With the order of the leading cadres, our 20 special combat members really rushed forward with all kinds of cold weapons like tigers who had been locked in a cage and starved for several days, forming a two-sided attack on this group of militants with the troops who came to support us. With this group of militants under attack, the battle line was rapidly drawn closer and reduced.

Perhaps because this group of militants knew that our twenty special operators did not carry ammunition on them, they were almost unfortified on our side, and their attention was basically focused on the troops who came to support us. After receiving the order from the cadres leading the team, the 20 members of our special combat team immediately scattered like ghosts and quietly attacked the group of militants.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

I heard three almost inaudible sounds of sharp blades piercing human muscles, and the gunfire of the three militants who were still holding guns at the troops who had come to support us stopped abruptly, and then all three of them fell down at once.

In the midst of such a fierce firefight, it would not take long for one person to fall, so although the fall of these three militants did not attract the attention of more militants, several nearby militants still noticed the abnormality of their companions, just slightly tilted their heads to take a look, and immediately nervously turned their guns and pointed them at us.

Although we are holding cold weapons such as daggers and bayonets, but, in any case, we are also special combat troops, and we are also elites who have received a lot of training, just when the muzzles of their guns have just shown signs of turning, three bayonets, one of which immediately flew out of thin air and plunged straight into the chest of a militant, and then everyone immediately made evasive actions, and even blocked the corpses of the militants that had become corpses in front of them. Let the bullet from the opposite side hit the corpse in front of him, making a "poof" sound.

Seeing their bullets hit the corpses of their comrades, the militants who shot were also obviously stunned, a little at a loss, and in the gap between the militants who shot were stunned, the team members on our side immediately picked up the guns of the militants they had killed, or the guns of the militants who had been hung up, and then immediately started shooting at the targets around them.

"Bang bang!" "Bang bang bang!" "Bang bang!" "Bang bang bang!" ......

Although we cannot say that every member of the special combat team is a sharpshooter with every shot, let alone in such a fierce exchange of fire, after all, each of us has been fed tens of thousands of bullets, and no matter how bad our marksmanship is, we can't hit the head and the heart at such a distance, but if two or three bullets hit a militant, it is basically a matter of hand, and it is even reasonable.

However, it was only after I picked up a militant's spear and fired a few shots at the militants around me that I finally discovered a serious problem. We have been complaining that this group of militants has bad marksmanship like a piece of, in fact, the fact is that it is really not like that, these guns are really a big problem, I am the same as many team members, fired several shots in succession, obviously aimed at the torso of these militants, but except for one or two militants who were unfortunately hit in the main torso position of the body, the others were either hit in the arm, or in the leg, and one was hit in the foot, and even said, the bullet was shot on the ground, Except for the splashing of layers of dirt, which had a slightly shocking effect, nothing else came out.

"! What the hell is this! "A member of the team who was closer to me shouted while firing the gun, and just a few seconds later, the gun that the team member was holding finally made a "click" sound, not that the bullet was finished, but that it was jammed!

"! This is special, haven't you ever wiped a gun this shit! This Nima only took a few shots before it jammed! Trough! What a! The team member almost unbelievably glanced at the spear he was holding now in front of him that he was holding from the corpse of the militant, and scolded loudly, and then pulled the handle of the gun a few times, and found that it couldn't be pulled at all, at this point in time, it is impossible for us to say that the gun was dismantled, and then put it back to continue to fight after the troubleshooting is completed, in that case, there will only be two endings, or when you finish disassembling and loading, after troubleshooting, this battle is basically over, Basically, there is nothing to do with you, or you will be treated as a live target, and you will be shot or twice, which is basically a normal phenomenon, and it is a human hornet's nest!

So! The wisest option is to discard the malfunctioning gun immediately! The team member also decisively chose this method, lost the gun without thinking about it, and then immediately pulled out the bayonet from his waist, and then pulled out the dagger from his calf, one in each hand, one left and one right, and began to rush towards the group of militants.

