Chapter 21: War Expert

"What kind of gang are they!" The mercenary captain spat out a mouthful of saliva and shouted, "Pah!" I've never seen such a petty loser. With such magnanimity, he wants to divide someone else's territory, and with such a trick, he dares to call himself a terrorist and even wants to establish a country? Seeing that my mercenary group could no longer fulfill the task of suppressing the Chinese Air Force, those stingy guys actually resorted to killing me just to save me millions of dollars in commission! In their minds, the best option is to take me out with you, then announce to the mercenary world that we will perish together, and naturally save millions of dollars in reward! ”
Zhan Xiage's eyes widened as well. He had heard of internal rebellion, but never expected that the terrorists of the 'Assassin Organization' would use such pure and direct rebellion before completing their mission. It truly opened his eyes. Compared to the Italian Mafia, which are ruthless but can spend lavishly to maintain integrity, China's "assassin organizations" feel like kids who haven't grown up at all, clinging to their own "treasure chest" and acting stingy, afraid others will get a share of the pie!
You want the horse to run, yet you want it not to eat grass—how could that make sense in this world?!
If it's not top-tier international mercenaries whose pay is almost astronomical at a glance, what unit could possibly stand shoulder to shoulder with the third five-star outstanding trainee in the history of the Fifth Special Forces?!
The enemy had just fired over a hundred bullets at them—each one deadly, absolutely not fake. After much thought, Zhanxiage slowly lowered the Stinger surface-to-air missile launcher from his shoulder. The mercenary captain, a few meters away, let out a heavy sigh and immediately put down the Amsco MGL 40mm grenade launcher in his hand, showing his sincerity.
Feeling the killing intent on the other side diminish sharply, Zhanxiage and the mercenary captain both breathed a huge sigh of relief. Both reached out to wipe the sweat from their foreheads, but their left hands only slightly lifted, then shocked back to the weapons in their arms, watching the other cautiously.
Those who have never experienced life-and-death battles with equally matched masters on the battlefield cannot understand the terrifying psychological and physical pressure they inflict on each other! Facing a professional expert whose strength was infinitely close to his own, already on the same level, all the military techniques he thought were a one-shot kill felt like hitting a cold wall, silently repelled. No matter how he dodged or tried hard, he had already used all his strength, yet the opponent's attacks always seemed like the scythe of death, relentlessly chasing after him, and any slight lapse would mean instant death.
In this life-or-death battle between experts, the intense thrill of heart-clenching and intense contraction, the feeling of exhausting all strength yet unable to seriously harm the opponent, is a huge blow to every professional soldier's overconfident self-confidence. Yet at the same time, it is a necessary step for professional soldiers to break free from bottlenecks, climb to new heights, and open another door!
At this moment, both Zhanxiage and the mercenary captain carried a cautious, respectful, and hostile attitude. They were like two snarly stinging beasts covered in spikes. Facing immense pressure, they wanted to fight side by side, back-to-back. They both understood that if they didn't put away their spikes, they would only stab each other until they bled. But they didn't dare put away the spikes protecting them all at once; they could only relax bit by bit, after testing each other, and relax again.
Listening to the increasingly close gunfire, both Zhanxiage and the mercenary captain knew that the six Chinese Air Force bombers had already emptied all their cannon ammunition and bombs and were beginning to return. Meanwhile, a group of elite terrorists from the "assassin organization" who would ruthlessly kill "their own people" to save money are firing at them while closing in.
"Hey!" Zhanxiage suddenly asked, "How many grenades are left in your grenade launcher?!" ”
The mercenary captain didn't lower his head. He weighed the grenade launcher in his hand and replied, "There should be three more rounds!" ”
"Plus, in the poison-type surface-to-air missile I'm carrying, we only have four shells!" Zhanxiage tilted his head, listening carefully to the chaotic burst of automatic rifle fire and footsteps, and said, "But the enemies we need to deal with are twelve to fifteen!" ”
When it came to the enemy they had to face together, the hostility between them greatly diminished. The mercenary captain simply put away the Amst MGL 40mm grenade launcher in his hand. With the insight and skill of a professional expert, he disassembled the launcher and quickly checked the condition of three forty mm grenades. He said in a deep voice, "There are fourteen in total!" Among them, eight were armed with AK-47s, two with M16s, and two bastards carrying only self-defense pistols, but under no circumstances should they get close. One of these two guys was carrying a grenade covered in steel balls. If he threw even one of them, either of us would be seriously injured if we survived. There's another thing—I can clearly see he's strapped to TNT explosives. It's probably the terrorists' favorite thing to use as some so-called human bomb! ”
Sensing Zhanxiage looking at him with a puzzled gaze, the mercenary captain gave a wry smile and said, "Those damn bastards have been following us tightly from the start, and a few cold breaths flashed in their eyes from time to time, making us team members extremely annoyed!" At first, I thought they wanted to follow us all the way, learn some special operations techniques and experience, and then learn how to conduct air defense with limited weapons. Now I suddenly realize that these guys had long been prepared to buy off our remaining millions in commission payments! And these fourteen were the ones responsible for wiping out our mercenary group, which only had six participants, in one fell swoop afterward! ”
"Heh, don't say their preparations are really thorough!" Zhanxiage finally smiled too, "Of the six of you, two will carry Stinger surface-to-air missiles, which are basically useless in close-quarters combat. It's like fourteen people can take you four and catch them off guard. Once they open fire, they can kill at least three of you." And they're worried your mercenary team might turn things around, so they've specially prepared a grenadier and a self-destruct soldier. ”
The mercenary captain rubbed his nose and whispered, "that girl!" ”
The mercenary captain's eyes widened in shock, because in such a short time, Zhanxiage had actually used a long strip of shrapnel picked up from the ground to make a rough screwdriver and dismantled his Stinger-style surface-to-air missile launcher. At such a critical moment, Zhanxiage actually destroyed the only weapon in his hand! The mercenary captain was so angry his tongue went numb, and he stammered, "You...... You ...... What are you doing?! ”
"This is a Stinger surface-to-air missile launcher, not a shoulder-mounted Stinger rocket launcher!"
