Looking from the sights installed on the AKU gun, the pillars of car lights are like pythons foraging in the dark stretching out snake letters, marking countless cracks in the dark night. Perhaps struck by the sudden expulsion battle, the machine-gun militants in the Toyota pickup truck pulled the trigger at almost any suspicious spot in the headlights, emboldening themselves with frantic strafing.

And such a move made the militants fleeing together even more frightened. In order to fight for the escape road, many Toyota pickup trucks have scraped and collided with each other in the race. Some of the militants who had already been at odds with each other had already brandished their weapons and cursed wildly, and even faintly wanted to fight.

Seeing the two Toyota pickup trucks roaring onto the bridge, occupying the not spacious bridge deck, Tang Guoming steadily aimed the gun at the top of the dazzling headlights, and pulled the trigger to shoot a long point shot.

The firing distance of less than 200 meters is exactly the best range for the AKM automatic rifle to exert its power while maintaining good accuracy. As the gunshots rang out, one of the Toyota pickup trucks suddenly braked sharply and quickly reversed backwards. A menacing Toyota pickup truck tilted its head suddenly, smashed into the cement guardrail on one side of the bridge that was not solid, and fell under the black hole in the screams and exclamations!

Almost two or three seconds apart, the loud sound of the vehicle falling to the bottom of the bridge reached Tang Guoming's ears. A cloud of orange-red flames suddenly rose in the darkness, detonating the weapons and ammunition loaded on the vehicle.

The explosion of ammunition and the ignition of the fire illuminated the craggy rocks under the bridge, and also made many vehicles driving at the head of the bridge see clearly the attack on their companions in front.

Without the slightest hesitation, the armed men in control of the machine guns in several Toyota pickup trucks that had stepped on the brakes did not wait to stand firm, and had already swept towards the other end of the bridge. Although under such blind shooting, most of the bullets deviated from the shooting location of the sniper, but there were also a small number of bullets on the bulletproof plate bunker set up by Tang Guoming and others, and the bulletproof plate made a dull sound.

Subconsciously bowing his head to avoid the bullets, Pan Guan watched the brakes on the hydraulic support frame set up behind the bulletproof plate being beaten and sunk again and again, and couldn't help muttering worriedly: "Can this bulletproof plate bunker be reliable?" With so many .50 caliber machine gun bullets, the average armored vehicle can't withstand it for too long? ”

Sitting cross-legged behind the bulletproof plate bunker, Halbara didn't have a nervous look on his face, and reached out and knocked on the bulletproof plate that was constantly being hit by bullets quite easily: "This thing uses the latest multi-layer metal mesh bulletproof technology, which doesn't look thick, but it's actually a twelve-layer single bulletproof module superimposed by different bulletproof materials." Not to mention a .50 caliber machine gun bullet, even a high-explosive rocket of the RPG series can also ......"

Before he finished speaking, from the darkness on the other side of the bridge, several RPG rockets were already dragging long tail smoke, screaming towards Tang Guoming and the others. Because of the strong lateral winds on both sides of the bridge, after several rockets were discharged, they were all blown away from the direction by the night wind blowing from the side, and smashed crookedly onto the barren beach dozens of meters away from Tang Guoming and others.

Quickly lowered his body in the foxhole, Pan Guan felt a scorching evil wind passing over his head, and heard the bulletproof plate bunker being hit by the prefabricated fragments of high-explosive rockets in his ears, and couldn't help but shout urgently: "Haye, how are you?" ”

As if he were resting in his own yard, Halbara's answer was unusually calm: "Don't worry...... High-explosive rockets can withstand direct hits, and this bit of prefabricated fragmentation is not a thing at all! ”

Slightly relieved, Pan Guan cautiously jumped out of the foxhole, and rolled all the way into the foxhole adjacent to the bulletproof plate bunker where Halbara was sitting: "Haye, your crow's mouth is too smart, you really come to rockets when you say rockets?" Don't talk nonsense! ”

He gossiped at Halbara, but Pan Guan's movements were not slow at all. In just one sentence, Pan Guan had already shot several short shots at several Toyota pickup trucks within sight. All of them were hit by the armor bullet on the body of the Toyota pickup truck, splashing sparks one after another, which immediately made the militants who relied on the Toyota pickup truck as a cover unable to dodge.

Amidst the chaotic shouting and cursing, the militants who were suddenly attacked finally noticed something unusual after a short panic - the bullets fired from across the bridge did not seem to be so dense. Judging by the frequency of gunshots, it seems that only two automatic rifles are firing?

Amid the shouting, almost all of the armed men who could shoot directly at the other end of the bridge all fired their weapons to the limit.

The barrel of a .50 caliber machine gun was in smoke in just one minute. And those Romanian versions of AK automatic rifles are even so beaten that even the handguard has a scorching smell of burning.

Because of the lack of maintenance of the weapons, or the fact that the necessary maintenance of the weapons in the hands was never carried out, there were several unlucky armed men who clutched automatic rifles in their hands, and even blew up. The scattered parts of the weapons caused several militants to scream and cover their wounds or those given by their companions.....

