Chapter 15: Blazing Chariot

With a "crack," a terrifying sound came from Yan Jun's right arm as bones were shattered by a bullet. Blood spurted from his arm. The grenade in Yan Jun's hand, which had already removed the safety and hadn't yet been thrown, involuntarily loosened. But before the grenade hit the ground, Yan Jun stretched out his left hand, caught the grenade at the critical moment, and threw it fiercely again.
Yan Jun grabbed the light machine gun, braced the stock with his right shoulder, pulled the trigger with his left hand, and the gun's sound rang out again, firing several beautiful bursts.
"Boom!"
"Boom!!"
"Boom!!"
……
The grenade exploded into a cloud of smoke and snow, successfully blocking the enemy's view. Yan Jun shouted, "Zhang Xiangyang, don't just stand there—crouch down and load your ammunition!" Zhao Haiping, come cover Zhang Xiangyang with me! ”
"Smack!"
Zhang Xiangyang's bulletproof helmet made a crisp sound, and a shocking bullet mark appeared on the helmet glass cover. Zhang Xiangyang's towering body suddenly stiffened. No matter how rigorous the training, anyone would feel briefly dizzy when their bulletproof helmet was hit by a sniper rifle bullet. Before he could steady himself, a hail of bullets came from opposite directions. Zhao Haiping could clearly hear a terrifying sound of special porcelain shards on Zhang Xiangyang's body, like popping beans, automatically shattering to neutralize the bullet's energy.
The enemy on the opposite side also threw more than a dozen grenades in succession, mixed with two smoke grenades. The smoke and the massive exploding snow once again obscured the view of both sides. At the moment the grenades hit the ground and exploded, Yan Jun saw a special operations team of twelve professional soldiers using various terrain and superb military techniques to continuously flank and press toward them.
Yan Jun's pupils contracted instantly. A ragtag group of xx terrorists wasn't scary; what was truly frightening was the well-trained, battle-experienced, professional special forces unit that gradually built team chemistry through artillery fire and fighting!
Judging by their equipment, they were basically a special operations squad that was a long-range assault and reconnaissance team without supporting enemy lines! Besides each carrying pistols and rifles, the four-person fire suppression team also carried a SAW machine gun, an M203 grenade launcher, and a sniper rifle!
In this open area with a vertical drop of less than twenty meters per kilometer, both sides had almost no cover. These twelve men were divided into two-person scout units, two fire suppression teams, and one two-person command group, forming a double-arrow attack formation, covering each other from left and right to flank them.
Two scouts stayed at the front of the battlefield, rapidly advancing with crawling movements while raising their automatic rifles and firing forward. The No. 1 Fire Support Team, formed by four members, set up a 7.62mm SAW machine gun and two rifles, and fiercely unleashed ammunition at Yan Jun and his group. On this uncovered, uncovered snowy plain, both sides competed in bullet drop speed. The fire network formed by four rifles and one machine gun was so severe that it was impossible to lift their heads.
The captain of this mercenary special operations squad led the No. 2 fire support team, flanking from the right flank of the battlefield toward them. Once they entered the effective combat zone, they would inevitably face more than two attack fronts. By then, even if Zhang Xiangshang succeeded in changing the bullet chain, with just one M134 Vulcan gun fighting on both the front and right flank, his firepower and attention would inevitably be scattered!
Most importantly, if this special operations squad were allowed to deploy a double-arrow formation, they could use the double firepower points to compensate for the lack of a small arms fire network. On this plain with no cover, they would have no fire dead spots, completely cutting off Yan Jian's chance of retreat.
Yan Jun shouted loudly, "Old Zhang, hurry up and we're about to be surrounded by the enemy!" ”
"Alright!"
Zhang Xiangyang had just raised his M134 Vulcan, but before he could pull the trigger, Yan Jun jumped up, crashing into him like a cannonball. Zhang Xiangyang, eyes wide open, was caught off guard and knocked down hard by Yan Jun. The two of them, clutching an M134 Vulcan, crashed heavily to the ground and rolled together.
"Brush ......"
A grenade grazed the two of them, and the scorching shockwave as the warhead sliced through the air at high speed made every hair on their spines stand on end. The grenade struck a slope more than fifty meters behind them, sending up a large cloud of snow. Yan Jun shouted hoarsely, "They're at the 2:30 direction!" Zhao Haiping, you should blow up that M203 grenade launcher right now! ”
Seeing Zhao Haiping frantically loading bullets into the magazine, Yan Jun drew his rapid-fire self-defense pistol with his left hand and fired continuously at the enemy. Six or seven xx terrorists following behind the mercenary special operations unit, wanting to take advantage but lacking the same military skills and experience, suddenly felt their vision go black and collapsed with deep bullet holes between their foreheads.
Yan Jun pulled the trigger of his pistol while shouting angrily, "Zhao Haiping, what the hell are you doing?" Your instructors are all pigs! You're a complete fool! Do you know what a firepower substitute is? With our two machine guns taking turns firing their rounds, you bastard's magazine is actually empty too! ”
Zhao Haiping had to admit that Yan Jun was the fastest person he had ever seen with a pistol in his life!
