1109: Chapter 1046: Night Battle!
Bombardnt!
1109: Chapter 1046: Night Battle!
Bombardnt!
The battle erupted!
Militants who had just been bombarded by a wave of airstrikes were completely infuriated.
Various light and heavy weapons fired rapidly.
Machine guns crazily sprayed bullets, whizzing like pouring water, dousing the defensive positions.
The remaining recoilless guns and mortars, without much aiming, fiercely bombarded the positions.
The fierce and powerful firepower made quite a spectacle.
Although not very accurate, it was enough to greatly boost the militants’ confidence.
In no ti,
the reinforced ard pickup trucks, used as mobile combat vehicles, moved forward in groups.
They howled as they moved, occasionally raising their AK assault rifles above their heads, firing bursts.
As for whether they hit the target, they didn’t care.
Others randomly fired at the defensive positions.
With a distance of over three hundred ters, the recoil of the AK assault rifles was strong, and the muzzle jumped violently…
Even well-trained sharpshooters could only manage precision within a hundred ters.
At two or three hundred ters, in the poorly lit night, while quickly moving and spraying…
If they actually hit anything, that would have been insanely lucky.
Of course.
This ammunition-wasting random firing could certainly intimidate rookies new to the battlefield.
Bullets whizzed over their heads, occasionally whistling close by…
It always felt like the next second might bring misfortune and a bullet hit.
So they would be scared, shrinking and wishing they could hide in the trenches without showing their heads.
But whether it was Edison and his twelve rcenaries, or Zhang Ren leading the counter-terrorism special forces,
including the pilots and chanics staying with Tang Xiao, none were rookies.
Facing these so-called disorganized militants, what was there to fear?
Staying in the trenches, locking on targets, aiming to make every shot count.
Utilizing advanced night vision aiming devices, their shooting was unaffected.
And these militants were attacking in a straight line, not moving in a zigzag pattern.
So as long as the shooting was good, it was like calling roll, picking them off one by one.
However…
For rcenaries who had been mingling in war-torn conflict areas for years, they were too familiar with these militants.
A disorganized mob, utterly lacking tactics, discipline frayed, prone to bullying the weak and fearing the strong…
When things seed to be going well, they would rush forward, each of them howling fiercely, seemingly intimidating.
Especially when bullying unard civilians, they appeared exceptionally brave and fierce.
Conversely, if they encountered a strong enemy and suffered great casualties, they would soon be terrified, fleeing in panic.
So…
These militants, with weapons and ammunition they were bandits, but without, they were indistinguishable from civilians.
The reason they chose this path was that in areas perpetually affected by conflict, to live luxuriously, one had to be a bandit.
If it wasn’t for their dire living conditions, coupled with laziness and a preference for ease, how many were born to be bandits?
Therefore,
dealing with these people, one should not shoot to kill.
After injuring them, they lost their combat effectiveness and kept screaming miserably, struggling in pain.
Whether or not their comrades would rescue them, it would affect the overall combat capability.
If there were enough casualties, the morale would waver, and they would quickly collapse and scatter.
This thod, though insidious, on the battlefield where it’s either your death or mine, any ans were acceptable.
Indeed.
Edison and his twelve rcenaries adhered to this principle, using single-shot firing, not burst or automatic fire, to ensure high-precision injuries rather than kills.
In comparison, Zhang Ren and others, only on their second real combat, seed ‘inexperienced.’
Trained rigorously, their marksmanship was good, almost never missing, but those they shot often died instantly.
Especially the snipers, who specifically targeted the enemy’s machine gunners and gunners, aiming to blow heads rather than hitting the chest.
This was actually an inertia from their training.
They were counter-terrorism forces, whose primary duty was to stabilize and respond to violent cris.
Against extre criminals, to protect civilian lives and property, they of course aid to kill rather than injure.
But regardless.
With just over twenty people, firing not frequently, but displaying shockingly precise firepower.
Hundreds of militants, attacked in swarms for less than a minute, and dozens were injured or killed.
In addition,
Tang Xiao also directed Unmanned Attack Aircraft to accurately bomb, destroying several ard pickups, increasing their losses.
Before long, the attacking militants suddenly stopped.
So lay down directly, so hid behind sand dunes and bushes, others near the ard pickups.
No one stood in the bed of the ard pickups anymore, holding heavy machine guns for frenzied firing.
The previous machine gunners were each shot dead.
Who the hell would dare approach a heavy machine gun?
It was practically a death warrant.
The operators of the recoilless guns and mortars were likewise miserable.
As a result,
no one manned the heavy weapons, no powerful firepower to suppress…
These ragtag militants, seeing significant casualties and facing superbly accurate opponents, who would dare to attack?
Each one lay or hid, completely cowed.
In an instant,
the battlefield, previously bustling with gunfire, imdiately quieted down.
Of course, this quiet was relative.
Not completely silent.
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