Chapter 11: Ballistic Traceless

The distance between life and death was just a moment when it might have been just 0.01 seconds, and he received the judgment of the god of death!
"Boom!"
The high-explosive incendiary bombs designed for the original WWII German fighter machine guns, capable of causing massive damage to soft targets, struck the rocky beach where Amirali had just passed. A cloud of smoke shot into the sky, and the solid combustion medium mixed with magnesium powder, centered on the bomb point, instantly unleashed indiscriminate flames over several meters around.
Watching Amirali, burning with fire, tumbling into the ditch where the landmine was set by Zhanxia Ge, Zhao Haiping almost jumped up to cheer: "We did it!" ”
But just then, Zhao Haiping heard the command from Zhanxiage: "Pursue!" ”
Under Zhao Haiping's stunned gaze, Zhanxiage was holding his 26-kilogram large-caliber anti-materiel rifle in his left hand, while his right hand drew the MP5 submachine gun he had been tucking into his back, jumped out of hiding, and sprinted forward at a terrifying leopard-like speed.
The landmine in that ditch...... No explosion!
Before Amirali rolled into the ditch, Zhanxiage clearly saw through the sniper scope the military knife he had drawn and sliced through his burning robe. For someone who is performing a series of difficult military evasions to perform such a timely self-rescue move only shows that this Amira not only possesses military skills no less impressive than the War Hero Song but also possesses a mind that remains calm in the midst of panic.
For someone like him, once he jumped into a ditch that could provide him with cover, unless he happened to step right on a landmine planted by the Song of the Battle Hero, the chance of hitting him again was pitifully slim!
Long Jianhui roared angrily, blasting into Zhanxiage's ears from the communicator: "What's going on?" Why didn't they hit the target?! ”
Zhanxiage sprinted with all his might while quickly replying, "Expert!" The opponent is a true expert in sniping and counter-sniping! I'm sure he already knew we were going to snipe him before we acted! ”
"Nonsense! This operation was carefully arranged. Except for a very few core figures, all participants were ...... until the operation began," Long Jianhui said, suddenly realizing: "Damn it, it's radio!" Everyone, immediately switch radio frequencies! Shen Hao, Shen Hao, how are things on your end? Why is your organization's firepower so scattered? Why does your unit fight like a pile of scattered sand?! ”
Just as three sniper rifles fired simultaneously, kicking off the ambush, the Afghan female guerrilla holding a rocket launcher suddenly raised her hand and fired a shot!
This shot was definitely not without purpose. Shen Hao suddenly felt a flash of redness and heat before his eyes, a wave of heat mixed with the scorching metallic scent swept over him, causing him to involuntarily tumble twice. A squad leader shouted hoarsely, "Quick, men! The squad leader has been hit by ......!"
He had barely finished shouting when suddenly a spray of blood burst from the squad leader's forehead. A team doctor heard the gunfire and hurried over, carrying a first aid kit and bending over. Seeing the squad leader lying in a pool of blood, and then glancing at Shen Hao, who was knocked out by the blast, he couldn't help but gasp. He had just taken out a hemostatic bandage from the kit and slightly raised his body, when suddenly a gunshot rang out at the foot of the mountain. The team doctor's eyes widened in disbelief, reaching out to touch his head where blood was gushing out. After a full fifteen or sixteen seconds, he suddenly collapsed headfirst to the ground.
The veteran Afghan guerrilla at the front, who looked to be fifty-six years old, calmly put down the smoke-filled old rifle in his hand. The entire guerrilla team began to fight back while quickly retreating.
Without systematic command, the Armed Police squad was in chaos, centered around veterans, squad leaders, and platoon leaders, each fighting their own battles, unable to exert sufficient density of firepower against the loosely organized terrorists and Afghan guerrillas within 500 meters.
Long Jianhui shouted hoarsely, "Machine gunner! What are you doing? Shoot for me!" "Give me that damn Afghan guerrilla ...... first."
Long Jianhui suddenly saw a pair of eyes—the female guerrilla fighter, shorter than a rocket launcher, was glaring at him coldly, and at the same time pointing at him, was the rocket launcher on the shoulder of this goddess gunner!
"Damn!"
Long Jianhui let out an angry roar, his whole body shooting forward like an arrow released from a bow. At the same time, the rocket launcher on the shoulder of the Afghan guerrilla goddess gunner's shoulder suddenly erupted with a burst of scorching flames. The rocket traced a straight tail line through the air at lightning speed, shooting fiercely toward Long Jianhui, who was 200 meters away.
"Boom!"
A cloud of smoke suddenly shot up from Long Jianhui's command position. The goddess gunner stood there in a daze. The gray-haired old man, possibly the guerrilla commander, slapped her the shoulder. The goddess gunner lay flat on her back like a sack. The rocket launcher in her hand, which had cut off the highest command system of the armed police squad before the ambush even began, slammed heavily onto the hard ground with a crisp "clang." It was only then that the guerrilla captain was shocked to discover a deep bullet hole on the forehead of the goddess gunner!