Zhang Xiangyang shouted, "Old Yan, watch out for the grenade launcher on the right wing, he's about to fire again!" ”
Yan Jun quickly turned the barrel around. Before the muzzle fully landed on the M203 grenade launcher, he pulled the trigger. But the barrel echoed with a terrifying sound of a thrust pin hitting the air. Yan Jun's eyes widened as he watched the enemy standing over a hundred meters away clutching the M203 grenade launcher with a smug smile on his face as he pulled the trigger at them. He couldn't help but shout, "Damn, this is doomed!" ”
"Bang!"
The soldier holding the M203 grenade launcher fell headfirst, a bullet hole appearing in his forehead—it was Zhao Haiping who had dropped his large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle and used his Type 85 sniper rifle to silence the grenade launcher with a single shot at the most critical moment!
Yan Jun shouted loudly, "Well done!" ”
"I'm not a damn pig!"
Zhao Haiping quickly turned his gun. Over a hundred meters away, a sniper from the enemy's first fire support team had just turned his gun when he saw through the sniper scope the cold yet fervent eyes of Zhao Haiping. Then, the Type 85 sniper rifle in Zhao Haiping's hand, costing only 2,500 RMB, suddenly shot up a cloud of smoke. He heard the sound of his rifle's scope shattering, then his vision went black—he knew nothing.
Zhao Haiping shouted, "I, Old Zhao, may not be as good as soldiers like you, but I am also a true sharpshooter!" I can't say for the distant range, but within 800 meters, if I use a Type 85 sniper rifle, I can just aim and shoot! ”
Before he finished speaking, a burst of SAW machine gun bullets came crashing down. Zhao Haiping watched helplessly as his treasured Type 85 sniper rifle was turned into a chunk of scrap metal by enemy bullets. On his steel helmet, two "clang" sounds rang out, as if someone had struck his head hard twice with a wooden stick, making him dizzy and dizzy.
Yan Jun dropped his empty-fired self-defense pistol and, with his left hand, helped Zhang Xiangyang firmly hold onto the M134 Vulcan gun, shouting, "Open fire immediately, suppress their firepower!" ”
"Rat-tat-tat......"
After less than a minute of pause, Zhao Haiping felt as if the century-long sound of the M134 Vulcan shelling finally rang out again. Zhang Xiangyang and Yan Jun, two of China's most elite Fifth Special Forces soldiers, lay on the ground, using their three hands to support the M134 Vulcan gun as the strongest and most stable support. Amid the flying shell casings, a visibly visible fire dragon with a bowl-shaped mouth crashed fiercely into the mercenary special forces heading at a speed of 800 meters per second.
Scouts and the first fire support team, facing a Vulcan cannon at such close range, their fate was predictable. Those xx terrorists who had followed behind the mercenary special operations squad hoping to take advantage left behind dozens of corpses and retreated like a tide. As for those Afghan guerrilla fighters with rich combat experience who had fought nine years of the "holy war" against the Soviet army and knew well that when faced with the enemy's superior firepower, they would hide and play the role of insignificant turtles when necessary, they all remained silent.
The other two international mercenary captains repeatedly used signal signals to their own teammates. The Chinese army's firepower was fierce, but their greatest strength came from the M134 Vulcan gun, which could only be described as abnormal, firing more fiercely than a machine gun squad. The biggest advantage of this Vulcan cannon is its fast firing rate. In close-range combat, combined with Zhang Xiangyang's body-defense vest, shield, and helmet that ordinary bullets can't penetrate, it is purely a fortress of war. However, its biggest drawback is its fast firing rate, high ammo consumption, and the time it takes to change the magazine chain is several times longer than replacing a regular rifle's magazine!
In close combat, the speed at which you change bullets marks the line between survival and death!
At this moment, on a hillside 150 meters away, an ambush and counter-ambush battle between the Chinese Armed Police squad and nearly a thousand terrorists began.
Facing the terrorists suddenly appearing before them, loudly singing "hymns," armed with AK rifles, M16 rifles, old-fashioned rifles and homemade guns with a history of forty or fifty years that require pulling the bolt every bullet fired, and even charging across the hills with only a large machete, the armed police officers and soldiers with no real battlefield experience were stunned. In their life experiences, or perhaps even in their dreams, an ambush against terrorists would turn into a defensive battle against a few against many, without suitable sniper positions.
At this moment, the difference between the Armed Police and regular troops in a hasty operation became apparent. Before Long Jianhui had even given the order to open fire, a soldier couldn't withstand the pressure and pulled the trigger of his squad's light machine gun. When the crisp sound of machine gun fire rang out, the soldiers, already tense to the limit, seemed to find an outlet for their fear and pulled the trigger together.
The Type 85 rifle, Type 56 submachine gun, and Squad's light machine guns rained down like a storm, but the enemy used a purely herding attack, with each person at a distance exceeding three meters. Driven by instinct, the Armed Police soldiers often aimed a dozen guns at the very front target at the front. After a fierce burst of gunfire, only a few dozen enemies fell!
Long Jianhui reached out and grabbed an armed police soldier who was changing magazines, shouting, "Report to me immediately how much ammunition you have left!" ”
"I used a magazine while ambushing terrorists outside the valley, and I used another just now!" The armed police soldier reported, "I still have a magazine on me, and with the one I just switched to, that's all there are two!" ”