Lying quietly on a gentle slope only two hundred meters away from the bridge, Gu Weisu coldly watched as one after another Toyota pickup trucks that rushed onto the bridge were beaten into flames, or crashed off the bridge and fell apart, or burned into a brilliant bonfire on the bridge deck, and the fingers on the trigger retainer did not move in the slightest.

As a professional sniper, every bullet must act as a timpani on the battlefield. Some elite snipers can even rely on the sniper rifle in their hands to completely control the direction and rhythm of normal battles. In other words, accurate shooting skills are not even as important to a sniper as an eye for the rhythm of the battlefield.

Looking sideways at the truck holding hostages that was the focus of the target, and then at the several Toyota pickup trucks that surrounded the truck and squeezed the truck to the point where it was difficult to move an inch, Gu Weisu took a slight breath and looked at the armed men in the cab of a Toyota pickup truck from the sight with bated breath.

Apparently due to the influence of anxiety and fear, the armed man who was targeted by Gu Weisu was yelling at the drivers of other vehicles, and the revolver wielded in one hand was even more indiscriminate, completely ignoring the possible misfire caused by the finger on the trigger.

Choosing a relatively narrow shooting angle, Gu Weisu pulled the trigger without hesitation. The muzzle-mounted DIY silencer greatly reduces the muzzle flame caused by the sniper rifle's shooting, and makes the original roaring gunfire become muffled and abnormal, and even the dust under the muzzle is not stirred up by the air flow when the bullet escapes out of the muzzle!

The advantage of good equipment allowed the bullets to hit the revolver in the hands of the agitated militant with just the right amount of money. The structure of the pistol itself, along with the six rounds in the magazine, came together into scattered bullets and fragments of the magazine, which instantly turned the agitated militant into a bloody gourd. The scattered blood and brains rendered the already dirty cab into an impressionist painting full of blood and death!

Because of the indiscriminate scolding among each other, and because of the battlefield environment that had been disrupted, several militants who had witnessed this bloody scene at close range did not hear the strange sound of bullets tearing the air when they whilted. After a moment of astonishment and stunned, several militants jumped out of their respective Toyota pickup trucks and pushed the Toyota pickup truck, which had no driver and was covered with flesh and blood, to the side of the road, and then overturned the whole car into a deep ditch next to the roadbed......

Even for veteran armed personnel, when the weapons and equipment in their possession are too rudimentary, misfire or the explosion of weapons and ammunition often occurs. The militants, who are no longer surprised by this, have already had a corresponding countermeasure - just move the unlucky ghost who collapsed himself from his eyes as soon as possible!

Watching the parking space that had just been vacated quickly being occupied by other Toyota pickup trucks, while the truck holding the hostages did not move at all, Gu Weisu frowned slightly, and aimed the T-shaped reticle in the sight at another Toyota pickup truck that had lost its hood.

In the slight sound of a gunshot, which was like a whispered cough, an orange-red fire suddenly erupted from the engine body of the Toyota pickup truck that had lost its hood. As the orange-red flame rose, one of the armed men sitting in the cab jumped out of the car screaming, and crawled away from the Toyota pickup, which was very likely to explode.

Cursing loudly, several militants who had just pushed a car into a ditch on the side of the road had no choice but to rush to the side of the vehicle that had begun to burn, shouting indiscriminately and pushing the blazing Toyota pickup truck into the ditch on the other side of the road. The vehicle had just turned into a deep ditch, and the sound of the explosion of the on-board ammunition had suddenly sounded. The scattered shrapnel even broke the brain of a militant operating a .50 machine gun in the distance!

Two cars were overturned into a deep ditch on the side of the road, and between the vehicles that were originally crowded together, there was finally some room to move. In the midst of cursing and slight collisions, several Toyota pickup trucks that were stuck in front of the truck and were in a hurry to escape finally squeezed to the front of the bridge, and couldn't wait to join the ranks of impacting the other end of the bridge!

Gently pressing the throat intercom, Gu Weisu stared at the truck that had not moved and whispered: "The obstacles around the target have been cleared, and the opening can be opened!" ”

Listening to Gu Weisu's report on the battlefield situation, Tang Guoming quickly rolled and jumped into another foxhole, turned his head and yelled at Halbara, who was happily fighting with the M134 machine gun not far away: "Release the gap, let them pass!" ”

With a reluctant grunt, Halbara raised the muzzle of the gun slightly. The crimson bullet chain suddenly drew a slight arc in the dark night sky, and rushed towards the crowded vehicles in the distance, but it was just right to give up the space at the bridgehead.

Seeing the gunmen lying in ambush at the other end of the bridge move their fire as if greedy for the rate of kill, scattering the deadly rain of bullets on the crowded vehicles in the distance, the Toyota pickup trucks that were gathered at the head of the bridge and were about to force the attack suddenly rushed towards the not spacious bridge!

In the violent crash, the vehicle, which had been beaten into a pile of wreckage, was directly hit under the bridge, and there was a muffled sound one after another. Several militants who were dying and struggling on the wreckage of the vehicle were also mercilessly knocked under the bridge, and the screams were like wolf howls, which was terrible!

