177. Ammunition

177. Ammunition

I slept very comfortably this night, as if the tranquilizer in Sheng Xiaonan's hand had an effect. I lay in my sleeping bag and fell asleep in a few moments.

I had a long dream at night, saying that it was a dream, but it was like a memory, and I saw some things that made me worth remembering, such as after a very hard training in the logistics warehouse, I sat on the top of the wood with Chen Yan, Sun Tianpao, monkey and others, smoking together, bragging together, and I also saw Sun Tianpao holding his teeth stained with leek leaves, laughing at me, telling us about his glorious deeds.

In the morning, I was woken up by the mushroom head, I glanced at the watch on my wrist, it was five o'clock in the morning, I rubbed my eyes, sat up, and felt that this sleep, with the help of tranquilizers, the fatigue of many days had all disappeared in this instant.

After hastily eating some combat dry food, we began to prepare to pack up our equipment and set off. I didn't have time to see what was in this pile of equipment last night, but now I can see it more realistically, puncture-resistant jungle combat boots, hammocks, water bottles, and lunch boxes that look older. Sapper shovels, blah blah blah.

I looked at the pile of equipment and felt a little confused.

As a NOC. I have the impression that it should be like Tom Cruise or James Bond, with a pistol on his body, he can brave the world, but this time the equipment looks like a set of guys who have been marching in the jungle for a long time.

I know that the special forces of the Southeast Military Region, these proud men are the pioneers of jungle operations, and they are also experts in this area, and I have also seen their standard combat equipment, and there are not so many of us.

I was puzzled and asked, "Mushroom, what are we doing here?" ”

Mushroomhead concentrated on loading his backpack with something, as if he hadn't heard what I said.

Sheng Xiaonan carefully put a military GPS into his backpack, as if casually said: "We are going to march in the vast forests around the Golden Triangle for three weeks to search for the shipping routes of drug lords." After that, they joined forces with the border anti-narcotics cadres and policemen to destroy this group of bastards who sent drugs to our country. ”

It dawned on me that this was the case, but I had another question and asked, "So." Why choose us? We seem to be a NOC engaged in intelligence, as the saying goes, good steel is used on the blade, I always feel that we should infiltrate the White House and steal the love letter between the President of the United States and his second wife, is there some waste when we do such work? ”

Huzi patted me on the shoulder and said, "It is precisely because of our NOC identity that this operation is different from the past, this is the first time we have engaged in activities outside the national border, we have no identity, no government protection, so if something happens in this forest, the country has no pressure above public opinion, do you understand?" ”

I nodded, I understand this, but we don't need to march in the mountains and forests for weeks, right? According to the practice of ordinary agents, it is estimated that there are several, if it is John Rambo, it is estimated that he will carry a large-caliber guy and kill it along the gate, if it is Ethan Hunt who does this, it is estimated that he will make a silicone mask and mix in. But why do we use such a stupid way?

Before I could ask why, I had already seen that everyone had almost sorted out their equipment, and I realized that I had really lost my leadership in this operation.

At this time, what should be prepared is the weapon, I am still the same, the German-made MP5 submachine gun, the stability of this gun is very good, just like the humid and stuffy environment in the tropical rainforest, the stability of this gun is still relatively good, speaking of weapons for jungle warfare, this aspect was vividly reflected in the Vietnam War. At that time, the U.S. military was equipped with the standard M14, but because the environment in the jungle was really too complicated, the reliability of the M14, which has always been known for its accuracy, was extremely poor, and if a grain of sand entered the chamber of the gun, it would lead to the failure of the firearm, and later after the M16 was replaced, this situation did not slow down at all.

For his part, Ho Chi Minh used the Soviet-made AK47 series automatic rifles, which were simply beyond human imagination in terms of reliability. Even if it was just pulled out of the swamp and the gun was still covered with sludge, it was still used.

Later, the U.S. military threw away the relatively high-tech rifles in their hands and went to pick up the relatively rough AK47 made by North Vietnam.

The choice of weapons for this operation is quite satisfactory, because in the jungle, the field of vision is not wide, and a reliable weapon like MP5 has a fast rate of fire, which is really a strong guarantee for us.

The only thing that made people feel a little surprised was that Tang Lei was still holding a huge M82 anti-materiel sniper rifle. I just frowned and asked: "Tang Lei, jungle combat, this gun is inevitably a little too impractical, you see, the body of the M82 is too long and heavy, and the weight of the bullet is also very heavy, why not use the 85 sniper?" If you choose the 85 sniper, not to mention being flexible, you can also carry more ammunition. ”

Tang Lei didn't care, just glanced at me, and then disassembled the gun and put it in a special box, and said: "No reason, I just like this gun, I just like it, I always feel that there is no reliable big guy in my hand to support it, if the firepower on the sniper position is not fierce, your safety in front will be a little more fragile." ”

At this time, the mushroom head walked up, patted his backpack, and said, "It's okay, I'll just put a base amount of ammunition on Sister Lei's back." ”

I began to pack my gun, and then loaded a base of ammunition into my backpack, Sheng Xiaonan stopped me, threw a heavy paper-wrapped bullet box to me, and said: "One base of ammunition is far from enough, this time, each of us must bring at least three base ammunition!" ”

"Three cardinal ????" My God, I couldn't help but cry out, a submachine gun, one base of ammunition is about 300 rounds, 723 kilograms, three base ammunition, that is, 900 rounds, just ammunition, more than 20 kilograms!!

Sheng Xiaonan didn't say anything, he put 900 rounds of ammunition into his backpack, I stepped forward and snatched Sheng Xiaonan's backpack, snatched the two bullet boxes inside, put them into my backpack, and said, "Political commissar, I'll give you some bullets." If you look at the long distance, 20 kilograms of ammunition is really a bit heavy!! ”