Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 303 The End of the Book Seller (Please Subscribe)

The two militiamen did not light the firecrackers together; instead, whoever arrived first lit them first.

This actually looks more natural!

The fuse quickly ignited the firecrackers, which crackled and popped all the way, from both sides, like dozens of people firing guns.

The hilltop became incredibly lively for a time.

Firecrackers explode with flashes of light and the sound of gunpowder exploding.

Although it doesn't sound exactly like a gunshot, the underlying principle is the same, and it's at least 70-80% accurate.

Then, when the eight real guns in the middle were fired together, the bullets whistled through the woods.

The book vendors, who had been ambushed and killed or wounded more than half of themselves, were now in a state of panic and could not distinguish the difference between the gunshots coming from the hillside.

The book dealers only knew that there were gunshots all over the mountains, and judged that there must be even more enemies lying in ambush on the mountain.

With only twenty or thirty men left, and hearing gunfire from the mountain indicating at least dozens of guns, continuing to charge upwards would likely result in them all dying on the way.

The book vendors are scared!

Given the choice between continuing up the mountain and certain death, and retreating to the village for temporary safety, the peddlers decisively chose the latter.

"Go back, go back quickly."

"There are too many people on the mountain; we can't get up there."

"Let's go back to the village first and then figure out a solution."

Three or four peddlers suddenly appeared and started shouting at the top of their lungs. To prevent the people on the mountain from hearing them clearly, they even used the foreign language from next door.

The crackling sounds from the mountaintop had already terrified the drug dealers, who cowered behind the trees, too afraid to show their faces.

Someone took the lead in shouting for a retreat, and everyone immediately responded. There was no need to shout a second time; they all turned and ran in unison.

They tumbled and crawled down the mountain and hid back in the village.

The other two hilltops were also used as entry points, but because they were farther away than the hilltop to the north, the battle broke out a little later.

but.

Although the battle took place later than on the north side, the outcome was the same.

With Jackie Chan's meticulously crafted trap, coupled with the combined efforts of Lone Wolf Team B and the militia platoon, every position was effectively blocked.

The two groups of peddlers from Chongnan Mountain and Xishan were beaten so badly they were pissed off and retreated back to the village.

Originally, Jackie Chan had decimated dozens of them with a barrage of machine gun fire, and then Ostrich and his gang killed eight or nine more, leaving only about 140 or 150 book vendors.

In that round trip, dozens more were lost.

A small portion of them were killed by landmines, and another small portion were killed by Jackie Chan and the sniper team.

The rest were killed in a surprise attack by militia and lone wolves who were lying in ambush on the mountainside as they rushed up the mountainside.

Now, the number of book vendors who have retreated to the village is only a little over 100.

Several armed peddlers pieced together a force of over 230 people, thinking they could easily take over a small village.

I didn't expect that less than ten minutes after entering the village, there were less than half the people left.

This completely threw the book vendors into a panic.

No matter how hard the drug dealers tried, they couldn't understand how Langde Village, which was clearly just a piece of tofu, had suddenly become an impenetrable wall.

What exactly happened here?

The book vendors were eager to know the reason, but unfortunately, no one could give them an answer at that moment.

This led the book vendors who had gathered in the village to feel that the thatched huts could not protect them at all, and their mood became increasingly fearful due to the unknown.

The book vendors decided to elect a few people to gather together and quickly come up with a way to escape.

As a result, the twenty or thirty people who were nominated gathered together, and in order to prevent being discovered by outsiders, they deliberately did not use any lighting.

The heavy machine gun seemed to have eyes, and it began to roar wildly again.

With its effective range of 1500 meters, the Type 89 heavy machine gun could fire at any corner of the entire village of Langde.

The book vendor deliberately chose a secluded corner, an inconspicuous standalone thatched hut, thinking that no one would be able to see it.

Little did they know that, under the night vision goggles, the actions that the vendor thought were unnoticed in complete darkness were clearly seen by Jackie Chan from afar.

The book vendors gathered again, ready to cause trouble, and the heavy machine guns had another chance to wreak havoc.

Jackie Chan decisively adjusted the position of his backpack, mounted the heavy machine gun on it, aimed at the thatched hut where the book vendors were gathered, and began a new round of killing.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The heavy machine gun bullets flew toward the target with 17000 joules of energy amidst a deafening roar.

