Chapter 70: Life and Death (Three)

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  And that little rascal who just shot blindly and doesn't know whether he's dead or alive, if it wasn't for him... one of those two people is the only sniper in my squad! I'm going to tear him apart!

  The captain didn't have it easy either. Just as he rushed to the enemy's position, before he could even give a finishing shot to the wounded enemy, several miserable cries and rifle shots were heard from behind him. The captain's heart skipped a beat, everyone immediately dropped to the ground, turned around to see that two enemies had already passed the position where they had just hidden, and were sneaking up stealthily. In the distance, I was standing there covered in blood, swaying back and forth, my rifle falling to the ground, and I fell forward with a thud.

  The opponent's camp was also in a state of great chaos, giving themselves an excellent opportunity to counterattack. However, the farmers and the newly arrived 16th and 17th...

  Whizzing bullets have brought heartache and anger to the enemy, scorpion tail fired two shots before changing positions, two soldiers on the opposite side were shot in the head, and the randomly fired bullets also knocked down one.

  The remaining Russian special forces reacted quickly, immediately hiding behind a rock after the first defeat and pulling their injured comrades to safety.

  "Hit! Hit them to death!" The captain was thoroughly enraged!

  Everyone except the tank was yelling and firing bullets from their weapons at each other. A box of bullets was quickly used up, and after the first empty shot, the entire squad suddenly remembered a few more empty shots, and the momentum weakened instantly. The captain and others hastily hid behind cover and quickly reloaded their ammunition.

  The Russian special forces on this side heard that the firepower had weakened, and only three remaining special forces took the opportunity to peek out from their hiding place and fire back.

  The Russian squad leader yelled through the headset, having already learned that his comrades were being attacked from behind. Only a few people were left alive, including the sniper, who was also shot in the right hand and right foot and lay on the ground, having basically lost the ability to fight. The squad leader's heart felt slightly better, and the sniper's survival ignited a glimmer of hope in him. Although he knew that his squad would not be able to eliminate the enemy today, as long as they could hold out for enough time, reinforcements would wipe them out!

  Bang!

  A dull gunshot rang out, and one of the Russian special forces soldiers' face suddenly exploded in a cloud of blood. The headless body rose into the air under the force of the bullet, flying back one meter before heavily falling to the ground. Blood immediately gushed from the neck stump, dyeing the surrounding snow-covered area red.

  "10 o'clock direction, sniper!" The Russian special forces squad leader shouted, and before the scorpion tail fired its second shot, he and the only other surviving soldier hid again. He hoped his own sniper could take out the local sniper, as long as he took him out, he could hold on for a while longer!

  The Russian sniper's body was extremely strong, but at this moment he was lying on the ground with blood all over his face. Next to him were his dead comrades, and his right hand and foot had been shot. If it weren't for his bulletproof vest, he would have been killed long ago. He couldn't believe that his comrades hadn't taken out the guy behind them, which led to everyone being ambushed from behind, and their plan was ruined. His partner next to him was hit in the neck artery and struggled slowly to death in front of him, splashing blood all over his face. His heart ached more than the wounds on his body! Through the earpiece, he knew that only three or four people were left on their side, and the instant battle had caused them to lose half of their men. The enemy was strong, and he knew he had to get up - his comrades still needed him!

  The sniper struggled to bring the rifle up in front of him, his right hand having no strength at all, he used his left hand to grasp the trigger of the rifle and then pressed his cheek against the sight.

  We must take out their sniper!

  As he watched another comrade being taken out, while his squad leader was yelling, he also spotted the enemy sniper's position. Without hesitation, he adjusted his aim, and a bullet flew straight through the scope towards the opponent. It was indeed with his left hand! He saw his own bullet hitting just 3-5 cm away from the opponent's head as they were about to get up, grazing their cheek and flying off somewhere in the back. The opponent also immediately dropped down again, reloaded, and aimed at this position.

  Failed! The sniper's tears flowed down, dripping from the corner of his eye onto the rifle. If only I were a left-hander... Sorry, brothers, I couldn't help you guys...

  He saw his opponent calmly cock the trigger, and the bullet seemed to slowly shoot into the scope of his sniper rifle, hitting his eyes with glass fragments.

  He saw the whole world turn bright red.

  The squad leader couldn't take it anymore, watching the only sniper also get killed in front of him, feeling as if there was a mountain pressing down on his heart, making him unable to breathe!

  It's over! Ten brothers, and now only two are left. Why, why is it like this? What kind of person is the enemy, to have such formidable combat power? Why were our fully armed two squads of twenty-odd people completely annihilated by the enemy's ten or so people? No! There are still two people left! And the enemy has only three or four casualties. Is our special forces really that incompetent?

  He had no idea that the simulated training of these ordinary special forces could compare to the mercenaries who fought on the battlefield every day. These mercenaries were retired soldiers from various countries' special forces, especially the Wolf Mercenary Corps, which was strict and selective in its recruitment. Even if they went out to perform military tasks from time to time, the strength and experience of these retired soldiers were far superior to theirs, honed through constant life-and-death struggles. Those who were unlucky or weak had long since died! The Russian army commander suddenly thought that if it were the Alpha Special Forces, the crème de la crème of their special forces, rather than these ordinary special forces, the outcome might have been different. After all, those with more experience are always stronger.

  At this moment, a rumbling engine sound suddenly came from afar, getting closer and closer. Before long, an Mi-24 appeared in the sky, hovering above the battlefield.

  The special forces squad leader was overjoyed, it's our own helicopter, the headquarters support has arrived! Hold on! As long as we can hold on until the reinforcements arrive, we can take down the enemy and avenge our brothers!

  The squad leader's heart was racing with excitement, his hands shaking as he grasped the gun. He seemed to see a large number of their own special forces rushing here, surrounding the group of bastards on the opposite side, slowly shooting them one by one, eliminating them!

  And that little brat who shot from behind, I must put all the bullets on my body into his! No! Put all the brothers' bullets in, and shoot that little bastard into a pile of mud!

  However, before he could finish his daydreaming, a burst of heavy machine gun fire suddenly came from the opposite position, bringing him back to reality. The squad leader was taken aback and couldn't help but move around to avoid the enemy sniper's position, quietly poking his head out.

  Only in the face of a blaze of fire, huge bullets with long trails of smoke tore through the air, pouring down on the helicopter in the sky, "dang dang dang" sounds ringing in my ears... Everyone on the opposite side simultaneously pulled the trigger, various caliber rifle bullets were not enough to penetrate the armor of important parts of the aircraft, hundreds of bullets hit at the same time, but also shot out flames everywhere, the aircraft shook and swayed in mid-air. The 4-barreled 12.7mm machine gun under the Mi-24 helicopter sprayed a hail of bullets and quickly climbed, "whooshing" out two rocket projectiles, no time to aim, one missed the target, the other exploded on the ground, the firepower from the opposite side stopped.

  The Russian military commander's brain is a bit short-circuited, he can't figure out why a small squad can drive away an armed helicopter.

  The gunfire from across the way was still echoing, the Mi-24 was desperately trying to quickly get out of range of the ground-to-air missiles, and then turn its head to sweep the targets below.

  Several muffled shouts came from across the way.

  "Bang..."

  The sound of two objects falling to the ground brought the Russian army commander back to his thoughts, and his wooden eyes turned to the ground, only to find that in front of him were two smoking hand grenades rolling around.

  Grenade!

  The eyes and mouth of the Russian army commander rounded again, let out a loud roar, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, without caring about the sniper and another soldier quickly rushing out.

  "Boom, boom......"