Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 445 Not a Single One Left Behind

Under the intense bombardment of directional mines, even a steel car body is so fragile that it becomes riddled with holes in a second, with all the windows shattered.

The people on the bus suffered even more tragic losses.

Those Red Turban soldiers sitting on the right side of the vehicle were hit by dozens or even hundreds of steel balls at the same time, instantly riddled with countless holes, and blood gushed out on the spot.

The Red Turban Army in the middle and on the left were slightly better off, but not by much.

Even if someone blocks in front to absorb the steel balls, and the vehicle body reduces some of the steel balls' penetrability, the density of the steel balls in the directional mine is simply too great.

It can be said to be ubiquitous!

The Red Turban Army soldiers whose ancestral graves were emitting auspicious smoke were hit by one or two bullets and screamed in agony. Those with bad luck were sent back to their hometowns on the spot by more than a dozen steel balls.

From Jackie Chan shooting and killing the SUV driver, to the lead SUV triggering a booby trap and being blown up, to the two vehicles behind it suffering more than 50% casualties.

It only took less than three seconds.

As the screams of the wounded Red Turban soldiers suddenly rose, the remaining surviving Red Turban soldiers were so frightened by the sudden attack that they all started shouting and screaming.

"There's an ambush! Stop the car and get out!"

"Watch out! Quick, get out of the car and fight back!"

"Damn it, where did they ambush us? I don't see anyone."

……

The two pickup trucks in the middle saw a bomb in the road ahead and their own vehicles blocking their way behind them. They shouted in terror and got up to try to get out and find the attackers.

However, what this group of Red Turban soldiers didn't know was...

All that has happened so far is merely an appetizer before the main course.

The main courses haven't even been served yet.

"Still want to fight back? Looks like that's not enough. Here's something even more fun for you."

A chilling killing intent flashed in Jackie Chan's eyes. He dropped the lighter, flipped onto the high-mounted seat, and simultaneously adjusted the steering wheel with both hands before stepping on the firing plate.

boom--

The terrifying behemoth from hell has returned.

He opened his gaping maw and roared furiously at the enemies on the road.

"Bang bang bang..."

The two barrels of the Type 58 twin anti-aircraft machine gun simultaneously spewed out flames more than a meter long, causing the camouflage bushes covering them to be blown around in the wind.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh..."

A barrage of 14.5mm armor-piercing discarding sabot rounds whistled through the sky, traversing a distance of 220 meters in an instant.

"Bang bang bang..."

The armor-piercing discarding sabot rounds that followed hit the vehicle like chopsticks piercing tofu, easily tearing open the vehicle body and beginning their close encounter with the Red Turban Army soldiers inside.

The ballistic trajectory swept across the troop transport truck from left to right, almost slicing the vehicle in half.

Blood was splattered everywhere in the carriage, and chunks of flesh were flying all over the place.

Wherever the Red Turban Army soldiers were hit by the bullets, they would disappear—not by being pierced through, but by being completely pulverized.

After the bullets had traveled from left to right, there were no survivors left in the carriage.

To be precise.

There wasn't a single intact body; every body had been broken into several pieces, and some were unlucky enough to be completely smashed.

The truck, originally carrying thirty or forty Red Turban Army soldiers, was filled with soldiers who had been killed by directional mines, were injured and screaming in pain, or had narrowly escaped and were preparing to get off the truck.

In that very moment, in those brief two seconds, they were all twisted into the same shape—

Chunks of flesh covered in blood and gore!

The screams stopped!

The painful screams have stopped!

The terrified screams have also stopped!

All that remained were the troop transport trucks, now reduced to wrecked scrap metal, and blood dripping from their bodies.

Like a terrifying meat grinder, the bullets easily claimed dozens of lives before continuing their rampage towards the pickup truck beside them.

The behemoth bared its pale white fangs and devoured thirty or forty lives in one go, but it did not stop its rampage; on the contrary, it had only just begun to reveal its ferocity.

soon.

Like a meat grinder, the terrifying hail of bullets departed, leaving behind a truckload of minced meat, which continued to relentlessly charge towards the pickup truck next to it.

"Clang, splat, bang..."

The land-based meat grinder continued its rampage, roaring as it charged toward the white pickup truck.

At a range of 220 meters, the Type 58 twin anti-aircraft machine gun swept through the area with virtually no misses, and the explosive destructive power was unparalleled.

Even though the Red Turban Army hid behind the vehicles, they could not escape the predetermined outcome.

"call out--"

The armor-piercing discarding sabot round penetrated the vehicle and cut a Red Turban soldier hiding behind it in two at the waist.

