Chapter 67
The joy of New Year's has finally dissipated the grief that had been lingering in our hearts.
Still decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations to prepare for the new year, but in fact, they are preparing for battle and ready to go out and fight at any moment.
I hate it when those bastards always choose to attack when others are resting!
Generally speaking, as the year draws to a close, some hoodlums like to come out and cause trouble, wanting to make it impossible for good citizens to have a peaceful New Year.
And we are doing this so that good people can have a peaceful life at home, eating dumplings and watching TV without feeling suffocated during the New Year!
Two diametrically opposed aspects will inevitably produce sharp contradictions and conflicts.
On the evening of January 21, we were just about to pull up our coats and go to sleep when the red emergency light on the wall suddenly lit up, but that familiar gathering whistle was not heard!
That is to say, we have encountered an emergency situation!
In ordinary movies, especially some domestic films and TV shows, those special forces or SWAT brothers are always in a shrill alarm sound, grabbing their guns and rushing downstairs. Then the leader gives a series of passionate and stirring pre-battle speeches, after which the brothers board the vehicle and set off. Finally, they achieve great success under the powerful firepower of the People's Army.
I really admire those directors who can shoot such scenes.
Even if art needs processing and sublimation, can't you find a little brother in the special forces or SWAT team to ask about the basic routine?
Not even out yet, making such a big fuss, and in the situation where every second counts, brothers still stand there waiting for the leader's grandiose pre-war mobilization like a band-aid, I think that rascal would have run away even if he was blind?
If those rascals were all so low in IQ, would the world still need special forces and SWAT teams to go out and crack down?
I think they've already scared themselves to death?
As soon as the red light came on, the brothers immediately got up from bed in silence, then put on their backpacks and rushed down to the parking lot where the engines were roaring, and they set off.
The magazines had been prepared long ago and were placed in the car. Everyone was loading their equipment while conducting a pre-battle briefing.
Just an hour ago, a group of thugs with foreign-made weapons and equipment were about to cause trouble, but the public security and armed police brothers had already surrounded them, followed by a predictable crackdown.
Those split gangs estimated that the scene was not right, and the two leading split gangs shouted at their subordinates to hold on while they slipped away from a tunnel in the house.
Only the two split and mixed leaders knew about it, so our inside line didn't detect it beforehand. As a result, these two split and mixed leaders ran out, taking with them two prestigious Ahong as hostages, and then gathered several hidden split and mixed people. The group of people rushed into the dark and black mountains.
Our task is naturally to prevent those scoundrels from escaping the country and especially to ensure the safety of those two Ah-huos!
The car is still on the road, and the intelligence department's brothers have already obtained the intelligence of those split gangs with extremely high efficiency, especially the two leaders of the split gangs are being investigated clearly.
The two leaders of the splittist gang are both in their thirties, but they have been engaging in separatist activities for a full ten years. Both of them received professional combat training in some small valley in Afghanistan and had a relatively deep understanding of explosives, known as experts in homemade bombs.
And the stuff in their hands was also brought from abroad, according to reliable intelligence, most of the stuff held by those separatist thugs were AK rifles, and some American-made offensive grenades. If they were equipped with a bit of suppressive firepower and anti-tank weapons, it would be a full-fledged assault team.
After all, there were many local people among these scattered groups, and their route choices were more cunning. They actually wanted to slip out of the country from a valley of a seasonal river, and the bridge on that seasonal river happened to collapse half a month ago, which just cut off the border defense army's path in time.
In other words, we became the only troops in this interception and rescue operation.
It's because of this reason that the snipers in our troops made a big splash and became somewhat famous within the system as the "Sniper Four Great Hammers"!
The first hammer is naturally Brother Kuangming.
We had arrived ahead of time and were lying in ambush in that valley.
Although the car can only take us to a place near the ambush, the last 30 kilometers of snowy mountains require us to climb by ourselves. But for us who have reached the peak of physical training, these 30 kilometers of snowy mountains are really nothing to worry about.
Having chosen the battlefield, the brothers put on their camouflage and lay down. Brother Kuangming said that everyone should be careful, no one is allowed to expose themselves before the sniper fires. All snipers must achieve a single shot kill and try to fire at the same time!
Those thugs have hostages in their hands and they are basically inhumane, don't make them desperate to the point of hurting the hostages, that would be troublesome!
We were just holding onto our sniper rifles and laughing when Jiang Kuan's huge grandson said, "Brother, don't you think you're underestimating us too much?"
Today is a fine day with plenty of sunshine, gentle breeze and calm waves. If we were to make a mess in such good weather, wouldn't we be too ashamed to show our faces outside?
And you, a famous sniper in the military district, didn't you cry and shout that you wanted to surpass your idol, Lao Da's achievement on Lao Shan? Moreover, we all know that you have been eyeing the title of "First Killer" on Lao Shan for a long time. Are you thinking of getting a title like "Karakoram Mountain First"?
Before Kuang Ming could respond, a brother next to him immediately chimed in, "That's only natural! The Kunlun Mountains are much larger than the old mountain's territory. And have you seen how well our Kuang Ming is doing lately? He's succeeding in both his career and love life. If he can also get the title of number one killer in the Kunlun Mountains, that would be like riding the spring breeze to the ninth heaven! We'll be soaring to great heights, with birds flying all over the sky...
