"Confirmed kill." Simon, who was lurking in the snow mound for thousands of meters, heard Ramirez's report, and he silently pulled the bolt, withdrew an ordinary 7.62 bullet, and replaced it with a full magazine of 12.7 mm pressurized armor-piercing rounds, and the sniper's eyes clearly saw the snowman quietly drilling through the 22x scope, which was no longer in production at this time. "Roger, prepare Plan A."

Ramirez pressed the intercom and caught a glimpse of a crusader who was not yet dead, and before he could make a move, Marco jumped up and stomped on the neck of the dying man. Ramirez raised his palms in motion, he didn't care about the fate of the patrolling crusaders. In order to wait for the ambush moment, they endured the cold for most of the day motionless in the snow, thanks to Simon's emptiness of his family to buy ten pairs of fine winter cold camouflage clothes from Longhu, otherwise it would be difficult for everyone to move an inch.

"God, it's really a big fat sheep." Ramirez glanced at the fussy Fachtly, a nineteen-year-old man who was in line with the most famous trait of the Iron City, steel fearless, more excited to see the enemy than the girl, no wonder he froze for an hour and then gave the order to charge first. But if it is said that the brave blood alone is not enough to make the golden eyes who are accustomed to seeing the skillful war skills of the Longhu mercenaries look sideways, this kid is willing to obey discipline, discipline in any situation.

The hot air exhaled by Peter seeped out along the exhaust hole of the mask, and the white gas instantly froze, and the white cloth wrapped in M27 was also one with nature, and the hairy boy did not say that he was a sniper like someone and squatted a few kilometers away comfortably to shoot the target. "The leader of the team, the tail machine gun Humvee, and a foot chariot, as expected, are they all ready?"

The five people next to him gave their thumbs up, "Send a signal." Peter said on the communication channel, and immediately, Garcia, the team support at the other end, took out the folding canister from the special backpack, put down the bullet sheet in an orderly manner, and adjusted the angle. Garcia pressed small shells into this 50 mm grenadier canister, 50 mm? It may seem insignificant to a Humvee, but the shocking biochemical signs on it show that this is not a simple physical explosion.

"Target, attack vehicle, triple burst of sand/forest gas bombs!" Ramirez held the M4 carbine to his shoulder and ripped off his paint-white gas mask.

……

Wilson stood in front of the van and waved his arms and shouted, "Open! Open! The front wheels of the truck struggled like a whimpering old donkey, and eventually, with the extra thrust of the rescue wood, the truck let out a sweet moan along with the driver.

"Old Mo, are you back? We're leaving, and if we don't come back in five minutes, you'll have to run on two legs to the front camp. Wilson gasped and said onto the intercom, his turtleneck soaked with sweat and dirt, and the cold gurgled in as soon as he stopped moving. I'm going to tell the driver to turn on the heater or I'm going to freeze to death, Wilson thought.

"Troubleshoot the vehicle ahead, let's go!" The guide stretched out his arm and motioned for the following car to follow, and Wilson hurriedly ran to catch up with the Humvee, pulled the door and slammed himself into the car. "Lao Mo hasn't come back yet?" The driver asked, confused.

"I want to ask you more! They must have been attacked by some kind of livestock. Wilson craned his neck, pressed the heater next to the passenger seat, pressed down the walkie-talkie, and said, "My lord! Wait a minute, the Morriser Patrol is in trouble. ”

"Then go find it!" There was a reply from the chariot. In such weather, once the engine is turned off, it is difficult to light it again, and the continuous idling of the heat engine has to burn the precious fuel for nothing, and the most terrible thing is that the material delivery point is mistaken, and everyone has to walk around without food.

Wilson's buttocks didn't cover the heat, grabbed a windproof jacket and jumped off the Humvee, "Ten people!" Armed at all points! The crusaders snorted and opened the back curtain of the truck, and Wilson seemed to be infected by the high fighting spirit of the boys, this is the crusader, the old sergeant thought, but an iron can that fell from the sky smashed accurately, and the first soldier who was about to get out of the car fell on his back.

"Shelling!" Wilson screamed and fell to his stomach, but the expected explosion did not come, and the smashed-over soldier got up again, grabbed the empty tin can, poked out half his head, and said, "Whose prank?" ”

Gas bombs? Wilson's pupils narrowed sharply, and he was so angry with the stupidity of the soldiers under his hand that he couldn't breathe, and he was about to curse and quickly throw the hell away, but the old non-commissioned officer couldn't say a word again, he covered his throat, breathing hard, not a trace of air could be inhaled, he convulsed and fell across the snow, and before consciousness disappeared, yellow smoke filled his vision.

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"Right on target!" Garcia replied, "When the infantry chariot fires, use up the regular grenades you bring!" Ramirez shouted, and Garcia's munitions were stacked with neatly fragmented grenades.

