Chapter 158

The sea snake stopped Lao Hei's action and said, "you can't go down to explore the way." then he folded a fluorescent tube for lighting, mixed the chemical liquid and threw it down the hole. The pencil long fluorescent tube hit the wall of the vertical ice cave and somersaulted and fell deep. From above, it seems that the hole is at least 30 meters deep, and it seems that it has reached the ground of the frozen soil layer below. When it is close to the ground, there is an L-shaped turn. Although the specific situation is not clear, there are bursts of wind pouring up, and you can feel that the temperature is higher than our current position.

"There are probably hot springs down there," said sol, who is familiar with various geological forms.

I immediately realized that it's not a good idea to catch up now. We can use the glacier to deal with it, but if we go down, we lose the barrier of the glacier and encounter some hot spring water that can burn to death to cheer up the monster. We have to get pure human meat stuffed buns steamed into bulletproof vests for skin.

Thinking of this, I said to Lao Hei, don't touch it hard. The monster may be looking for a good place for it. We don't make that fool. You saw its eyes just now. We'll guard the host. If we don't believe it, it won't come back.

Others had no objection. We turned back and joined several South African mercenaries behind us. The injured one had been treated. His face was covered with gauze. If he hadn't been wearing cold goggles just now, his eyes would be useless now. Seeing his teeth creaking with pain, my face could not help itching.

Just when I wanted to say a few words to comfort a real man who never eats on his cheek, a sudden gunshot made us nervous immediately, and then everyone heard a rush of footsteps from the crevice where we entered the glacier.

Everyone picked up their guns with vigilance. The nearest person to the ice gap was an Irishman named Sean. As soon as he came up with a pistol, he was hit by a figure rushing out of the ice gap.

Sean's reaction was very fast. As soon as the two people hit each other, he grabbed the visitor's clothes and pulled the visitor to the ground by the impact and forward momentum of the other party. When he rolled over and pressed his left hand and pressed his right hand, he would put the gun on the other Party's chin and fire. I also like this action in close combat, because the enemy is likely to wear bulletproof vests, Hitting the trunk is difficult to make the other party lose the ability to move immediately. It's still direct.

But at this time, someone shouted, "it's me, my own." everyone recognized that it was the co pilot on our plane, and we also noticed that his whole body was covered with blood. After his clothes were soaked, they were blown by the cold wind and turned into a hard bound layer. It seemed that he was injured.

"What's the matter? Where's your partner? Why don't you open battle identification?" asked the sea snake.

"We were attacked, he was given by a sniper..." the co pilot fainted before he finished saying. He was immediately held flat for first aid. The snake took out several first-aid kits and hemostatic powder to start first aid. The sea snake reached out and opened the battle recognizer in the pilot's digital helmet. After this thing is started, our individual computer will recognize and mark his position, which can avoid the accidental injury just now.

Shopkeeper Qian wanted to go back with a machine gun to check the situation, but I stopped him. Now his main task is to watch the host. Ghost chop and peerless can hurt the nightmare beast, so we can't waste fire. We should stay here to guard the host. The mercenaries in South Africa were responsible for taking care of the wounded, so I had to take Sean along the way. I lay behind a snow pile not far from the entrance of the ice gap and looked in the direction of the coastline. I saw more than a dozen guys dressed in snow camouflage rushing towards this. There were more people flashing behind. It was preliminarily estimated that there were at least thirty or fifty people.

"It should be the person of Taiji tiger" put down the telescope and I thought in my heart.

Sean and others have advanced 80 meters and launched a defensive formation, ready to meet the enemy. I also put on a sniper gun and wanted to welcome these guys who don't abandon, don't give up and come all the way to chase us.

Unexpectedly, they stopped in a forest outside our effective range. An unknown feeling rose in my heart. The experienced mercenaries in Northern Ireland also felt something wrong and slowly retreated back under the cover of a snowdrift.

As soon as they left the front foot, the shells flew intensively, and the sharp whistle came from the air like the horn of death. We didn't care to hide like mice stealing oil, and the dogs moved their positions like rabbits and lay prone to avoid the first round of shelling.

"Fuck, it's hard for them to bring even the guns," I scolded after I plunged into the ground and looked up to sweep away the snow stuck on the cold proof goggles.

But soon my curse was covered up by a huge explosion and broken ice and snow. From the power point of view, it should be 82mm caliber. It is estimated that it should be a "tray" 2b14 made by the former Soviet Union. The Russians have no doubt that the artillery is the goddess of the battlefield. They also follow the pragmatic line in mortars. An artillery group of two to three people can be equipped at the platoon level, which greatly strengthens their offensive firepower.

After the first round of blind firing, they will have a short time to correct the trajectory. In order to prevent our sniper fire, the commander of the other Party chose to start shelling and suppression from 1.5km away. After all, the range of this caliber mortar is generally 2 to 4km, so the range is not in vain. But it also affects their observation and positioning, so the first round is generally used to correct the error of shooting data. I hope we can take a breath and hide in the glacier at this time. After all, several shells can't shake the tens of thousands of years glacier hundreds of meters high.

The first round of three cannons and three rounds of shells fired by the other side burst into the sky. Before the residual snow completely landed, we jumped up from the ground and prepared to retreat. Who knows, as soon as a Raider from Northern Ireland stood up, a bullet from a sniper rifle cut off his left arm at the elbow, and the blood carried by the bullet was sprayed radially on the snow-white ground, Like a red peacock screen, it opens the tail of pursuing the opposite sex.