With a muddled head, I don't know which brother suddenly cursed that it's true! In the past, Big Brother would only go out once every two months, and that was when we forced him to go relax. Now, however, he voluntarily goes out every week, and it's always to do some work at the Army Hospital. Usually, if any of us brothers were missing something, Big Brother would proactively bring it back for us. But now, even if we ask him to bring back a tube of toothpaste, he'll inexplicably bring back a bottle of shoe polish instead!
All thoughts are on Hou Jing's big sister! Valuing lust over friendship, how decadent!
The snickering laughter burst out from among us and they all laughed with a more sinister look than the others!
To be honest, we have joked around with each other before, but those kinds of off-color jokes, especially the ones that tease our elders, are relatively rare.
After all, the relationship between superiors and subordinates is at stake here, so no matter how you treat your superiors, you should have some necessary respect.
At the moment of silence on the eve of death, all the dirty jokes and sarcastic remarks about superiors also came out, and they were all said without any restraint or seriousness.
The big guys also listened in the communicator and generally didn't intervene. When the brothers were almost done, they estimated that the target was almost reached, and the big guys would shout in the communicator!
Shut up, you bunch of bastards! Be vigilant and prepare for battle!
We also became honest and entered a state of concentrated energy close to "物我两忘" (the unity of man and object), preparing for the impending death struggle.
Why are we fooling around and why are our superiors also indulging in our nonsense?
It's because we're nervous.
Although we are elite and have practiced those tactical movements such as shooting until they can't be more familiar, when we aim at a living person's head and pull the trigger, the tense feeling will still come at the most critical moment.
We were just rambling on, relying on those unbridled words to ease our tension.
This principle, we know it and the seniors also know it!
Kang Ming brother just listened to us nonsense without taking it seriously, and said you guys are just a bunch of bastards who like to talk nonsense, as long as you guys have fun this time, after going back you can do whatever you want! Don't use my normal dating life as an excuse, aren't you guys just wanting to go out and have some fun?
I really don't know what I was thinking at the time?
I'm holding a sniper rifle and saying to the big hero that you said anything goes? Then I'll go home!
As soon as I spoke out, all my brothers fell silent and I regretted it too...
Explorer, that is the most beautiful dream in the heart of every soldier brother.
Even if it's not a triumphant return home, at least back in the family, Dad and Mom always keep their doors wide open for me.
As long as the son is back, it's all good...
In the midst of silence, the voice of the instructor suddenly came from the communication frequency band.
Baldy, you little brat, this time you're done for, I'll approve your family visit!
Suddenly I felt a dazzling light in front of my eyes, and I couldn't help but rush out from behind my cover to hug the instructor tightly and take a big bite!
It's done, I can go home!
When the target appeared in my sight, I felt that my heart had actually stopped for an instant!
Time and everything around me seemed to have frozen, my existence was as if only for the low and dangerous command coming from the earpiece!
Kill!
Then, it's stable and trigger a fatal blow!
The headphones quietly transmitted the reports of each sniper confirming their targets, while our target was completely unaware, wandering aimlessly on the dry riverbank, without any sense that death was approaching.
There were six targets in total, with two Ah-Qs being held hostage and forced to open the way forward and backward, while our main sniping target had a long rope in each hand, controlling the actions of the two Ah-Qs.
The two ahkunds were already advanced in years, and after a night of trekking, the two ahkunds had apparently reached their physical limit, walking with an obvious stagger. From the sighting device, the snow-white whiskers of the two ahkunds kept trembling, it was unclear whether it was due to fatigue or annoyance.
The reconnaissance report on the situation of the hands has also arrived, saying that the number of hand grenades and automatic rifles on those guys' bodies is consistent with previous intelligence, so there should be no other tricks, can shoot to kill!
In the headphones, the instructor's low and powerful voice came suddenly!
Kill!
The gun went off!
The eight shots rang out almost simultaneously. Along with the sound of our gunfire, a cloud of blood burst forth from the heads or bodies of those targets at almost the same time.
But unexpectedly, it happened at that very moment!
I don't know if it was that split second of confusion at the last moment that felt the arrival of danger, or if that guy slipped on a stone on the riverbank.
That split second was just a stumble on the pebbly riverbank, and two bullets flew past that guy's head!
Gunshot!
I reckon this term just appeared in all brothers' minds at the same moment!
In a sniper operation, the most feared thing is the occurrence of such a leaky shot, especially when facing an opponent with combat experience. After dodging the first shot, their reaction often results in significant casualties among the hostages.
Almost without thinking, I relied on my own feelings, as if in a dream, pulled the gun bolt back to eject the shell and then pushed it forward to load, aiming at the right hand of that split-mixed scoundrel who was desperately scratching the rope on the ground!
That's purely an intuition!
A guy with combat experience, with a gun by his side, after dodging the first wave of sniping, neither hiding nor counterattacking, once known as an expert in homemade bombs, Ah Ge's somewhat unnatural bulky figure, constantly pulling on the rope...
These messages almost instantly combined in my mind and came to a conclusion.
The old man's body had explosives on it, and that split-mixed mixed self-knew was hard to escape death, wanting to die together with the net!
Almost simultaneously with my shot, three more shots rang out.
That split and confused head was shot twice, the right hand was hit and disappeared without a trace, and that rope also broke into two pieces!
Suddenly, the instructor's roar came through the headphones.
Baldy, go back and investigate at home, then bring it back for me to sign!
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