The intestines, internal organs, cavity fluids, and other contents in the abdominal cavity, now freed from their restraints, spilled out like a burst dam.

Before the Red Turban soldier could even look down, his own internal organs were gushing out.

"call out--"

Another armor-piercing discarding sabot round came through the vehicle.

"Bang!"

Like an eighty-pound hammer striking an egg, the Red Turban Army's enormous head exploded, turning into countless pieces of minced meat and fragments that flew everywhere.

On the remaining half of his head, two carotid arteries were gushing blood.

This is the first one; it's just the beginning.

"Bang bang bang..."

The Type 58 heavy machine gun was still roaring, and the terrifying slaughter continued.

A single 14.8mm heavy machine gun bullet can only make a fist-sized hole in a pickup truck, but ten bullets can tear the pickup truck to shreds.

Limbs and severed arms were scattered all over the road, and hot blood smeared the road.

Paint everything around it red.

It exuded a strong, pungent smell of blood.

After completing the sweeping task for the third-to-last pickup truck, the Type 58 Advanced Ground Sweeper transforms into a ground-based sweeping machine and begins the next round of cleaning.

The highway and the surrounding road embankments were all flat, and there wasn't even a place to hide.

"Run! Everyone, run!"

"They're all dead! Mom, save me! Save me! I don't want to die!"

"Is this God's punishment?"

……

Witnessing the horrific state of the last two vehicles, the remaining Red Turban Army soldiers were terrified.

The Red Turban Army was not a properly trained army, so there was no concept of fighting spirit. Seeing forty or fifty brothers turn into pieces of flesh in the blink of an eye, who the hell would fight back?

The best course of action is to run away as fast as you can.

With a flick of their weapons and ammunition, they seem to have grown eight legs.

He scrambled out of the pickup truck and ran wildly towards the bushes in the opposite direction.

"The devil, the devil is coming, the devil is coming..."

"We can't escape the punishment from the Supreme God Momisha; we will all die, hahaha."

Several Red Turban soldiers who hadn't run away were clearly terrified and driven mad, muttering incoherently and even bursting into maniacal laughter.

However, whether you run or not, the outcome is the same.

It only takes three or four seconds, how far can it run?

"Bang bang bang..."

Metallic bullets swept in, like the scythe of death or the claws of a giant beast.

They easily sliced ​​through the Red Turban Army soldiers, turning their bodies into chunks of flesh; the entire process of destruction was as easy as crushing tender, fat-free tofu.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh..."

"Ah—, ah—, ah…"

The barrage of comments swept across the screen. The dozen or so Red Turban soldiers who had escaped from the pickup truck in the middle hadn't even had time to enter the bushes before they followed the Red Turban soldiers who had been there earlier.

Thick, pungent blood, sticky chunks of meat.

It was scattered all over the road and sprayed all over the roadside grass.

The pickup truck at the very front, being the furthest away, caused almost everyone to run into the bushes when the terrifying 14.8mm bullets came raining down.

However, the Type 58 twin anti-aircraft machine gun has a horizontal firing range of up to 1000 meters, and the grassland terrain is flat with nothing obstructing the view.

They run into the bushes, stand on the road, or hide behind cars.

The ending is the same.

They all become natural fertilizer.

Five more seconds passed.

"Bang bang bang... Crack! Crack!"

After roaring for nearly half a minute, the heavy twin-barreled machine gun finally emptied its ammunition box, puffs of smoke billowing from its muzzle, and finally stopped.

"Ding-dong!"

The last spent cartridge fell to the ground, landing on the mountain of spent cartridges with a crisp thud.

From this moment onward.

The whole world suddenly became unusually quiet.

The road ahead was deathly silent; it seemed impossible for anyone to be alive.

However, Jackie Chan did not stop there, nor did he rush to the highway to check the results of the battle. Instead, he picked up the SABR rifle, which had been switched to sniper mode, and aimed it again at the highway in front of him, which had become a meat grinder.

The variables on the battlefield are always unpredictable; anything can happen.

Don't be fooled by appearances. Even if your whole plan is perfect, it may still fail at the last minute.

Those who are restless and lack composure.

They often die at this very step.

If you want to walk off the battlefield upright, rather than being carried off horizontally, this is especially important if you are fighting alone.

The sun was blazing overhead.

The scorching heat is baking the earth.

"Phew~"

A gentle southeast breeze swept across the grassland.

A rustling, swaying sound arose, bringing with it a strong, pungent smell of blood.

30 seconds have passed!

