In the early morning of the 11th, when the sky was fine and the east was just showing the white of the fish's belly, Harrison and Mayer, who had arrived at the intended position, were once again lifted into the air.

That's right, the two of them were raised, about four stories high, and apart from this strange job, the two of them probably didn't have the opportunity to perform the task in their current state - under them was a large lifting machine mounted on a ten-wheel truck, and the lifting platform was wide enough for several people to work at the same time.

Just now, the car drove backwards to a position only about 300 meters away from the north side of the target manor building, and the car used some sturdy sandbags to protect the important hydraulic mechanism, and the tailgate and the rear side of the car hung a row of thick explosion-proof blankets, which were completely immune to ordinary bullets fired from 300 meters away.

The lifting platform is covered with layers of anti-slip mats, and the protective fence around it is also surrounded by double-layer explosion-proof blankets on three sides, and only two small openable observation and shooting ports are reserved for the rear position of the vehicle.

Harrison and Mayer arrived just before dawn, and after getting on the platform and the vehicle had gone backwards for nearly a few hundred meters, it was to be raised: the platform had been laid up the night before, and as soon as dawn the car had approached the farm, and the crooked necks had been "lively" with the strange observation post in the early hours of the previous morning, and after a few shots, they had taken a break from cooking.

It's not too close, just close to 300 meters and stop, it seems that I only want to get a few observation points of about the same height as the farm tower, which is called height equality!

The car is sturdy, the platform is sturdy, and the weapons on it are sharper!

The Barrett M82A1 can cause terrifying lethality at a distance of 300 meters, and Harrison's task is to cooperate with the anti-aircraft machine gun on the tank to completely lock the central tower.

Explosive weapons cannot be used, and this approach is now estimated to work.

At dawn, only one tank approached the farm at night, and when it came close, it was only twenty or thirty meters away from the wall.

Those crooked necks are now ignoring the tanks outside, and there is nothing they can do anyway, and once they shoot venting, they will be shot by the law enforcers, and they simply don't see it.

According to the habit of the past few days, this will be the point, two teams of tanks lined up, "booming" from more than 400 meters away diagonally slowly towards the farm, a new day of noise and destruction of the day is about to begin.

From the point of view, this will look out from inside the manor, and you will only see these damn tanks again!

From the perspective of the two Harrisons, they can see that there are two squads of heavy commandos hidden behind each tank, and they are slowly approaching the farm next to the tanks!

The order has been given from above to finally solve the problem and storm the Crooked Neck Farm, just at dawn today!

The tanks drove slowly, like this for the past few days, everything was to paralyze the crooked necks of the gang, and the speed was not fast, so that the heavy commandos could keep up without trotting.

The roar of the tank's engine could be heard in the platform's highly focused Harrison headphones, and the observer partner on one side said, "The tank is in place!"

And then...

A slightly muffled but clear voice came: "Attention all, attack!"

The moment he heard the order, Harrison pulled the trigger steadily, and the huge brake of the Barrett M82A1 canceled out most of the recoil, and the sturdy lifting platform under him barely shook at all!

The carbide bullet shot out of the chamber, instantly leaping a distance of 300 meters, and then hit a position 30 centimeters below the windows on the fourth floor of the tower: it didn't shoot low, it was the aiming point, and Harrison had been paying attention to it for a long time.

There's someone behind the tower window, and they're smart enough to use a homemade improvised periscope to look outside—they can block ordinary rifle bullets, but this time it's Barrett!

The large-caliber armor-piercing projectile instantly penetrated the nearly 30 cm thick wall composed of bricks and cement, and the broken bricks and concrete blocks at the exit of the bullet hole were scattered like bullets!

The upper body of the crooked neck, which was being observed through the periscope, was in the flight path of the burst of broken bricks, but he could no longer feel the pain of the broken bricks: the armor-piercing warhead that pierced the wall hit him directly to the head, a real headshot!

There was only one crooked neck in the four-story tower, and if he had a companion, he would have screamed - the human tissue above the neck disappeared in an instant, and his whole head exploded like a balloon!

Harrison didn't stop, firing at several windows in a row until he changed magazines, and by the way, let his somewhat buzzing ears get used to it. Even though he was wearing a light helmet with a bit of sound insulation, Barrett's gunshot was too loud.

Mayer on the side also felt the same way, there were several hot bullet casings that collapsed on him just now, if it weren't for the good heat insulation effect of this combat suit, he would have been burned and jumped up if he wasn't careful!

The two of them lay high and looked far away, and saw that the leading tanks, after quickly rotating the turret, stepped on the accelerator to accelerate, crashed through the walls of the farm and the houses inside, and then quickly retreated with a "boom".

This scene was already practiced at dusk yesterday in the "simulated farm" with trucks of about the same width: as during the exercise, as soon as the tanks withdrew, a group of assault groups with bulletproof shields at the head quickly entered!

The snipers on the high platform and flat ground of each group stopped shooting to avoid accidental injury, the sound of gunfire like bursting beans was constantly heard in the farm, and the occasional command shouted by the leaders of each assault group could be heard in the headphones.

They successfully attacked, and almost all the teams immediately engaged in the crooked neck inside!

It's a firefight, not a firefight, and before entering the buildings and rooms, you throw a bright light shock bomb into it, and as soon as you rush in, you will fire at all targets that look like adults!

It is said to be the rescue of women and children, but when it comes to the real assault, who has the time to distinguish between men and women who are targets and whether they have weapons in their hands.

Danny and Sasha's group stormed into the farm's "study hall", and the crooked neck of the surrender confessed that it was the place where the sect leader David brainwashed the believers.

This large space is also the location of the public dining room, a single-storey, crooked neck of surrender says that this place has become a resting place for many worshippers after the armed confrontation began—that David Koresh wants to gather most of the men in one place, and there may be a lack of strong will in it, which is obviously a form of control.

The two groups of people burst in on both sides and threw two shock bombs first!

Danny didn't turn on the bright lights on his shields, and everyone used the shimmering night market devices that were folded off their helmets, and it was dark inside the building at dawn, and the lights were not turned on.

The crooked necks found it easy to expose themselves by turning on the lights, and they simply didn't even turn on the generator.

Sasha was in the second position as usual, and as soon as he entered, he saw the general situation, and the HKG3KA4 in his hand was four accurate single shots.

There were twenty or thirty single beds in the house, and there were about a dozen adults with crooked necks, a few howling, and some scurrying like headless flies.

Their eyes can't see, their ears can't hear, and a single shot is enough! At such a close distance, the 7.62×51mm NATO armor-piercing bullet is so powerful that even a target wearing Class IV body armor is estimated to have half a dozen ribs broken, let alone those who have just woken up from a tank impact.

What about the crooked necks holding guns, the frantic noises have long exhausted them, and the shock bombs are not in those war movies that are used as teaching materials, so they can't learn how to deal with them.

After the wall was knocked through, some of the quick crooked necks immediately rolled over and got out of bed and groped for cover, so that even if they threw in, the two grenades would not be blown up, and then held the gun tightly and waited for the "demons" outside to rush in!

But damn it, God knows what two things were thrown in, and I didn't have time to think about it, and I couldn't even hear anything in my ears that were stuffed with noise-proof cotton, and my eyes were even whiter.

The guns I touched were all taken in vain, and my brain didn't understand the situation yet... You don't have to figure it out, because it's all over for the crooked necks here.