Coincidentally, this group of militants is not the same as us after all, professional soldiers, where do they know what to maintain guns or something, let's not talk about what the aiming baseline is like for the time being, even if the guns come with a hole and a crosshair, there are only a few, and the jammed ones are one after another, and the ammunition is also pitiful, most of them are still the kind of repeated reloading, homemade bullets, and the failure rate is even higher! So, almost always after firing a few shots, we decisively separated the bullets, discarded them on the spot, and then, like the team member, holding the bayonet in one hand and the dagger in the other, rushed towards the group of militants in front.

In modern warfare, using cold weapons to fight guns and firearms is undoubtedly looking for death! However, that is only for those militants against professional soldiers, but the current situation is that a group of our highly trained special operators with cold weapons are holding cold weapons against a group of militants who are about to be beaten by our support forces and are powerless, or even almost have no heads. Among them, the only thing that the one or twenty special combat soldiers armed with cold weapons on our side have to worry about is actually whether one of them will accidentally be favored by God and be hit by a stray bullet or two, and other than that, I really can't think of anything else that can be called dangerous.

Under the powerful firepower suppression of our support forces and the surprise attack of the two squads on our side, this group of militants was forced to one side by us step by step, that is, at this moment, almost all the militants were busy running for their lives, where did they still have the heart to take care of Lao Mao, not to mention that there were a few guys who wanted to kill Lao Mao first, and then continue to exchange fire with us or something, but they were named by the snipers in the troops we rushed to support. What's more, no one dares to touch Lao Mao. Lao Mao took advantage of this opportunity, decisively found a stone to cut the rope that tied him, and then picked up a spear dropped by the militants and began to shoot, I don't know if the bullet is out or there is a special situation like many of our team members, the bullet is jammed, anyway, I saw him shoot violently for a while, and directly took the spear as a burning stick, and smashed it towards a militant closest to him with the butt. The militant who was hit by Lao Mao was directly smashed on the right cheek by Lao Mao, and a mouthful of blood spurted out at that time, which seemed to be mixed with a few white particles, needless to say, it was basically the militant's teeth, and then he fell directly to the ground, unconscious.

Seeing that the situation was one-sided, the leading cadres, who were still a little worried about our safety before, also had a little bit of a red eye at this time, and directly shouted: "Comrades! Come on! Rush up! The bayonet is red! The time has come to show the fine fighting style of our revolutionary soldiers! Come on! ”

Although it seems that the words shouted by the leading cadres did have a little bit of pretending to bluff people, but at that moment, we really listened to it, and they rushed forward directly one by one, but basically there was nothing for us at that time, and the bullets of the troops who came to support were not too much farther than our cold weapons.

The support force rushed to the front, and the special combat team members of our two squads, except for one team member and the bus driver who helped the injured team member to find the health worker who came to support him, the other team members followed closely behind the support force, while chasing the remaining militants with the support force, while hurrying to replenish the ammunition.

However, the remaining militants were actually only seven or eight people left, led by the die-hard little leader of the scorpion from before, and ran towards our right.

"Bang bang bang!" "Bang bang!" "Bang bang bang!" "Bang!" Seven or eight of their militants were running and shooting themselves in the back without looking, and we were just doing some evasive maneuvers at first, and then we didn't bother to pay attention to them.

"Bang!" "Bang bang bang!" "Bang!" "Bang bang bang!" "Bang bang!"

With a succession of shots from assault rifles and sniper rifles, three more militants fell on the way to escape.

"Bang!" "Bang bang!" "Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, with several loud explosions, a wave of heat rushed towards us, and we immediately reflexively fell on the ground, only to feel the ground under us shake a few times.

After the explosion, we immediately got up and continued the pursuit again, but only a few steps away from it again found that the militants who had just fled and the die-hard little leader of the scorpion had turned into several corpses and fell there.

Judging from the traces at the scene, it was the mine that was triggered, and the density of the mine was relatively large, and it was directly killed by a series of explosions, Vonima! What's going on? Is it really self-inflicted?