Seeing a Toyota pickup truck that had smashed the hood twisted and rushed across the bridge, Tang Guoming turned his gun and fired a long shot at the Toyota pickup truck that had already rushed over the bridge, turning the .50 caliber machine gun on the carriage, and the machine gunner who wanted to strafe his position turned over and fell off the carriage, and shouted loudly: "Lei Gong, drive the sheep!" ”

Gritting his teeth fiercely, Bao Lei smiled and turned the M134 machine gun that was originally aimed at the bridge deck, and fired at the Toyota pickup trucks that rushed across the bridge one after another. For the purpose of driving away and intimidating, the trajectory of the M134 machine gun operated by Bao Lei has been slightly increased. The bullets whistling half a meter above the Toyota pickup truck scared the militants who had just rushed across the bridge half to death, and almost all of them gave up the idea of shooting at Tang Guoming and the others, huddled in the low car with no bulletproof function at all, and pulled off their voices to urge their fellow drivers to flee as soon as possible.

Pan Guan looked at the Toyota pickup trucks that were running away from the bridge, and shouted with a little emotion: "Boss, do you think this face looks like anything?" ”

Neatly beating a militant who was poking his head in the carriage and wanted to fight back with a gun to the sky, Tang Guoming hurriedly replied loudly: "Close the door and beat the dog? ”

A shot blew the headlights of a Toyota pickup truck, and Pan Guan replied, "Doesn't it look like the Death Highway during the Gulf War?" A group of frightened Iraqis fled for their lives under the fire of the American army, and in the end no one escaped......"

Before he finished speaking, Gu Weisu's somewhat cold voice suddenly came from the communicator: "The target vehicle has started moving!" ”

Without Tang Guoming's orders, Bao Lei quickly threw off the M134 machine gun he controlled, and pounced on the remote-controlled bomb control component placed aside: "Judge, come and take over!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Pan Guan had already rolled all the way to the M134 machine gun, whose barrel was still spinning rapidly, and fired at a Toyota pickup truck that had just crossed the bridge. Not far from Pan Guan's side, Bao Lei, who was wearing a night vision device, held the handle on the remote-controlled bomb control unit tightly, his eyes shining at the truck that had just rushed onto the bridge.

Because of the large size of the vehicle, the truck that rushed onto the bridge was blocked by the obstacles on the bridge, and could not rush at full speed like a Toyota pickup truck, but could only twist from side to side to pass through the obstacles that were not hit by the Toyota pickup truck. As the truck approached the center of the bridge, Bao Lei gently pressed a red button on the handle.

Like firecrackers playing with children, a series of small explosions suddenly rang out from a thick supporting column under the bridge. With the sound of a small explosion, a cloud of smoke rose from the supporting columns of the bridge, quickly forming a not-so-regular ring, enveloping the thick supporting columns just right.

The tooth-wrenching sound of concrete and steel grinding was as loud as a swarm of rats gnawing nuts, even in the cacophony of gunfire. With the sound of friction from the supporting columns of the bridge, several wide cracks suddenly appeared on the originally smooth bridge deck, just enough to jam the tires of a Toyota pickup truck that was rushing across the bridge.

Suddenly pinned to the tires, the Toyota pickup truck in the rush was like a crappy juggler turning his clap heel, and the whole car soared into the air, and then slammed back into the bridge deck that had produced cobweb-like cracks.

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the bridge deck, which had already created cracks, collapsed in a few seconds after the vehicle was slammed down. The unevenly sized cement blocks fell like raindrops under the bridge, and the supporting column, which had lost its load-bearing function, also collapsed with a series of strange noises, smashing a large cloud of smoke and dust in the deep valley below the bridge, and even erupted with a muffled sound that almost shook people to their feet.

Admiring his masterpiece with some pride, Bao Lei looked at the other support column at the back of the truck from his night vision goggles and pressed the button on the handle again. In the same series of small explosions, a support column less than ten meters behind the truck was also enveloped in smoke from the explosion. In the explosion, the bridge deck behind the truck also began to show irregular cracks.

Throwing the remote control component in his hand to the side, Bao Lei quickly stood up and pushed Pan Guan, who was controlling the M134 machine gun, to the side: "Do your job!" ”

Glancing at the M110 sniper rifle resting behind the bulletproof bunker, Pan Guanquite reluctantly leaned down behind the bulletproof bunker and stretched out the barrel of the gun from a shot hole reserved under the bulletproof bunker: "With that guy who fried liver, can you still make up for my leaks?" Even if I am asked to fill in the leaks, this thing in my hand can't catch up with the guy in my hand? ”

Staring at the militants who had been cut off from the front and back and stuck on an isolated bridge, Tang Guoming snorted coldly: "That's the lives of eleven Chinese!" ”

Listening to Tang Guoming's cold words, Pan Guan didn't say much, but tried his best to breathe evenly, and aimed the gun at a militant who was in a hurry on the isolated bridge deck, and pulled the trigger steadily. The crimson metal streams spit from the two M134 machine guns on Pan Guan's side also began to sweep towards the terrified armed powder at the other end of the bridge......