We immediately cursed and fell back on the ground, thinking about the enemy's tactics. The artillery covered the sniper to advance and take place. The sniper fired in the gap between the shelling to prevent us from moving. This infantry gun played too well. It was completely the play of the regular army. It seems that Taiji tiger has changed his career to be a killer group, but he still hasn't forgotten his old capital, and he must have mobilized the most elite force this time. We're in a big trouble.

The shot Irish commando behaved very manly. First, he used gestures to stop his companions who wanted to help. After all, it is very dangerous to move low in the sniper's eyelids. If his waist is a little straight, there may be more holes in his brain. In fact, maybe the other party is planning to hurt one first, and then use the brotherhood between soldiers to kill one by one in an attempt to rescue. This sounds very cold-blooded, which is really common for snipers. Moreover, the rules of the game are fairly common to both sides. I wouldn't waste this opportunity to kill each other's effective power. Human nature is really not much thicker than shit paper in a bloody war.

He sat there biting his teeth, pricking his arm and hemostatic himself. In the process, the pain made him hit the hard ground with his head, hit it several times, and climbed behind another snow pile with one hand and leaned against it for breath. We don't have time to help, and we can't even ask a few questions as concerned as ordinary people. For Sean and I at this moment, killing each other's snipers and covering the retreat of the whole team is the greatest comfort to the injured companions.

The m107a1 wrapped in camouflage cloth slowly stretched out from between the two small piles of snow. At three o'clock, Sean also wrapped in infrared proof snow camouflage and set up the aw50, but neither of us shot rashly. We must find a way to find the sniper hidden by the other.

The bullet that hit our companion just now came from the same horizontal position in front of us, but I think it must have shifted now with my toes. Although I knew it was useless, I still did my best to scan the open land in front of me with infrared thermal imaging, and I didn't expect to get anything.

"Is there any way?" I asked Sean. After all, he is professional, I am amateur, and he has fought with the strong British army for many years.

"Yes," Sean said briefly. Although the word was spoken in heavily accented English, it sounded like Celine? Dion's voice is as sweet as a song.

"Hurry up, the second round of artillery attack will arrive soon," I scolded.

"If we want to take advantage of the second round of artillery attack, they will certainly take advantage of our opportunity to avoid the artillery attack to press the front line forward. The assault team will enter the charging position and hang grenades to further suppress us. It may also encircle our two wings and move under the cover of the terrain. At this time, if you or one of me shoot, the other sniper will shoot, and we can To find and kill him with the help of ballistic detectors, "Sean said his plan, but startled me.

I thought to myself, "Japan, this is also called a plan. In the Chinese art of war, it's the worst policy to kill the enemy by 1000 and lose yourself by 800. You're ready to exchange one life for another. Is this the way you fought with the British for so many years? No wonder you lost?" I dare not say this. For these radical Northern Ireland Republican Army, Losing to the British is their eternal pain. It is the traditional virtue of our Chinese nation to curse without exposing shortcomings.

"Is it too risky?" I asked cautiously.

"Do you have a better way?" Sean asked calmly, his eyes never leaving the sight.

"No" should be as simple and clear as dealing with these Celtic descendants who don't turn their brains.

"Wait, I'm in charge of the first round of shooting. You're in charge of dealing with snipers. Remember to be accurate. There's only one shot." Sean's tone is still so calm, as if he's not talking about the lottery game with death, but who goes to the parking lot to pick up the car first and then goes shopping in the supermarket together.

I'm not a hero, but now I have to try to be brave. After all, many problems in war can be analyzed by economic principles. For example, I make money by sacrificing an aircraft to sink an aircraft carrier. As far as the current situation is concerned, it is more appropriate for me to be the bait, so I measured the shooting parameters and adjusted the sight, and said, "I'll do it."

Sean didn't insist because the other side's second round shell flew in the air singing an ugly and harsh song. Raindrops of shells once again visited the place where we were hiding. The broken hand on the ground was blown into an unknown snow pile. The broken ice and snow on the ground and the frozen soil blown up were smashed everywhere like stones. Several pieces hit me on my back, which made me black in front of my eyes and wanted to spit blood.

The advantage of a small number of people is now fully reflected. The five of us are scattered and hidden, all lying on the ground, and no one is injured under the artillery attack. Burying my head on the ground is the right of others except snipers. I can't do this because I have to stare at the sight even in shelling.

While the second shell landed and blossomed, I saw several figures opposite in the sight, jumping up one after another and moving forward quickly with the sandal line. The gun in his hand was shocked by the explosion, and the shaking of each microwave made the sight shake disorderly. Trying to stabilize the gun, I locked the trunk of the front one, took advantage of the gap between the landing of the shell, took a slight aim and directly pulled the trigger.

Although I know that the residence time of the bullet in the gun chamber is measured in milliseconds, I still feel that it is almost the same time when the bullet leaves the gun chamber. I roll away from the shooting position just now. I know my teammates will observe the shooting results for me.

Just as I was rolling away from the shooting position, I heard two voices. One was the voice of my teammates from the headphones: "hit". The other was the sound of bullets flying in the snow around me. A bullet ploughed a shallow ditch in the snow and hit near my feet. I didn't know where it flew after breaking a fist sized frozen soil.

At the same time, Sean's gun also rang. The blue smoke at his muzzle had not completely dispersed. Sean had jumped up and shouted to us, "kill it, run!"

With a few steps, he rushed over, pulled up the assault hand whose arm was broken and rushed to the ice gap