On the other side of the road, in the grass, a Red Turban soldier covered in blood finally couldn't hold back any longer and stood up cautiously.

Seeing that the terrifying hail of bullets had disappeared, he turned and ran into the depths of the grassland.

Judging from his hopping and leaping running posture, the blood on him is definitely not his own; it most likely came from someone else.

Covering oneself in blood and feigning death is the most common form of disguise.

"He can even play dead, he's quite skilled at that."

Jackie Chan looked through the sniper scope at the Red Turban Army soldier running at top speed, and a smile curved his lips, but he did not fire immediately.

When we attacked the last pickup truck, all the dozen or so people inside fell down.

And they all ran into the bushes.

Because they all chose the most effective, and only, way to protect themselves in that situation: to lie down in the grass and hide themselves.

Jackie Chan could no longer see them and did not know their exact hiding place.

Jackie Chan knew perfectly well that he had killed several of them in the end.

There's one more in the grass?

more than!

There's definitely more than that!

There were still Red Turban Army soldiers who hadn't come out yet. Firing at this point would be like stirring up trouble, scaring the other Red Turban Army soldiers and making them afraid to come out and run away.

If these Red Army soldiers had crawled on the ground, they could have crawled their way out of this place.

Jackie Chan really had no choice.

The most effective way to avoid this situation is to leave a sliver of hope for the Red Turban Army, whose nerves are stretched to the limit and who are eager to leave.

Once they see a glimmer of hope for escape and a chance to survive, they will definitely stand up and run.

Crawling is just too slow!

Jackie Chan was confident enough in his marksmanship to not worry that the first Red Turban soldier to stand up and run would escape right under his nose.

Another seven or eight seconds passed.

Jackie Chan's method worked. The second Red Turban Army soldier thought he was safe, so he stood up and started running, shouting excitedly as he ran.

"Guys, they're out of bullets, run!"

He shouted excitedly.

The second Red Turban soldier closely followed the first Red Turban soldier and sprinted forward.

Until this moment.

The Red Turban Army still believed that the people who ambushed them were a group of people.

I never imagined that there was only one person lying in ambush here. Such a fierce and concentrated barrage of firepower was actually created by one person.

Upon hearing the shout of the second Red Turban soldier, two more Voldemors jumped to their feet.

He didn't even have the courage to glance back; his mind was only focused on getting away. His legs moved like lightning, and he uttered a single word:

run!

Five Red Turban Army soldiers appeared one after another, but no shots were fired, as if the ambushers had truly run out of bullets.

Time is ticking away...

One second!

Two seconds!

Despite the obstruction of the bushes making running difficult, the five Red Turban soldiers who had survived the ordeal still managed to escape very quickly.

Especially the first Red Turban Army soldier who ran ahead, was already more than 300 meters away.

Four seconds!

Five seconds!

"The group effect in psychology has been triggered. Five seconds have passed. It seems... it's about time to wrap things up."

Looking around through the sniper scope, Jackie Chan saw no more Red Turban Army soldiers appear. As he thought this, he aimed his gun at the Red Turban Army soldiers running at the front.

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang out, and the bullet flew precisely 450 meters away.

"Whoosh—Sizzle!"

The first Red Turban Army soldier, covered in blood, went limp and fell forward, disappearing from the camera's view.

With a single shot hitting the target, Jackie Chan quickly adjusted the muzzle of his gun.

Before the other Red Turban soldiers could react, they fired three more shots in quick succession, all in just over a second.

This skill of rapidly switching targets and firing continuously can only be mastered by firing tens of thousands of bullets.

As three Red Turban soldiers collapsed into the bushes, only one Red Turban soldier remained. Jackie Chan prepared to turn his gun around and kill the last Red Turban strategist.

The Red Turban Army was no longer visible in the shot; only tall grass and shrubs grew wildly.

"You reacted pretty quickly, hiding again. In that case... we'll just have to play one more round."

Jackie Chan grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and casually tossed the Sabr rifle onto the mountain of spent cartridges on the ground. He then bent down and lifted two heavy machine gun ammunition boxes.

"Click, thud!"

With both hands working, the two airborne machine gun ammunition boxes were removed simultaneously.

They replaced the two fully loaded ammunition boxes with chambered rounds.

"Bang bang bang..."

The heavy machine gun, which had only been silent for a moment, began its deathly roar once more.

but.

This time, instead of firing from left to right, they began a frenzied barrage of bullets at the approximate location where the Red Turban soldier had disappeared.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Countless supersonic high-speed machine gun missiles roared in.

In a short time.

Grass stalks flew everywhere, soil and gravel flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

(End of this chapter)