The moment she pressed the rocket launcher button in her hand, Long Jianhui's automatic rifle shot up like lightning, firing a bullet at her. If you want to attack the instructor of the Fifth Special Forces, you have to risk your life first!
The guerrilla captain's face changed drastically. He shouted at the top of his lungs, and a group of guerrilla fighters suddenly spun around and fled.
But it was already too late!
Long Jianhui shook off the dirt and two leaves from his head and shouted into the communicator's microphone, "All special operations members, concentrate your firepower and strangle this guerrilla team for me!" Let them escape alone, and you all buy me a block of tofu and ram them to death!" ”
"Rat-tat-tat......"
Two M134 improved single-man six-barrel Vulcan guns capable of firing seven to eight hundred rounds per minute, two squad light machine guns providing suppressive firepower, and more than twenty automatic rifles loaded with special steel-core bullets, all aimed at the Afghan guerrillas, instantly unleashing a torrent of steel like a raging storm.
At this moment, it felt as if the air was about to be scorched red by bullets. Bullets visible to the naked eye and invisible bullets whizzed through the air, from every angle and direction, carrying the anger of the new generation of soldiers of the Republic, the mission of the new generation of soldiers, and the noble duty of the nation and its new generation of soldiers. In the face of the armed bandits invading China, a death net with no gaps or hope of life was formed.
At that moment, the Death God was overjoyed. He was so happy he jumped and jumped, swinging his large scythe, mercilessly harvesting lives. Each time he swung the scythe hard, a spray of black blood erupted in the air!
Pulling the trigger on innocent people, dropping bombs on innocent cities, committing countless atrocities—if not black, then what color is such blood?!
Faced with such a relentless hail of shells, and twenty-four soldiers from the Fifth Special Unit—who had undergone the world's strictest special training and could be called sharpshooters—the dozen or so Afghan guerrilla fighters were instantly shattered. Among them, only the oldest and most experienced captain managed to escape the life-or-death crisis by darting into a cave at the first moment.
The Afghan guerrilla captain was panting heavily, clutching the old rifle that had accompanied him through nine years of self-defense counterattacks. But the old comrade who had once brought him honor and witnessed the final victory in the "holy war" could no longer give him any sense of security. With his rich life and combat experience, it's clear that Chinese soldiers have gone mad!
Yes, the battle hadn't even started yet, twenty-five Fifth Special Forces cadets were already crazy!
After seeing so many bloody incidents in China, seeing so many horrific photos, if he doesn't flee with rage and murderous intent, he's not a man, and he doesn't deserve to be part of the Fifth Special Forces. Such trash, this trash, this man who isn't a man has long been scared back to grandma's house by the Fifth Special Forces' perverted training!
The Afghan guerrilla captain carefully poked his foot out of his cave. At that moment, he suddenly witnessed the most shocking and final scene of his life!
A Chinese soldier about 190 centimeters tall, an outstanding cadet of the Fifth Special Forces with five brass medals pinned to his uniform collar, carries a 26-kilogram ultra-large caliber sniper rifle in his left hand, capable of piercing 100mm uniform steel armor, and carries a MP5 micro submachine gun for counter-terrorism SWAT officers, nicknamed the "shotgun" by professional soldiers and a machine that makes him stunned and obsessed with bulletproof vests. He looks like a horned stallion, a Spanish bull that has gone mad. With a relentless, relentless and brutal killing intent, he stepped onto the ground, and with a thunderous boom like war drums, swept across like a storm.
"Rat-tat-tat......"
A burst of flames suddenly burst from the MP5 micro submachine gun in Zhanxiage's right hand. Amid the lively jumping of bullet casings, this veteran guerrilla fighter—who had been subjected to Soviet artillery fire, relentlessly hunted by Apache, and bombed and swept by T72 tanks, never got killed, didn't get killed, didn't get killed, and didn't talk about oil stings with the world. His body twitched uncontrollably, his eyes instantly bulging as big as ping pong balls, spitting, sweat, snot, tears, blood, and urine...... Anyway, anything that could flow from his body was uncontrollable at this moment, splattering out in a rush. Combined with the twelve bullet holes on his chest that were happily gushing out little blood fountains, it looked indescribably spectacular and pitiful.
As the saying goes, the waves behind drive the old. A veteran guerrilla expert was instantly turned into a honeycomb by a five-star soldier from the Fifth Special Forces who had just stepped onto the battlefield, baring his fangs.
At this moment, Long Jianhui's eyes widened as he hoarsely shouted, "Zhanxia Ge, are you fucking crazy?" You're an ultra-long-range sniper—how the hell did you end up rushing into the battlefield first?! ”
"I still have one sniper rifle bullet left unfired!" Zhanxiage shouted wildly, "Instructor, this is my first time carrying out orders. I absolutely cannot let myself fail!" I want to see whether the last kinetic round in my magazine, which can reach six times the speed of sound, is faster, or the Amirali is faster! If he really can run faster than the bullets I shoot, then from now on I'll no longer be surnamed Zhan. I'll take his surname A, and I'll call him 'damn Axiage!' ”