After a full five minutes of strafing, apparently for a tentative purpose, a Toyota pickup truck was pushed onto the bridge by several militants and slowly drove towards the other end of the bridge.

The militants, who were standing on the carriage and operating the machine guns, hunched down behind the bulletproof plates attached to the guns, fired almost without any gaps at the other end of the bridge. And several other militants, under the cover of the body, held the automatic rifles in their hands, and once again quickly emptied one magazine after another.

Waving his hand at Halbara and Bao Lei, who were about to control the M134 machine gun and fire, Tang Guoming stared at the Toyota pickup truck that was being pushed slowly forward from his sights, and suddenly pulled the trigger and fired an unusually accurate short point shot at one side of the wheel. With the explosion of the tires after being burst, the Toyota pickup truck, which was moving slowly forward, suddenly tilted, and the originally slow and abnormally slow forward came to an abrupt halt!

In the frenzied shouting and scolding, several armed personnel who were pushing the cart forward finally roughly judged the firing position where Tang Guoming was, and they all shot at the position where the muzzle flame in Tang Guoming's hand was lit. But as early as the moment when he burst the tires of the car, Tang Guoming had already jumped out of the foxhole, and rolled all the way to Bao Lei's side behind the bulletproof plate cover.

Stretching out his hand and clicking on the military computer placed next to Bao Lei, Tang Guoming stared at the truck loaded with hostages that appeared on the computer screen, turned his head and shouted at Bao Lei: "The truck transporting the hostages has been blocked near the bridge, clean up the bridge deck for those militants, we have to start fishing!" ”

Simply agreed, Bao Lei, who had long been unable to hold back the fighting spirit in his heart, suddenly started the motor of the M134 machine gun. In the sound of the buzzing motor, the six barrels of the M134 machine gun spun rapidly, and a cloud of orange-red muzzle flames more than a foot long suddenly shone in the night, emitting a palpitating and deadly light!

Like a dumb gunshot tearing through a cloth, the metal stream formed by the steel projectile easily burst into flames on the Toyota pickup truck that collapsed on the bridge deck, and then tore the Toyota pickup truck, which had been turned into scrap metal, to pieces. Several militants who relied on the Toyota pickup truck as a cover were also beaten into a cloud of blood in the first place.

Carefully judging the location of the truck transporting the hostages, Tang Guoming grabbed the control handle connected to the military computer and violently pressed the launch button on the control handle.

With a crisp sound like an ice pick gouging through the ice, the cylindrical projectile that burst out of a fragment kill module assembly jumped to a height of about ten meters, stretched out six fishtail stabilizer wings in mid-air, and screamed towards a Toyota pickup truck parked on the side of the road, slamming into the roof of the cockpit of the Toyota pickup truck.

Like a tumbler that is not pretty, the cylindrical projectile that hits the target staggers to maintain an upright posture and spun rapidly like a spinning top. Several red lights the size of beans embedded in the middle of the projectile body also formed a red ring in the continuous rotation.

There was no roar of explosion, not even the crisp sound of metal shattering, and on the constantly rotating cylindrical projectile body, pieces of diamond-shaped prefabricated fragments shot out suddenly, like water droplets thrown out by a huge centrifugal force, scattering a killing range of a full ten meters around the rotating projectile body.

The fragmentation module assembly, which is used for trenches or house clearance, is known for leaving no dead corners and no live openings in the killing range. The shrapnel scattered without dead ends, and suddenly made a wail within ten meters of the bullet impact point. Some of the hapless militants were even cut into limb pieces by dense and sharp diamond-shaped prefabricated fragments, and it looked as if they had been tortured.

With the crunch of ice picks hitting the ice, one after another cylindrical projectiles fell in a staggered manner into the various vehicles crowded on the road. If someone can carefully observe the landing point of the cylindrical projectile, it is naturally not difficult to find the landing point of the cylindrical projectile. (This combat method was used in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, and the Vietnamese troops who attempted to attack our positions were almost driven forward by the shells falling next to their heels, and finally plunged into the preset firepower network of our army)

But in the midst of the screams and wails, almost every militant stuck in the road was busy running for his life, or hiding in a relatively safe car, trembling and gasping to the crisp sound of prefabricated fragments hitting the metal body, where was the mind to distinguish that the bullet impact point was constantly squeezing everyone to flee in the direction of the bridge?

The first militant who drove towards the bridge was unexpectedly smashed into a pile of debris by the metal stream spewed by the M134. But another Toyota pickup truck behind it seemed to be favored by the god of luck, and rushed all the way to the middle of the bridge, only to be punctured and plunged under the dark bridge......

Just like a wildebeest attacked by a pack of lions on a migration, even if it knows that there is a group of hungry crocodiles in the river ahead, the wildebeest will rush into the rushing river without hesitation, and run for its life to the screams of their companions being hunted by crocodiles! One after another, Toyota pickup trucks or other armed vehicles, almost blindfolded, rushed onto the not spacious bridge deck, risking their lives for a big gamble of life and death!

When the first Toyota pickup truck struck across the bridge and slammed into the darkness, the example of the successful man gave the other militants endless courage. More vehicles joined the sprint without hesitation......