Chapter 17: Savage Collision

Long Jianhui's shouts kept coming through Zhanxiage's communicator: "Zhanxiage, take down the enemy's machine gun positions immediately!" Damn, these bastards actually have mortars and war heroes—take them out immediately! Song of Chivalrous Heroes......"
At the foot of the mountain, the enemy set up more than twenty light and heavy machine guns, forming a machine gun position. Bullets rained down on the armed police officers who had no time to dig defensive positions, leaving them unable to lift their heads. The most terrifying were the Afghan guerrillas and mercenaries mixed among these terrorists. Among them were snipers and sharpshooters, as well as mortars and grenade launchers. Within twenty minutes of the armed police clashing fire, all six main and deputy machine gunners of the armed police were killed.
Amid the creaking sounds, seven or eight terrorists pushed out a roughly handmade flat cart. When they lifted the waterproof tarp from the four-wheeled cart, Long Jianhui, holding binoculars to observe the enemy, suddenly widened his eyes. He nearly connected his vocal cords to the communicator, shouting, "Zhanxia Ge, before they launch their charge, immediately take down their high-altitude and high-level heavy machine guns!" ”
What those terrorists pushed to the front of the position was a 23mm twin-mounted dual-mounted heavy machine gun!
To facilitate smuggling this heavy weapon into China, they clearly adopted a method of breaking it into smaller parts, even abandoning the heavy base of the dual-purpose machine gun, gradually transporting necessary parts into China and reassembling them in the valley of the ice slab.
Anyone who has never been fired by a dual-purpose heavy machine gun would never understand how such a heavy weapon, which fires thirty-nine rounds per second and can directly shoot down low-flying fighter jets and cruise missiles, would create a terrifying death storm on the infantry battlefield once strafed!
A slightly hoarse voice came through the communicator: "Understood!" ”
For some reason, hearing the voice of this trainee, Zhan Xiage, Long Jianhui actually found a trace of security in his heart. It seemed that as long as Zhan Xiagege was still on that small hill 150 meters away, as long as he gave the order, there was nothing he couldn't do.
Within just twenty minutes of the battle, Long Jianhui had already issued nearly ten battle orders to Zhanxia Ge, already on par with his supreme commander. In this battle, he issued half of the total orders. No matter how difficult the orders, Zhanxia Ge always managed to complete them successfully in the shortest possible time. Long Jianhui couldn't help but think to himself, "Damn it, five-star trainees are just ...... Very useful! ”
Under the cover of dual-purpose heavy machine guns and more than twenty light machine guns, a commando team of over two hundred religious fanatics, wielding sabers and carrying AK47s and M16s, some even carrying Molotov cocktails, grenades, and homemade bombs, singing their unregretted "hymns" as they launched another attack on the Chinese army's defensive positions.
The 23mm caliber dual-purpose heavy machine gun bullets struck the hillside hard. The armed police soldiers lying behind the hillside suddenly saw a large wave of mud rising before them. Before they could figure out what was happening, the bullets from the high-level dual-purpose heavy machine gun that could directly penetrate light tank armor pierced more than a foot of soil and plunged hard into their chests.
Soldiers hit by these 23mm dual-purpose machine gun bullets, their armor—already only third-rate—looked like paper, torn apart by bullets, and then their bodies were torn apart.
"Tap-tap......"
On a small hill 150 meters from the main position, the crisp burst of squad light machine gun fire rang out, and the shooter from the Gaoping dual-purpose heavy machine gun spun and fell headfirst from the gunner's position. The co-gunner in charge of ammunition hadn't figured out what was happening when the sound of light machine gun bursting again rang out on the small hill, and the co-gunner collapsed headfirst to the ground.
It was only today that Zhao Haiping finally understood what it meant to be a top-tier sharpshooter. A squad of light machine guns had taken a light machine gun into the Heroic Singer and turned it into a rapid-fire sniper machine gun. Within a range of six hundred meters, as soon as the light machine gun in his hand fired, someone would definitely fall down the hillside.
Although Chinese soldiers couldn't see where the top commander of the thousands of mixed and miscellaneous units was, whether it was xx terrorists, Afghan guerrillas, or international mercenaries, their captains all heard an angry roar: "How many more people do you have to die to take out that sharpshooter on the hill?!" Open your eyes wide and see clearly: at least one-third of the brothers lying on the hillside were slowly and steadily shot dead by that bastard! ”
The two snipers aimed their rifles at the hill together.
The loud, passionate "hymns" echoed at the foot of the mountain. Over two hundred "jihadists," armed with a dazzling array of weapons—machetes, automatic rifles, grenades, Molotov cocktails, and homemade explosives—lined up like human walls, launching another suicide attack on the hillside.
"Calm down, calm down. If a sniper wants to make the most of their position in a position where the enemy is outnumbered and could be attacked by heavy weapons at any moment, they must calm themselves down! I had to constantly change my angle and position, dodging enemy counterattacks and delivering one unexpected yet fatal blow after another! "The war hero repeatedly repeats the sniper's combat motto in his heart, but his brother died without a burial place because he had enough time to defuse landmines. His brother is watching him from heaven, and his blood and flesh are scattered across this land of China......
Zhanxiage jumped up sharply, raising his Ban light machine gun again. He fired a brilliant burst at the "Holy War" fanatics who had already climbed halfway up the slope 150 meters away. At the same time he pulled the trigger, two snipers who had been waiting at the foot of the mountain also pulled their triggers.
Zhanxia Ge's face turned pale as he collapsed to the ground. Zhao Haiping, who was desperately digging defensive works with bayonets in the ground, dropped his work and ran over, shouting hoarsely, "Master, how are you?" ”
"Damn...... It really hurts! Zhanxiage clutched his chest and groaned, "Good thing I'm wearing a nano bulletproof vest. If it were a regular bulletproof vest, they would have already reimbursed me!" ”
Before he finished speaking, two sharp whistles rang out from the sky. Zhanxiage shouted in his heart, "Oh my god!" He braced himself the ground, and with the light machine gun in his arms, curled up into a ball and rolled down the hillside without hesitation.
Two mortar shells landed precisely where Zhan Xia Ge had just fallen, kicking up a shower of dust. Zhan Xia Ge rolled and cursed in his heart: "Damn it, which pervert gave the order? Afraid those two shots couldn't kill me, they insisted on firing two more shots!" ”
At that moment, Long Jianhui's order came through Zhanxiage's communicator: "Their dual-purpose heavy machine guns are firing again. Zhanxiage, shoot them out!" ”
On Long Jianhui's narrow hillside, the bullets were completely covered. They couldn't even lift their heads. Over twenty light machine guns, one amphibious heavy machine gun, plus over two hundred religious fanatics forming an assault formation, forming a combined network of light and heavy fire, with no blind spots or gaps. A Chinese armed police soldier pulled the fuse of a Type 79 wooden-handled grenade. His arm had just swung up, but before he could throw the grenade, a stray bullet struck his arm hard, followed by another bullet hitting the grenade.
"Boom!"
The soldier's entire arm was blown away, and his face was covered in shrapnel. He looked like a funnel, his whole body spraying blood rain. He jumped up uncontrollably and screamed in agony, but his mouth was wide open, and only half a scream escaped. His body was instantly hit by at least thirty bullets. The dual-purpose heavy machine gun swept over, and his body was sliced in two right in front of everyone.