Peter observed the transport convoy that was messing up a hornet's nest, and the secret passage was not in vain for a long time. Sha/Lin gas bombs, where did Simon get that guy from? I'm afraid this thing is a forbidden item among the non-sale. "Smoke bombs!" Peter simply shouted directly, the grenade launcher hanging under the rifle spewed out six smoke grenades in unison, the thick white smoke shrouded the hill, and the sound of wailing and vomiting was endless, Peter glanced at the black dots that were gradually rising in the distance, and said in his heart, it depends on the two of you.

It's not that Iron City can't produce 22 times more high-precision sights, but it can't attach infrared perspective functional parts to such a small sight, losing the world factory of pre-war unity and coordination, missing German Zeiss lenses, and cutting-edge integrated circuit parts on the East Coast, making the steel brand sniper scope have an extra battery pack, and each steel soldier equipped with an infrared night vision group has to add several pounds of weight.

Simon clearly marked the red enemy points of light in the smoke several kilometers away, he took a deep breath of extremely cold air, lowered his slightly restless heart, and then, he raised the bipod, adjusted the parameters, and then, he fired, and the red light went out. It's your turn, my old friend.

Winter is generally not very friendly to bald heads, because human beings have evolved hair not only for aesthetic needs, in fact, hair is one of the best tools for human beings to resist the cold winter, if you dry out 100,000 hairs, the cool breeze blows, and the scalp is numb is probably a routine operation. But the last thing the bald giant cares about is his appearance, especially when he has an M2 heavy machine gun in his hand, and no one minds the low-level problem of being handsome and ugly.

"Old Joe is starting to miss a few years ago." Jonathan stripped off the fur monster's leather coat, and a burst of snow and mist flew up, and the giant man stood impressively. The muscles in his chest were tattooed, and the beads of sweat condensed into diamonds, and if he removed the bullet chains that surrounded him, he could indeed see the jewels that had fallen for girls before the war, and the heavy machine gun weighing more than 60 kilograms was as light as nothing in the hands of the giant, and he grinned.

"Tom tom!" The hurricane of death from the tongues of fire in front of the convoy swept through the front of the convoy, and the Crusader soldiers who should have quickly entered the battle and relied on their vehicles to build a defensive line were thrown into chaos by the sudden attack of sand/forest gas bombs, even if the gas concentration did not reach the instant death, it was enough to injure and maim these careless crusader madmen, not to mention that Garcia impartially drove into the body of the troop carrier! For a while, there was only Jonathan's tyrannical roar gradually advancing, and there was no trace of the crusaders fighting back!

"Hell yes! Ambush! What about the people in the back? It's all dead! Although there was no prelude to any large-scale artillery bombardment, the soldiers who lost their fighting spirit in a hurry could only make the originally chaotic convoy even more disobedient, but he could not show up to boost morale, and he knocked on the outer panel of the infantry chariot, which made a clanging sound, and the commander immediately shouted: "Forward!" Advance! Break through the blockade and take out that machine gun! ”

The tracked infantry chariot was heavily wrapped in mud and snow and drove towards the machine gun shooter, and the moment the chain cannon fired, the machine gun was directly extinguished, but like a bad luck signal, the hill suddenly erupted into a dense gunfire like fried beans, and the convoy exploded one after another, and the commander was so angry that he could not tell how many attacking troops the enemy had sent. Pulled the intercom in the car, lest the other party hear it clearly, and shouted: "All the vehicles that can move, immediately rush out of the hill and give up those wastes that can't move!" ”

"Phase 1 complete." Simon coldly harvested all the headless rats scurrying around in the smoke, and the convoy was desperately heading out of the hills, right in his hands.

"Roger." Peter said, he handed the rifle to Marko, maintaining the density of fire, and then patted Ramirez, GoldenEye knelt down on one knee, and took out the RPG7 bazooka that had been buried under the ice and snow for a long time, a typical weapon of another great-grandparent who had been fighting for a hundred years, and it was a perfect match for the old godmother. Although the violent explosion did not completely incapacitate the infantry tank, the internal shock was enough for the crew, and Ramirez decisively fired a 40MM rocket while the infantry tank was temporarily closed.

The super-caliber armor-piercing bullet tore through the protective barbed wire outside the infantry combat vehicle, and the metal jet burned the infantry combat vehicle's armor to pitch black. "The second one!" Peter hurriedly stuffed the next armor-piercing bullet, and this time, the armor-piercing bullet tasted delicious walnut kernels, and the infantry chariot "buzzed" in all directions. "We've hit the jackpot! Ammunition is gone! Fachitli shouted excitedly, and even Ramirez, who was usually solemn, couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.

"Guys, it's time to go." Simon reminded that he had already run out of armor-piercing bullets with him, and his genetically modified body of Hydra could not withstand the extremely recoiled pressurized bullets, no matter how beautiful the initial results were, it could not change the fact that there were only ten people, and the smoke was about to clear, if you didn't want to accept the crazy baptism of the crusader soldiers who had woken up and turned their gods, take it while it was good.

"Clear skies, happy hunting, guys." Simon scrambled up, folded his M110A4 sniper rifle, and disappeared into the harbingers of the storm.