of millions of dollars.

Jackie Chan suddenly had a brilliant idea.

He shouldered the Type 89 heavy machine gun, peered through his night vision goggles and then through a magnifying glass, aiming at the foot of a horse in the middle.

"Bang!"

Gunfire erupted like thunder.

A 12.7mm heavy bullet flew over and accurately hit the heel of the packhorse's right rear hoof, about 10 centimeters from the ground.

The phosphorus powder and flammable material splashed from the bullet explosion landed on the horse's legs and caught fire.

The packhorse's hooves were burning painfully, but it raised the grapes, let out a loud cry, and ran forward.

Two drug dealers, hiding in the dense weeds by the roadside, saw a packhorse carrying over 100 kilograms of drugs about to run away, and they were about to lose several million dollars.

Without even considering the danger, they instinctively ran out of the woods.

He wanted to grab the horse's reins and pull it back.

Just as the two men emerged from the bushes, the deathly roar echoed from the woods behind them, and a burst of heavy machine gun fire came hurtling through the air.

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang."

The two three-round bursts of the heavy machine gun were so accurate that they were like those of a general-purpose machine gun.

The armed trafficker running ahead was shot three times. The exploding heavy machine gun bullets tore him to pieces on the spot, turning him into chunks of flesh and severed limbs scattered all over the ground.

Blood splattered five or six meters away!

The peddler running behind was shot in the right thigh, and his lower leg was instantly freed, flying away on its own.

Then, by sheer coincidence, he was hit in the neck by a 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullet, and the force of the explosion blew his head off.

It's like a thrown ball, tracing a bloody parabola high in the air.

It fell to the ground with a thud.

It hadn't exhausted its kinetic energy upon landing and rolled several meters further along the road.

The two men who were torn to pieces by Jackie Chan were positioned right in the line of sight of all the assault team members, and everyone clearly saw the whole thing.

The scene was shockingly dramatic, with human bodies being torn apart like paper, and blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Especially the last head, which rolled on the ground.

The Spade Axe Commando Team members were truly amazed; their eyes widened in shock, and they even felt nauseous.

Then came...

"Ugh... ugh..."

A series of vomiting sounds echoed through the communication channel; most of the members of the Ace of Spades Commando were disgusted by what Jackie Chan had done.

Even the well-informed Yuan Lang was extremely uncomfortable with this scene.

Her face was a little pale!

He couldn't help but say over the radio: "Calling the August 1st Tank. My personal suggestion is that you be more civilized. Don't forget that you're carrying an 89-type heavy machine gun, not a 95-type rifle."

You know the caliber of the bullets, don't make it look like a slaughterhouse. I'm afraid I'll have nightmares tonight. That's all.

Murder is murder, and shooting is shooting.

No matter how much blood drips, there will only be two holes, and at most a few more spray-like bloodstains.

The visual impact was only so-so.

But you tore people to shreds, into chunks of flesh, like a psychopath executing someone with a cannon.

Who the hell can stand this?

Who wouldn't get goosebumps and feel a churning in their stomach while watching this?

Although the group of assault team members who were vomiting were not speaking on the radio, they all strongly agreed with Yuan Lang's words.

For the first time in her life, she felt such a strong liking for the smiling tiger Yuan Lang.

"The August 1st tank has been received. I will try my best to control it, giving each person only one bullet. As for how many pieces they get blown up, I can't do anything about that. I don't want to create a slaughterhouse, even though they are all beasts. Over."

Seeing that the "scared horse" method was very effective, Jackie Chan replied and then moved to another place to repeat the same old trick.

pity.

Jackie Chan was very disappointed that no drug dealers came out to lead the horse this time.

They seemed to be frightened by the horrific scene just now. Even though they watched millions slip away, no drug dealer dared to risk their lives.

However, the book vendors retaliated by firing another shot, trying to knock down Jackie Chan's formidable heavy weapon.

However, their cannons were destined to miss.

The armed peddler never dreamed that the heavy machine guns that needed to be set up and couldn't be easily moved would now be carried around the map by someone.

They've seen assault snipers before.

They had never heard of submachine guns before.

……

Jackie Chan's plan failed; he couldn't lure the drug dealers out to kill them.

Seeing how powerful Jackie Chan's heavy machine gun was, the remaining armed peddlers hid even deeper, and Jackie Chan couldn't find a single one even after searching for a long time.

We can only rely on the help of other team members.

By this time, the sun had completely set behind the western mountains, and it was now completely dark.

Although it had stopped raining long ago, and everything on the ground had seeped into the ground, visibility had decreased drastically.

In just a few minutes, visibility dropped from 50 meters to less than 20 meters.

In a few minutes, the afterglow of the sunset will disappear, and this area of ​​the primeval jungle will be shrouded in darkness.

Without needing any orders from Yuan Lang or Cheng Long, all members of the Ace of Spades Commando Team took out their 85mm low-light night vision goggles and began searching for the hidden armed criminals.

Chapter 185 has been released! Brothers, you can go check it out if you want to read it!

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