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I drove to the defense area of Bill to the east with Johnson's squad and the fire support squad of the longbowmen, and the Mexicans were just beginning to make their way around the ditch to the south. The patrols on the east side had already begun to shoot, but the hundreds of patrolmen were scattered among the numerous buildings along the two-kilometre distance, so the number of people engaged in the exchange of fire with the Mexicans in the southeast corner was not large, and the gunfire on the Mexican side was sparse.

I rushed to the support point known as East Point A, got out of the car, and directed the fire support team to disperse into the surrounding buildings that could be used as firing positions, and I and Johnson got into the four-story apartment building. In the room in the southeast corner of the second floor, Bill was nervously observing the rushing Mexicans with this night vision device, I tapped him on the shoulder, and as soon as he turned around, he immediately said happily, "Great! I'm relieved that you're here. These Mexicans have a lot of firepower, and they don't mess up like the last time we shot them. ”

I looked through the hole in the sandbag barrier and saw two dozen Mexicans moving around the ditch to the south and firing their guns at the junction ahead. They straightened up, their automatic rifles tucked around their waists, and they kept strafing. One of the Mexicans, with a submachine gun in each hand, swept a shuttle in this direction every few moments, and fired a salvo of two guns. This shooting method looks extremely powerful, and it will definitely hit a target within 10 meters into a sieve, but it is completely up to the character to hit a target 10 meters away. From this shooting method, it can be seen that these people are unprofessional.

However, the patrol on our side behaved unprofessionally as well. Due to the sandbag fortifications, most of the Mexicans' bullets hit the sandbags that surrounded the buildings or hit the three or four storey buildings high, with only a few bullets hitting the walls on the second floor. But some of the patrolmen who were lying on their stomachs at the shooting holes would shrink behind sandbags behind the walls whenever bullets hit nearby walls, dodging the bullets that could not penetrate the walls. Some of our patrol members fired a shot at this target and another at that target, and some of them poured bullets desperately when they saw a target, but they didn't bother to aim before shooting. This is still a lack of actual combat experience.

After a little observation, the point is a position composed of two apartment buildings, including eight surrounding buildings, but the people in each building and even the people in one building are fighting separately, the fire is scattered and unsustained, although the gunfire is continuous, but not many Mexicans are hit.

These Mexicans were also much braver than the rotten boys we had met before, and the sound of our gunfire didn't deter them. One of the Mexicans was defeated, and the rest of the Mexicans immediately threw bullets in the direction where the bullets were coming, and although their style of play almost certainly missed the target, the momentum was enough to boost morale. Buoyed by the heavy gunfire, Mexicans did not stop their advance because someone had been hit, and more people rushed around the ditch to the south and rushed towards the community. And the Mexican RPG shooters followed, firing rockets before they could go around the ditch.

Although the blues report "Clear an RPG" came from the headset in time, I saw a rocket fly over the hole I was looking out of, exploding out of nowhere. Then a rocket hit the third or fourth floor of the apartment building. The roar of the explosion shocked the patrol members in the building, and many of them shrank back from the shooting holes and hid behind sandbags, looking at the floor in horror. "Mexicans have cannons! Come on! "Someone ran out of the room and ran up the stairs.

I hurriedly ran to the door, pulled back one of the patrolmen who was about to escape, and threw him directly on the ground, then rushed out and blocked the staircase, and shouted to the few patrolmen who had not yet arrived and rushed down the stairs: "You can't just run away like this!" Now that you're running away and letting the Mexicans go into the community, where else can you run? ”

Those people were blocked by me and couldn't advance or retreat, but they didn't immediately return to the combat position, and they were still hesitating. I continued, "Behind you are your family, don't even think about looking up in front of your family after you run away today!" There are sandbags piled up behind the walls on this floor, and RPGs can't blow through them. What are you afraid of? ”

The first man stomped his foot and turned back to his combat position, and the others looked at each other and turned back to their respective rooms. The headset again came the blues' report: "Two RPGs have been cleared. ”

Then the voice of the longbowman interjected: "The Mexicans have come quite a bit, are the machine guns firing?" ”

I hurried back to the observation and saw that a hundred and ten Mexicans had already rounded the ditch to the south, rushing forward while our fire had weakened, while many more Mexicans had not yet rounded the ditch but were already within range of the machine guns. I immediately replied to the longbowmen: "Machine gun fire!" Shoot a few grenades as well, knock them back! ”

As soon as I finished speaking, the sound of machine gun fire rang out one after another, and without night vision devices, I could see that the machine gun bullets with tracer bullets every five rounds immediately enveloped the Mexicans who were still crowded together. At first, the Mexicans screamed and fought back in the direction of the machine guns with various guns, but the massacre of the Somme would not have occurred if they had been brave and useful in the face of machine-gun crossfire. The Mexicans' brave return fire only attracted a denser stream of bullets that tore them to shreds.

A few grenades also exploded among the Mexicans, and although the low-light night vision devices made the scene less bloody, I could still see human limbs and blood flying all over the sky. Although I didn't kill less, the scene of this slaughter still sent chills down my body. But the voice of the longbowman came from the headset: "Our machine gunner seems to be still rusty in business!" Fack, ceasefire! Too many bullets are consumed! Now turn to the direction of 11 o'clock and shoot with a dot! Hear me clearly, shoot a dot shot! ”

The dense rain of bullets finally destroyed the confidence of the Mexicans, and the Mexicans who had rounded the ditch turned and ran to their companions, perhaps thinking that they would be safer that way. Originally, I was going to find a quiet corner to practice my sniping skills, but now I think it's better to direct the patrols to fight. Fighting is not fought by one or two people, and only by letting the patrolmen learn to fight can we ensure that every battle is invincible.

I walked from one firing position to another, from room to room, and kept shouting to the patrolmen who were shooting: "Keep shooting, aim and shoot!" Be careful to aim before you shoot! They are now turning their backs on you, don't be nervous! ”

Seeing the Mexicans retreat, the patrolmen's confidence was restored, and they lay back to shoot their guns in the firing port. In fact, my shouting does not help them improve their hit rate, but it can help them relieve their tension and make them consciously adjust their movements. Maybe in the next moment they will find the feeling of fighting.

The Blues Report: "There's a fire in the south. ”

A big-eyed voice also came out: "I lit the Mexicans' truck, how did they react?" ”

"Mexicans haven't reacted yet," the blues said. And so on, they found out that their car was on fire, and many people stopped to watch. At this point, we should scare them again, and they may retreat. ”

I said, "Okay, I'll take the Johnson team to attack." Big Eyes flanked from behind the Mexicans. Longbowmen squad fire cover! ”

The longbowman agreed, and I was about to walk out the door when a patrolman jumped up from the shooting hole: "Are you going to attack?" I'll go with you! ”

When I saw that it was the one who wanted to escape downstairs just now, I was very hesitant. The patrolman stepped forward and grabbed my arm and said, "Let me go with me." Then he whispered, "Please, otherwise how will I hold my head up in front of men?" ”

Since this matter is related to his dignity, I cannot but agree. As soon as I nodded, another person jumped up next to him: "I'll go with you too!" "Mobile phone users, please browse m. to read, a better reading experience.