The warrior singer used both feet and feet, rapidly modifying and installing the so-called world's most advanced and precise Stinger surface-to-air missile launcher. Without looking up, he said, "I need to make a few minor modifications to this launcher. At least when it becomes a surface-to-surface missile, its accuracy and explosive power will be slightly higher!" ”
The mercenary captain's mouth dropped open. If it weren't for Zhanxiage demonstrating the combat skills of a top-tier professional soldier on the battlefield, and now it wouldn't be a joke, and certainly not the time to turn his weapon into scrap metal, he really wanted to jump up and point at Zhanxiage and curse him for bragging without even a plan!
"Stinger single-man guided surface-to-air missiles have been around for so many years. No matter how advanced their technology is, it's no longer a secret to our country's military research departments!" Zhanxiage said casually, "As a single-soldier weapon, its structure is actually very simple. After all the calculations, the only troublesome thing is the core guidance chip. Otherwise, if I kept grinding it myself, I could have made one!" ”
The mercenary captain had to admit that he had truly been taken advantage of by this Chinese soldier before him, but he couldn't help but believe the words of a professional soldier who could disassemble a Stinger-style air-to-air guided missile like a toy, who knows what he had done to it, and then quickly put it back together!
This is what truly Chinese weapons experts have trained!
Zhanxiage tossed the modified Stinger-type surface-to-ground missile launcher to the mercenary captain. He quickly sketched a sketch on the ground and whispered, "There are fourteen enemies in total, flanking us at a thirty-five degree angle." Those two carried self-defense pistols but carried weapons capable of leaving both of us dead. The one carrying an offensive, high-density soft-kill grenade should be at the front of the group, while the self-destruct soldier, before the battle was clear, had no reason to rush forward to die, so he should be at the very back of the group. ”
"The MGL 40mm grenade launcher you have is semi-automatic, with a theoretical maximum rate of fire of sixty rounds per minute, but in actual combat, from my perspective, firing twenty-five rounds per minute is already the limit. Plus, you don't have enough ammo, so each shot has to be aimed at the most people. I'll count as firing one every five seconds! "In an environment where bullets fly everywhere, snow, and ice chips, Zhanxiage can actually calm down and think," the grenade in your MGL 40mm howitzer clearly incorporates the ejection principle developed over years by Belgium's PRB company, incorporating high and low pressure effects. Compared to ordinary same-caliber grenades, its lethality and coverage density increase by at least thirty-five percentage points! I'll just assume you can use these three grenade launchers to kill six terrorists and seriously injure two terrorists! ”
The warrior singer pointed and swiped out eight dots representing fourteen terrorists from his sketch. He reached out and casually brushed off an AK-47 rifle bullet that had struck the ice, somersaulted before finally landing on his shoulder, and said, "At this point, when the enemy faces your suppressive sub-heavy firepower, they've learned their lesson. It's time to lie down and let you use my modified Stinger-style ground-to-ground single-soldier guided rocket launcher. That's really putting you in too much trouble. I'll just set you the target to eliminate one terrorist!" ”
The mercenary captain kept screaming for help in his heart, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead because he realized a fact he couldn't accept but had to admit: if he were allowed to lead a special operations unit, and this Chinese soldier brought an equal number and quality unit, allowing them to freely engage in fire, he would have no chance of defeating such a special operations commander!
Now, the mercenary captain was filled with a big question mark: how many of the absolute freak-level professional soldiers like Zhanxiage had actually been trained in the Chinese military?!
But the last sentence of the war hero song completely sent this battle-hardened professional soldier into a dizzying abyss: "Hmm, five left!" That suicide soldier who was trained every day to perish with others was 100% a religious fanatic. At most, he was sent to an Afghan terrorist base for three weeks of terrorist training. And most of the time was probably spent learning how to make homemade bombs, how to design timed, self-igniting bombs. If someone like this wants to commit suicide, he'll have to sing hymns on the battlefield, recite the Bible in his mind, secrete a lot of bile, and use a pistol in such a frenzy. Even shooting at targets fifty meters away can cause huge errors. So, this military objective can be ignored for now! Calculated this way, there are only four targets left to eliminate in one go! ”