All along, whenever I have something to do outside, I have the habit of preparing and checking my luggage in advance.

In particular, some small things should be carefully inspected and then placed in a position that is readily available.

Staying or staying in an unfamiliar environment, I will find out the passage direction of the entire building and the general architectural situation of the surrounding buildings in a blink of an eye.

Before going to bed, behind the door and window, there will always be a one-dollar coin stuck in the way of the door and window push.

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

These are the habits I developed in the military.

With this habit, the chances of survival may be much higher.

At least, on the battlefield!

The attack on us was sudden and violent. The gunner, whose head poked out of the armored vehicle that opened the way, didn't even have time to react, and the whole head was already flying diagonally.

It wasn't until blood splattered on the roof of the car, and the gunner's body limp into the car, that the first shots seemed to come from far away.

Yes 12. Anti-materiel sniper rifle of 7 mm caliber.

SVD sniper rifles are almost everywhere in Russia, and it's easier to buy an optical sight on the black market than a few bottles of foreign wine.

But this kind of anti-materiel sniper rifle is really rare.

Although this thing is used to fight light armored vehicles, it is also accurate to do so, but the Russians seem to prefer weapons like RPGs, perhaps because the RPGs have a better attack effect, or it may be the psychology of supporting domestic products, right?

Speaking of which, the tactical quality of the Da Mao brother is still very authentic.

The armored personnel carrier we were sitting in was still making a sharp turn to avoid the next round of attacks, and the big hair brother had already jumped to the gunner's position. In about two seconds, the heavy machine gun mounted on the armored personnel carrier was already deafeningly ringing.

There are pros and cons to tracer bullets.

The advantage is that you can clearly see your own trajectory, and you can correct your attack direction according to this trajectory, but the disadvantage is that you can drag your own target at the same time.

As soon as Da Mao opened fire, I could hear the tinkling of the outside of the armored personnel carrier we were sitting in, and I heard the movement of at least three or four AKs firing at us.

We were relieved.

Anyone who has ever been a soldier, especially someone who knows a certain amount about firearms, knows it. The veteran oil shoots that is not a rabbit or an eagle, and he will never shoot indiscriminately until he confirms his attack target.

Even if you shoot a gun, it's a short burst shot for accurate shooting or a long spot shot for suppressive shooting, and there won't be a guy who pulls the trigger to the end and wastes the bullet in vain.

Listening to such a dense gunshot, and the bullet impact points are simply everywhere in all directions, the one who attacked us must be a rookie-level guy, and the trouble is not good, it is a new ding who has just touched the gun for a few days.

Our armored personnel carrier turned behind a small building that was about to collapse, just to leave a better firing position for the big Mao brothers, and it was also convenient for us to get out of the car and hide.

I tried to open the door and run outside, but as soon as Brother Kuangming grabbed my arm, it was a throat - something was wrong!

Then, he reached out and pulled off the big hair that was fighting!

I kind of understand what a kick is.

Almost the moment Da Mao's body was pulled down by Kuang Ming's brother, a sniper rifle bullet flew past Da Mao's scalp, plowing Da Mao's scalp out of a ditch alive.

If you slow down for half a second, Da Mao's Heavenly Spirit Gai will be separated from his head!

In good conscience, that young man with big hair is really fierce.

There was blood on his head, and I guess it was a mild concussion from a bullet, but Da Mao shook his head and slammed out of the side door we had just opened. Before the person landed, the guy in his hand had already shot out with three short points.

One by one, we scurried out of the armored personnel carrier. These are all people who have been soldiers for a while, and after getting off the car, they don't need to say anything to Brother Kuangming, and a half-arc shaped defensive circle has been formed in three or two clicks, except for the small pistol in his hand, which is indeed useless, and the overall feeling is still very good for professionals.

From afar, I saw some guys wearing the same military uniform as Da Mao, but without hats, scurrying back and forth, and the flames of the AK in their hands were as dazzling as the children's favorite fireworks during the Spring Festival.

But the accuracy is really a little worse......

Not to mention hitting us, not many bullets passed through our heads, and I don't know if those people were attacking with empty cartridges as live ammunition?

In contrast, the quality of Da Mao's gang of Russian military masters is significantly higher.

In the case of a sudden ambush, several armored personnel carriers simply occupied the three vertices, and then the individual soldiers relied on the machine gun fire on the armored personnel carriers to form a skirmish line, and a triangular formation desperately blocked those ambushers from the perimeter.

And the several snipers in the car are also quite professional, and the two snipers solved the 12 almost immediately. A 7mm caliber sniper rifle, incidentally, also beat a guy who was carrying an RPG and was going to come out to kill him into a blood gourd.

In just two minutes, the opponent's sniper fire was cleared, and then Da Mao and their side took cover alternately and began a counter-assault.

I heard Jiang Kuan's giant grandson guy whispering what does this mean?

Among these ambushers, there are a few snipers who are quite a bit of a trick, and the others are simply targets? If you continue to fight like this, this is purely a method of fighting to the death......

Brother Kuang Ming snorted twice and said that this is normal.

These people who ambushed us were supposed to attract fire with these indiscriminate shooters, and the snipers were waiting for the opportunity to snipe. You pay attention to my two and three o'clock directions, there were snipers in that place, and it is estimated that they left ahead of time because they saw that the occasion was wrong.

Before the words fell, just under the pile of rubble in front of us, a guy carrying an RPG suddenly burst out, and without saying a word, he was about to fire at the armored personnel carrier while holding the RPG.

The guns in our hands went off!

The four pistols fired almost at the same time, and they were all double-shots, and they all chose the guy's head as the target, and they shot the guy's head alive without a trace!

The Russian military master who was shouting at the communicator for support inside the armored personnel carrier was frightened, and his face turned pale with fright, and the Russian in his mouth was not good, so he shouted at Brother Kuangming.

Brother Kuang Ming grabbed the alert, and then sighed and said, "We are not unlucky, this is a daredevil, and we don't plan to go back alive at all." If we had shot a little bit slower or hit that guy in some part of his body, I'm afraid everyone would have gone up to heaven by now!

I crawled over and lifted the hem of the guy's shirt to take a look, and I felt like I was in a cold sweat.

That guy actually had a body of explosives strapped to him, and the detonator was tucked into his waist, I guess after the RPG was smashed out, this guy was able to hit the middle of our defense line and pull the explosives.

But such a dusty outlaw, judging from the skeleton of that body, is at most fifteen or sixteen years old......

A few years later, I saw those bombs on TV and the news, and I thought to myself, how can there be so many black-hearted people in the world?

At that time, many Chechen civilians did not want to participate in these messy affairs. But you can't stand some guys with dirty thoughts and coerce them into battle as cannon fodder, right?

Then, someone in the family died in battle, and the black-hearted separatist gangsters naturally would not admit that it was because of their black hearts that caused these tragedies, and could only instigate the families of those who died in the war to take up arms and go to the battlefield again!

After a vicious circle, this hatred accumulates year after year and generation after generation, and it becomes a mortal enemy.

In the end, the bones of the good people who died in vain were made by those separatist gangsters who succeeded in their high and powerful positions!

So, can those divisive gangsters not make me grit my teeth and hate?