The distance of over 140 meters was covered in an instant. The bullet easily pierced through the thatched and bamboo-woven wall of the house and hit a book vendor in the head inside.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

Under the kinetic energy and explosive properties of the heavy machine gun bullet, the vendor's entire head, along with half of his neck, was blown away, leaving only a tiny bit of the base of his neck.

The splattered brains, minced meat, blood, and broken bones covered several meters around the area like a shower of flowers.

The other book vendors were startled by the heavy machine gun. Before they could even wonder what had splashed all over their faces, they found it sticky and disgusting to the touch.

They also ushered in "Dismemberment Day"!

The heavy machine gun bullets, accompanied by a powerful whistling sound, all whizzed into the house.

The human body is like tofu in front of it; just a graze will tear off a large chunk of flesh. Wherever it touches, it disappears. If it hits the torso, it will cut the body in two.

The book vendors had never been attacked so brutally; several of them were so frightened they wet themselves.

Under such a terrifying threat of death, they had no mind to think about any emergency measures; they all just wished their parents had given them two more legs.

They all scrambled and crawled out of the house, not expecting to end up as pieces of minced meat on the ground.

However, escaping was not so simple. In the process of fleeing in panic, several more were beaten to a pulp, and only a few managed to escape.

It was only because Jackie Chan didn't bring a tripod that these few managed to escape by sheer luck.

The heavy machine gun was not very stable on the backpack. When it was fired, the gun bounced too much. Even if Jackie Chan tried his best to suppress it, he could not guarantee stability.

but.

Only a muscular giant like Jackie Chan could control the trajectory of a fully automatic heavy machine gun without a tripod.

Without a brace, no one else could have controlled the recoil, and the subsequent bullets would probably have ended up overseas.

As nearly twenty more book vendors lost their lives, the roar of the heavy machine guns ceased once more, leaving only the burning houses to blaze.

Fortunately, the thatched hut was in a relatively remote location, so the flames could not ignite the surrounding houses.

The flames from the burning thatched huts illuminated half of Langde Village, exposing many of the book vendors who had hidden to the militia.

The Landes militia hated the book traffickers to the core, so they were not about to let such a good opportunity slip by.

"Clap clap clap clap clap..."

Gunshots rang out again.

Although the gunfire this time was sporadic and far less intense than before, and mostly consisted of single-shot bursts, it didn't sound particularly terrifying.

But for the besieged book vendors, this is the most agonizing moment yet.

Previously, you only had to avoid snipers at the village entrance, and there were many cover options and explosives to choose from. Now, there are also pinpoint attacks from three hilltops, which means there are enemies on all four sides.

You can get picked off no matter where you hide; no matter what cover you choose, you're not safe.

The book vendors were thrown into a panic!

As one book vendor after another was identified and eliminated, the remaining book vendors quickly became emotionally distraught, and some soon descended into hysteria.

Like a madman who had lost his mind, he ran towards the village entrance while shooting at the gun.

I just want to escape this hell!

However, going crazy is useless, and hysteria will not make you invulnerable; on the contrary, it will only make you die faster.

"Bang!"

Ostrich fired a shot, blowing the reader's head off, and proudly counted, "The fifteenth one. Just five more to go, and I'll have achieved my goal for today."

"Ostrich, can you have any shame? How dare you say they're all yours? I was the one who found them all. A 50/50 split isn't unreasonable, right? You should at least give me ten." The medic said, trying to take credit.

"Go to hell! I killed them all, why should I give you ten?" the ostrich retorted.

"If it weren't for me as the observer, with your walnut-sized brain, you wouldn't even be able to see anyone. You'd be lucky to take down one, let alone ten," the medic joked.

"Fine, fine, I'll give you ten. I won't take advantage of you. Anyway, there's still plenty of prey. I won't ask you to call out the numbers later; I'll do it myself." The ostrich said defiantly.

"Tch, fine, I won't report it then. Do you think I want to? I'll do it myself."

Although the medic said he wanted it, he didn't take out the gun and continued to look through the binoculars, clearly just indulging in a habitual banter.

The fact that the two could bicker during the fight actually highlights the current state of the battle.

The book sellers were already at a complete disadvantage, while the lone wolves had gained an absolute advantage. Without the pressure, they naturally relaxed.

The next consideration was not self-preservation, but how to wipe out all the book dealers without leaving a single one alive.

(End of this chapter)