Chapter 15: Blazing Chariot

Hundreds of "assassin organization" terrorists, Afghan guerrillas, and those international mercenary groups blinded by money rushed over in a swarm, ready to beat the fallen dog, pick up a few more heads to report back to, and exchange them for a large amount of colorful cash in dollars. When they circled an ice fault barrier, they were suddenly stunned!
Because they saw a professional soldier standing two meters tall, completely wrapped in special bulletproof vests, helmets, and shields! Standing there, this soldier looked like a tower armed to the toes, but the most terrifying thing was the machine gun in his hand—a six-barrel Vulcan gun firing 7.62mm ammunition!
Look at the Vulcan cannon's metal bullet chains, packed with neatly packed bullets that gleam sharply like shark teeth, look at the terrifying bombardment muzzle formed by six barrels of the Vulcan cannon—the terrorists charging at the front, the guerrillas, the mercenaries who have retired special forces but still stubbornly insist on risking their lives. How could they not scream hysterically, how could their eyes not be wide open, and instantly cold sweat soaking their bodies into their filthy, unwashed underwear?!
Yan Jun shouted, "Open fire!" ”
"Tap tap tap......"
Yan Jun's squad fired the light machine gun first!
May I ask, what kind of unit is the Fifth Special Forces? It was a pitifully small and elite force that was terrifyingly powerful, cultivated bit by bit by the state with vast amounts of cash and countless experienced professional soldiers, the purest killing machine!
They are super aces forged with money and experience!
When the squad's light machine gun fired, the ammunition fired wasn't Type 53 machine gun rounds, nor were the lead-filled armored shells inside copper-zinc coats. Instead, they were all special armor-piercing rounds stacked at close range, stacked together with two No. 5 bulletproof vests, which they couldn't withstand or withstand!
As soon as the gunfire rang out, the dozen or so terrorists at the front who were shouting and charging at the front fell headfirst. The angry bullets pierced through their bodies and continued flying until they struck the chest of a second man, finally coming to a complete halt.
A faint sound of an electric motor rang out, and to everyone's stunned gaze, the six-barrel barrel of the M134 Vulcan gun in Zhang Xiangyang's hand began to spin!
At this moment, don't treat Zhang Xiangshang as a person anymore. Even air-dropped light armored vehicles don't have such terrifying firepower. Even if a machine gun squad were brought in, facing Zhang Xiangyang with just one gun, they'd be dumbfounded!
NATO's 7.62mm standard caliber ammunition instantly rained down like a storm on a ragtag crowd who were already scared stiff, stunned, and driven mad.
Do you know which machine gun has the fastest firing speed in the world?
That is the U.S. Army's M134 Grint 7.62mm rapid-fire machine gun! Currently, this machine gun's maximum theoretical rate of fire reaches 6,000 rounds per minute! If the machine gun fires at a rate of 6,000 rounds per minute ± 45 degrees horizontally within 1 second, it can load one round every 3.14 meters at a distance of 200 meters.
Do you know why the M134 Glint rapid-fire machine gun is called the Vulcan gun?
Because when this six-barreled cannon fired, six of its blades spun rapidly, and the flame tongues shot out from its front looked just like the furious dragon fired from the massive Demon God's staff in the Fire God's hand!
"Rat-tat......"
The sound of machine gun fire was almost continuous without pause; bullet casings rolled through the air, tracing beautiful arcs after arcs.
Standing a full 200 centimeters tall, Zhang Xiangshang trembled violently in every muscle and hair on his body at this moment, as if he had reached the climax of lovemaking, savoring the most passionate moment of life, making him scream uncontrollably. He gripped the M134 Vulcan gun with both hands and slowly moved the muzzle toward the enemy less than a hundred meters ahead. If you could look down from above at this moment of a sniper battle with asymmetrical numbers but a fiercely matched match, you would be amazed to find a Norse mythological berserker standing proudly on the ground, wielding a several-hundred-meter-long blade-shaped flaming light blade, furiously slashing at the enemy!
Bullets cheered and lined up in the air, forming a fire dragon as thick as a bowl, clearly visible to the naked eye. Filled with their master's fury, they swept fiercely toward the enemy in front of them, already completely stunned and scared out of their wits!
The terrorists who broke through the ice crack faced a barrage of bullets with no gaps or hope of survival, being swept down like wheat harvests. Only a handful of quick-witted and skilled people recklessly collapsed to the ground. Although the people behind them stomped on their bones with a rattling sound, it was still much better than being smashed into a pile of flesh by bullets in the waist.
Yan Jun took a new magazine out of his bullet pouch, yanked the bolt hard, and shouted angrily at Zhao Haiping, "Are you fucking stupid?" Hurry up and shoot! ”
Zhao Haiping, a third-rate sniper who had only ever used the Type 85 sniper rifle and treated it like a treasure, was already dazzled by Zhanxiage's suitcase that held 22 special sniper bullets! He casually pulled out three bullets from inside and stuffed them into the magazine.
The enemy was just a hundred meters away. At this moment, all sorts of sniper scopes, temperature, wind speed, and temperature measurements were all nonsense. At this moment, both sides competed in numbers, bullet drop speed, and the spirit of 'brave men win in a narrow encounter.'
