Chapter 61

  I always have a habit of preparing and checking my luggage in advance whenever I encounter something that needs to be done outside.

  Especially some commonly used small things must be carefully checked before being placed in a readily accessible position.

  In an unfamiliar environment where I stay or live, I can figure out the direction of the entire building's passageway and the general architectural situation around it at a glance.

  Before going to bed, a one-yuan coin is always placed at the door and window edges to block the path of the door and window push.

  Even at home, when I wake up in the middle of the night and put my feet down towards the floor, those boots are definitely waiting for me on the floor under my bed.

  These are the habits I developed in the army.

  With this habit, perhaps the chances of survival can be greatly increased.

  At least on the battlefield!

  The attack we suffered was sudden and quite violent.

  The gunner of the leading armored vehicle who poked his head out didn't even have time to react before his entire head flew off at an angle.

  Until blood splattered on the car top, and the gunner's corpse was softly thrown into the carriage, the first gunshot seemed to come from a very distant place.

  It is an anti-materiel sniper rifle with a caliber of 12.7 mm.

  In Russia, SVD sniper rifles are almost everywhere, and buying an optical sight to go with it on the black market is easier than buying a few bottles of cognac.

  But this anti-material sniper rifle is really rare.

  Although this thing is also a sure hit when used to attack lightly armored vehicles, the Russians seem to prefer RPG-like weapons, possibly because they value the better combat effectiveness of RPGs, or perhaps it's just a psychological preference for domestic products.

  It turns out that this brother's tactical quality is still very good.

  We were still in the armored personnel carrier making a sharp turn to avoid the next attack, and Big Hair had already rushed to the gunner's position. In just two seconds or so, the heavy machine gun mounted on the APC was deafeningly loud.

  Tracer bullets have their advantages and disadvantages.

  The benefit is that you can clearly see your own trajectory and correct your attack direction based on this trajectory, but the bad thing is that it also exposes your target at the same time.

  As soon as the big fur opened fire, I heard the sound of ding-dong outside our armored personnel carrier, at least three or four AKs were sweeping towards us.

  We can rest assured then.

  Anyone who has been a soldier, especially those with some knowledge of firearms, knows that old soldiers do not shoot without seeing the rabbit, and will not fire wildly to expose their position before confirming their target.

  Even if it's a shooting, it's either short bursts of precise shooting or long bursts of suppressive fire, and you won't waste bullets by pulling the trigger all the way down.

  Listening to the intense gunfire, and the bullets are flying everywhere, it's clear that the ones attacking us are amateur-level guys, probably new recruits who just got their guns a few days ago.

  Our armored personnel carrier turned to the back of a small building that was about to collapse, just leaving a relatively good shooting position for Brother Da Mao, and it was also convenient for us to get off the bus and hide.

  I was about to open the door and rush out when Brother Ming grabbed my arm and shouted - Something's not right!

  Then, he stretched out his hand and pulled down the big fur that was in full swing!

  I think I understand what it means to seize every opportunity.

  It was almost as if Damao's body had been pulled down by Kangming Gege at the moment when a sniper rifle bullet flew past, just grazing Damao's scalp and leaving a deep gash.

  Another half second later, Damao's skull would have been separated from his head!

  Honestly speaking, that little guy Damao is really fierce and formidable.

  Blood was streaming down my head and I figured I'd been grazed by a bullet, at the very least it felt like a mild concussion. But Big Hair just shook his head and suddenly darted out of the side door we had just opened. Before he even hit the ground, he had already fired three short bursts from the gun in his hand.

  We followed one another out of the armored personnel carrier and rushed outward. These were all people who had been in the army for a period of time, and after getting off the vehicle, they didn't need to be told by their comrades what to do; with a few swift movements, they formed a semi-circular defensive perimeter. Apart from the small handguns being somewhat impractical, overall, they gave the impression of having quite professional qualities.

  From a distance, I saw some guys wearing the same military uniform as Da Mao, but without hats, running back and forth, the flames spewing from their AKs were as dazzling as the fireworks that kids love during the Spring Festival.

  It's almost perfect, just a little bit off...

  Not to mention hitting us, the bullets didn't even pass over our heads many times, I don't know if those people were using blank cartridges as real ammunition in their attack.

  In comparison, the quality of those Russian military men from Damao is obviously much higher.

  Under the sudden ambush, several armored personnel carriers swiftly occupied three high points and then individual soldiers relied on the machine gun firepower of the armored personnel carriers to form a skirmish line, a triangular formation that tightly blocked those ambushing at the periphery.

  The several snipers accompanying the vehicle were also quite professional, and the two snipers almost simultaneously took out that 12.7mm caliber sniper rifle, and also managed to take out a guy carrying an RPG who was trying to sneak up on them, turning him into a bloody pulp.

  In just two minutes, the enemy's sniper fire was cleared out, and then Da Mao and his team alternated covering each other as they launched a counterattack.

  I just heard Jiang Kuan's big grandson saying in a low voice, what does this mean?

  Among these ambushers, only a few snipers are somewhat skilled, the others are simply targets. If they continue to fight like this, it's purely suicidal tactics...

  Kuang Ming's brother just hummed twice and said it was normal.

  Those people who ambushed us were originally the ones who attracted firepower with these indiscriminate shootings, and then the snipers would take advantage of the situation to kill. You guys pay attention to my two o'clock and three o'clock directions, I estimate that there were originally snipers in those places but they left early because the situation wasn't right.

  Before the words had fallen, from a pile of rubble in front of us, a guy carrying an RPG suddenly emerged and without saying a word, hugged the RPG and was about to open fire on the armored personnel carrier.

  The guns in our hands have gone off!

  Four handguns fired almost simultaneously, all of them double-tapped and targeted the guy's head, blowing it off in an instant!

  The Russian military uncle who was shouting for support through the walkie-talkie in the armored personnel carrier was scared to death, his Russian words were not fluent, and he shouted loudly at Brother Kangming.

  Kuang Ming's brother took a deep breath and said, "We're lucky, this is a suicidal squad member who didn't plan on coming back alive. If we had fired a little slower or hit that guy in certain parts of his body, I'm afraid everyone would be dead by now!"

  I crawled over and lifted up his collar to take a look, at that time I also had a bit of a feeling like I wanted to break out in cold sweat.

  That guy actually had explosives strapped to his body, with the detonator tucked into his waist. I reckon that after that RPG was fired, he would have been able to crash into the middle of our defensive line and blow himself up.

  This dusty fugitive, judging from his physique and skeleton, is at most 15 or 16 years old.

  Years later, I saw those human bombs on TV news and wondered how there could be so many cruel people in this world.

  Many Chechen civilians didn't want to get involved in these messy affairs back then. But they were forced by some guys with ulterior motives, weren't they?

  Then, when someone in the family dies in battle, those ruthless and heartless separatists will not admit that these tragedies occurred because of their own evil deeds. Instead, they will incite the families of the fallen soldiers to take up arms again and head back to the battlefield!

  The hatred accumulated year after year and from generation to generation, becoming a blood feud.

  In the end, the innocent civilians who died unjustly, only enabled those triumphant separatist mobs to attain high positions and wealth.

  So, those annoying troublemakers, can't they stop making me grit my teeth in anger?!

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