Chapter Eighty-Eight: War!
After the female soldier of the French Marine Corps landed on the target merchant ship, she immediately launched a guard on the spot, and in less than three seconds, her teammates landed on the deck along the plane drop rope, and the movements were very fluent and fast!
When her teammates reached behind her, she immediately ran forward, took three steps and made two steps, jumped suddenly, grabbed the railing on the second floor of the merchant ship building with her palm, and then hooked the whole person hard to climb to the second floor. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
The whole process is done in one go, and all of them show the elite of the French Marine Corps!
If the tactical movements of the female soldiers are a highlight, then their cooperation is even more eye-catching, and the coordination is very rigorous, and those who know it know at a glance that it is not easy to deal with.
The speed at which the more than a dozen marines landed was not ordinarily fast, and it didn't take long for all of them to land.
"Sudden ......" A burst of FAMAS automatic rifle gunfire rang out, but it was not the gunfire of the attacker, but the gunfire of the defender.
The "ding-ding-ding-ding......" exercise bullets hit the deck of the ship, bringing up a puff of dust and a burst of sound.
Fortunately, these French soldiers were well-trained, and they all flashed the bullet, and it is unknown whether the French army was released as "bandits".
"GoGoGoGo!" The female soldier in the lead beckoned to her teammates behind her, and the teammates climbed up to the second floor with great skill and swiftness.
And Yuan Mian and his group were secretly climbing up, but fortunately, Li Sanlong, the "monkey", let Yuan Mian and the others climb onto the boat so calmly along the rope.
"Sanlong, there is yours. Xiong Wei quietly extended a thumbs up to Li Sanlong.
That's right, Li Sanlong's advantages of flexible hands and feet and fast skills come in handy here, the seven or eight meters long rope climbed from the bottom to the top, and it only took less than fifteen seconds to climb from the bottom to the boat.
"Forward!" Yuan Mian made a silent gesture, and then gave combat instructions to the brothers in Sword Group A.
At this moment, a burst of gunfire came from the front, which immediately made the heads of the officers and soldiers of Sword Group A shrink slightly, and then hid in a hidden place almost at a reflex-like speed, looking around nervously with a pair of eyes.
This time, it was quite stressful for the special combat soldiers, although this was not a real battlefield battle, but it was more stressful than actual combat. Why? It's not because of the tactics that preserve their strength, if they open up the fight, they won't be afraid.
Defeat is not terrible, what is terrible is that defeat is worthless, fighting is not terrible, what is terrible is that there is no point in fighting!
It was a small freighter of only 8,000 tons, with the French flag flying on it, and in the cockpit of the freighter, two burly and muscular "pirates" armed with FAMAS automatic rifles and pestles like two iron towers near the doorway.
The blindfolded "hostages" squatted on the ground one by one, and this was a highly realistic offensive and defensive drill, from the weapons and equipment dispatched to the blindfolded behavior of the hostages, which showed that the commanders of the Chinese and French armies attached great importance to this exercise.
"Claude, should we give our allies some water on this drill?" one of the "pirates" began.
Another "pirate" Claude frowned and said, "Jacques, you don't think that's right. No matter which side we are dealing with, we should give it our all, otherwise we will be underestimated by others in the Marine Corps. ”
"Oh yes. Claude, you're right, we should go all out!" After a moment of thought, Jacques gave the answer.
"Well, come on! Claude nodded, and suddenly, he stepped up his vigilance.
Jacques, who saw Claude's movements, immediately strengthened his vigilance, and the automatic rifle in his hand was indeed held tighter.
"It can't be Rodin or the two of them?" Jacques said softly.
"Shhhh Claude made a silent gesture with a very serious expression, although they were villains in this drill, and there were only four of them, but that didn't stop them from being dedicated villains.
"Jacques, Claude, beware, the Marines (French) are now approaching your door. There were three of them. Be careful. A voice came to mind in both Jacques and Claude headphones.
"Roger. Claude replied softly, then made a gesture to Jacques to prepare for action.
Jacques pulled out a grenade from his waist and gently hooked the pull tab with his fingers, ready to act!
Outside the door, three blonde, blue-eyed, heavily armed French marines were gesturing how to attack it.
When the battle in front was about to break out, Yuan Mian took more than a dozen of his men to wait leisurely in one of the cabins at the stern. What are you waiting for? It's not waiting for the gunshots to sound in front of you, and then rushing out to pick up the bargain, well, this method is just right, not to lose the face of the chief, and it can be done according to the chief's will.
However, the script of fate is not transferred by personal wishes, Yuan Mian wants to be lazy and successfully complete the task assigned by the chief by the way, but this is not the case.
The camera turned to the outside of the cockpit, three French marines were about to break down the door, and suddenly a "pop" gunshots rang out, and the smoke device on the head of one of the marines outside the door suddenly emitted a puff of green smoke, and the people present were all experts in playing with guns, and they all knew very well that it was the gunfire of the FR-F2 sniper rifle!
From the time the shots rang out and the time he was shot, the man was no more than thirty seconds away!
“Merde! Cette/proximité/avec/un/fusil/de/sniper/me/frapper!" The French officer who had been shot scolded severely.
Turning his head to look at his teammates, they had already taken three steps and made two steps, climbed to the roof of the ship, and ran as fast as they could to chase the two "pirates".
And the sniper's figure has long disappeared from the roof of the ship's building, leaving only a non-bullet FR-F2 sniper rifle left in place, but what about people?
Five seconds ago, a burly "pirate" was lying on the roof of the building, and from his vantage point, he could just see the cockpit door, and he was almost impossible to spot in other directions!
I saw that when the three marines were about to crash open the cockpit door, he finally pulled the trigger! After pulling the trigger, he did not look to see if the other party had been shot, and he had great trust in his marksmanship!
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