Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Historic -> battlefield contractors

Chapter 6160 Assault Assault

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    Once again, the sound of gunfire exploded one after another in the Tuareg headquarters in the dark night, especially the nearest position No. 2.

    But Lin Rui didn't stop at all, because the purpose of their mission was the enemy's headquarters.  At this time, artillery fire was flying on Position 3, and bullets were pouring down like rain.

    Most of the enemy's troops are concentrated here, and their figures are as dark as ants.

    It is already dawn, and multiple combat groups of Tuareg militants are still holding on to their respective areas.

    But at this time, the defenses on the position had been basically devastated by mortar bombs.

    Position 2 lost the protection of the checkpoint, and the original Tuareg combat team now only had a dozen people.

    The Tuareg officer holding a light machine gun, the turban on his head was stained with blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was shooting wildly at Mali halfway up the mountain.

    "Come on! If you are not afraid of death, just come up and take a shot!" roared the Tuareg militants in the other two trenches who were responsible for using grenade bombing to block the enemy's footsteps.

    They have also used up all the grenades long ago.  At this time, they were also constantly aiming and shooting at the Malian soldiers with rifles.

    Nearly all of these four people were injured, but there was no look of fear on their faces. Instead, there was a hint of madness and anger in their eyes.

    "These nomads are indeed fierce. They repeatedly pull the bolt, load the gun, aim and shoot. Now they can't see anything except the enemy, and one word keeps repeating in their mind.  Kill, kill, kill!  !

    The soldiers of the Malian army placed the light machine gun at the highest point of the position and fired it condescendingly at the Tuareg people in front. Although the barrel of the gun was already hot, they still had no intention of stopping.

    His finger pulled the trigger all the way, and after continuing to fire for two seconds, the gun suddenly stopped firing.

    The Malian soldier realized instantly that he was out of bullets, so he quickly removed the magazine from his waist.

    Before he had time to load the magazine, several Tuaregs in front of him were swiveling their arms. He was too familiar with that posture, which was the posture of preparing to throw a grenade.

    In order to shorten the distance and easily throw grenades to cause damage, these Tuareg militants put their trenches at the forefront of their positions. Shortening the distance means they can throw grenades into their trenches.

    "Damn it!" Anker cursed angrily in the flash of lightning, quickly raised the assault rifle placed on the trench, stood up and quickly pulled the trigger at several Tuareg militants.

    Bang bang bang!  Three bullets were fired at the enemy in succession. At this distance, his shooting skills were quite accurate. Basically, the bullets hit the target, and they were all locked on the enemy's chest.

    Three of them fell to the ground without even having time to throw the grenades in their hands.

    Lin Rui secretly applauded, this Anker did not participate in the joint anti-terrorism training in vain.

    Anker then continued to aim at the last enemy soldier who threw the grenade and pulled the trigger, but a gunshot sounded at the next moment. He caused his arm to move upwards with the muzzle of the gun subconsciously, and fired.  The deformation of his posture caused the shot to deviate directly from his original trajectory.

    "Uh!" Blood began to gush from his arm, collecting along Anker's skin at his elbow, and began to fall toward the trench.

    Anker cursed angrily and frowned, beads of sweat instantly spread on his forehead. Judging from the pain on his arm, it was probably just a flesh wound grazed by a bullet, but he didn't have time to care about the injury on his arm now, because there were still  An enemy that threw a grenade was not killed.

    So Anker quickly held the gun under the assault rifle with his left hand, squinted one eye and began to aim, quickly finding the remaining target.

    But at this moment, a series of violent explosions sounded, and the location of the explosion was halfway up the mountain. It was obvious that Anker had just knocked down the grenade that the three militants had not had time to throw.

    For a moment, gunpowder smoke and dust erupted in an instant, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

    But at this moment, a closer explosion sounded in his ears. An ominous premonition rose in Anker's heart, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

    Anker didn¡¯t even have time to finish wrapping the bullet belt, so he grabbed the assault rifle on the side and moved a few meters to the right side of the trench. After changing his position, he raised his head and looked towards the source of the explosion.  Just this glance made his heart drop.?The front line of the position.

    With the firepower of his assault rifle, it is extremely difficult to stop the enemy, but Lin Rui is still like a tightly operating machine, constantly repeating the shooting action.

    And you have to change locations to fire two shots. After all, there are only a few firepower points on the entire position. Although it is from a commanding position, it is extremely easy for the enemy to focus fire on a single target.

    Lin Rui's current purpose is to delay. As long as he delays the enemy until the remaining members of the combat team withdraw, he can implement the three-three tactics, and then continue to organize a counterattack as much as possible.

    If we can delay the men led by the 3rd combat team to return for reinforcements, we can defeat the Tuareg again and launch a new charge!

    Just as Lin Rui was squatting in the trench and loading bullets into his rifle, several loud gunshots rang out. Although mixed with the chaotic noise on the battlefield, such huge gunshots were still extremely distinct.

    Tuareg militants do not have large-caliber sniper rifles on the battlefield. This is a weapon equipped by the mercenaries of the Trident Military Company and cannot belong to the enemy.  In this way, they are reinforcements

    No, that¡¯s not right!  Lin Rui's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had noticed something terrifying, and his pupils suddenly shrank, because the gunshots that rang out again came from the front of the position.

    "Someone didn't evacuate?!" Lin Rui felt as if someone had punched him hard twice, causing him to feel a little palpitated.

    He reacted instantly, picked up his rifle and lay down on the trench.  Lin Rui looked forward, aiming directly to knock down an enemy who was about to climb up the fortifications. While loading the bullet, he scanned the battlefield.

    The next moment, the gunfire of the sniper rifle rang out again, and Lin Rui accurately captured the position where the gunshot came from, which was between the 2nd combat group and the 3rd combat group.  That spot was one of the evacuation passages toward the trenches on the mountain, and not only that, it was a straight uphill passage.

    No matter what the reason is for the sniper to stagnate in the evacuation channel, if the enemy climbs the forward defenses, then the people in the channel will not have any cover and will be directly exposed to the enemy's gunfire!

    "This means that the sniper there, if it's not Eric, is Viper Yelena, no, no" Lin Rui felt his whole body tense up, and his whole body was like an electric shock.  His hair stood on end after being hit. He picked up his gun and started firing wildly at the enemy soldiers who were trying to climb up the construction fortifications.  

    But what he had in his hand was just an assault rifle, not a light machine gun with a capacity of 50 rounds of continuous fire.

    Facing the tide of enemy troops, Lin Rui's back seemed so small at this time, so full of ambition but insufficient strength.  The cold sweat on his forehead was sliding down his cheeks, and he quickly wiped it with his blood-soaked sleeve.

    But when he saw the densely packed enemy troops climbing over the construction fortifications in front of the position, Lin Rui could not help but feel his heart palpitate. He knew in his heart that once these people climbed over, the comrades in the evacuation channel would definitely die!

    But how can he stop several times the enemy forces with his own strength?  Slowly, the first militant climbed up the fortifications, the second, the third

    Lin Rui finally felt nervous.  With red eyes, he let out bursts of roars and pulled the trigger frantically, but he could not kill all the Tuareg people no matter what. He could only watch them rush into the position quickly.

    Lin Rui cursed, slapped another magazine, stood up decisively and rushed forward.  Because he knows that once a sniper falls into close combat, he will be extremely passive.

    ((Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report