On this intense battlefield that makes your heart race and your eyes widen like a ping-pong ball, afraid you'll be smashed into a hive by enemy bullets in the blink of an eye, all you have to do is point the barrel forward and pull the trigger!
Zhao Haiping pulled the trigger hard, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think to himself, "Sigh, now the competition is about firepower suppression. If I were holding it, it would be a light machine gun, even an 85mm rifle would be fine!" ”
"Boom!!"
Although Zhao Haiping was mentally prepared, what kind of skill was this 20mm ultra-large caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle? That terrifying recoil, the roar no less than an anti-tank rocket launcher, made Zhao Haiping's ears buzz wildly, and smoke billowed over two meters high before his eyes.
Before Zhao Haiping could see his own results, he heard Yan Jun let out a wild roar: "Damn, Zhanxiage really deserved to take you as a disciple for nothing—you did it brilliantly!" With this kind of bullet, they blew them up like chaos! ”
A strong mountain wind instantly blew away all the smoke in front of Zhao Haiping. Zhao Haiping's eyes widened in shock. Those terrorists from the "assassin organization" who had just fallen to the ground, thinking they had escaped a life-or-death disaster, had even started raising their rifles to shoot, the battle-hardened Afghan guerrillas, and the mercenaries were like weak-footed shrimp whose stomachs had been kicked for life, rolling and screeching nonstop.
Their eyes bulged out like dead fish, and they grabbed their throats, their tongues sticking out from their mouths. Even from a hundred meters away, Zhao Haiping could hear their heavy breathing. Blood droplets the size of rice grains kept seeping from their bare skin, and soon they turned into a group of bloody people with blood constantly oozing from their bodies, looking utterly gruesome.
Staring at the enemy before him, now transformed into a ghost domain, with less than thirty seconds left only twitching power on the ground, Zhao Haiping was truly scared stiff! Could this really be his doing? He really just shot and killed more than twenty terrorists crowded together?!
Zhao Haiping quickly glanced at the small tag on every bullet in his suitcase. The bullet he had just fired was called a Mercury Spin Round!
This bullet uses a softer silver coating for the bullet, filled with a large amount of mercury. Once the bullet hits the target, whether it hits a hard steel plate or a rough guy's body, a silver warhead flying at the speed of six times will explode. Driven by super-strong kinetic energy, the mercury inside the warhead explodes in a radiating pattern, instantly covering an area of eight meters without distinction, delivering a fatal strike using mercury particles as a carrier!
It was only at this moment that Zhao Haiping truly understood what a large-area soft target lethal round meant for anti-materiel sniper rifles! Zhao Haiping couldn't help but feel invigorated. He quickly pulled the bolt, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger forward and fired a second round with force.
A series of screams suddenly erupted from the opposite side. If Zhao Haiping's first mercury spinning bullet was brutal, then his second bullet was called 'perverse'!
Within less than a hundred meters, the second round, a sniper rifle bullet capable of penetrating 100mm uniformly made steel armor, flawlessly pierced through six people's bodies. Those terrorists who had just been running, shouting, and laughing suddenly felt their bodies lighten. Before they could figure out what was happening, they were struck by a special armor-piercing shell a full 20 millimeters thick, delivering a spectacular, hysterical slash in half!
"Bang!"
The third ultra-large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle bullet was fired fiercely, and the entire ground suddenly trembled violently. A cloud of smoke mixed with the terrorists' severed limbs and bones shot skyward, creating a torrential rain of sand and blood in the air. The most terrifying thing was that those xx terrorists, who were clearly standing more than twenty meters away from the blast's impact range, actually collapsed to the ground. This was actually a special high-explosive fragmentation shell with even more terrifying power than an anti-tank rocket launcher, capable of splitting into nine small warheads upon hitting the target!
"I'm almost out of this box of bullets!"
Before Zhang Xiangyang finished speaking, the continuous barrage of fire from the M134 Vulcan gun in his hand fell silent, leaving only a light machine gun continuing the fire. The battle-hardened Afu guerrillas and mercenaries almost simultaneously unleashed a volley of bullets.
Standing there like a tower of honor, holding an M134 Vulcan gun like a futuristic warrior, Zhang Xiangyang was naturally the enemy's primary target. For a moment, the sound of bullets hitting his bulletproof vest echoed from his body. In just an instant, Zhang Xiangyang was hit by forty or fifty bullets. Although his nano-level bulletproof vest was thickened for stronger protection, the bullets crashed into him like a swarm of wild hornets. The pain made his whole body convulse, but he could only stand there obediently, using his body to endure the storm of bullets pouring down on him, because behind him were bullets full of bullets!
Zhang Xiangyang craned his neck and shouted wildly, "Yan Jun, cover me! I want to change the ammunition!" If they keep firing like this, my bullets won't even be loaded before they blow it up! ”
Yan Jun grabbed several grenades and, without even pulling the safety bolt, threw them forcefully forward. When he threw the last grenade nearby, an AK47 automatic rifle from a battle-hardened Afghan guerrilla on the other side fired.