Lieutenant Gomez was unhappy with his commander's decision.

Obviously, there were only a few hundred half-dead mud legs, and ten people couldn't make up five decent guns, and they were already half-starved to death in the mountains and on the seaside, so they had to set off overnight to take people to encircle and suppress them.

I heard that a group of Spanish soldiers defending the city went out of the city without permission and were wiped out.

Colonel Francis judged that the rebels stationed near the fishing village had done it, so he decided to go out and suppress the bandits as soon as possible.

The army marched in three directions to the fishing village.

It is said that it is a large army, but in fact, there are not many people, thousands of people, most of whom still stay in the port of San Diego to prevent other rebel forces from sneaking attacks.

According to the colonel's meaning, more than a thousand people were enough to surround this Chinese army, which was not the main force in the rebel army.

As long as these people are blocked on the seashore, they can't fly with wings, so they just wait to go down to the sea to feed the fish.

And Lieutenant Gomez led one of these three troops.

He was also dissatisfied because Colonel Francis had sent himself a reporter with the army.

The journalist, Garcia, was from Spain, and the colonel asked him to document how his heroic army had taken down the rebels in Cuba.

Gomez had known this man since he was in Spain.

This kind of person is very troublesome.

Along the way, there is nonsense, asking this question and not saying that

You still have to keep him safe, and you can't do anything too out of the ordinary to prevent him from talking nonsense when he returns home.

After all, Spain's military and liberal government have never been able to pee in a pot.

Gomez and his troops set out early in the morning and walked for about three or four hours before reaching a river valley north of the fishing village.

In front of the river, there is a hillside with jungle and rocks.

"What a bunch of idiots." Lieutenant Gomez dismounted, walked to the river, squatted down, and washed his face with the water.

He raised his head to look at the scorching sun hanging in the sky, and after only a second, he felt that his eyes hurt, and quickly lowered his head.

Cuba is located in the tropics, and summer is all year round, especially in the wilderness, and the sun is unbearable.

"Fuck, a bunch of old men are hiding in San Diego's mansion and drinking, eating ice and playing with women, but I'm going to this ghost place where birds don't shit to suppress bandits, fuck!"

Gomez cursed as he stood up.

The adjutant behind him heard his curse and hurriedly handed over a round yellow-green guava.

Gomez pulled out his dagger and slashed open the top of the fruit, revealing the pink flesh inside.

The lieutenant began to nibble on the guava like a pig.

"Sir, shall we move on?" The adjutant who handed him the fruit asked, "This place should not be far from the destination, and if I remember correctly, the agreed arrival time with the other two troops should be around two o'clock in the afternoon." ”

"Hurry up! Let everyone go into the jungle to rest for a while, it's been such a long time. Gomez ate the fruit and replied angrily, "Let them fight first, and we'll go later." ”

"Lieutenant, it's so hot in Cuba."

A reporter named Garcia walked over.

He was a little fat, wiping his sweat with a handkerchief in his hand.

"Hey, Mr. Reporter, it's not the rainy season, and if it's the rainy season, you'll really see what's bad about this damn place."

Gomez squinted at Garcia and said.

"Anyway, if it's the rainy season, I don't want to march in such a wooded place."

"Muddy roads, damn mosquitoes, and dengue fever, if you get infected, you will have to die, and it is very dangerous for a civilized person with fine skin and tender flesh like you, Mr. Reporter."

Garcia could hear the teasing in Gomez's words.

He glanced at the latter's epaulettes and said in a strange manner:

"Mr. Lieutenant, if I'm not mistaken, when you were in Spain before, you were still a sergeant, but I didn't expect to come out and take a turn now."

Gomez was not angry, but happy.

He patted his epaulettes proudly:

"Hey, you can ask, I first went to the Philippines and slaughtered a bunch of East Asian monkeys there, and then I came to Cuba and slaughtered a bunch of black-skinned monkeys."

"Thank you to the Virgin Mary for giving me these opportunities, I would have applied to come out of Spain a long time ago, and I had already applied to come out of Spain."

"Lieutenant, hey, Mr. Reporter, do you know what that means? I have more than 400 people under my command who listen to my orders and think about the past."

Just as Gomez was proudly looking at his shoulder and bragging to reporters, he didn't know that in the jungle not far away, there were still several people staring at him.

"This man should be in the lead."

Chen Jianqiu leaned against a tree and put down the telescope in his hand.

And beside him, Camilla was half-crouching, holding a rifle in her hand, the barrel resting on the stone in front of her.

This sniper rifle was converted from Roswell 1888.

The craftsmen of the Roswell Ordnance Works used electric stamping machines and cold forging to produce its main parts, and in some places innovatively used spot welding techniques.

A detachable semicircular reticle retainer was installed on the body of the gun. The front sight can be adjusted for wind deviation, and the gauge can be adjusted from 100 to 2000 meters, in increments of every 100 meters.

At the same time, the gun was equipped with a six-fold optical sight.

Unlike previous scopes, which were almost as long as the barrel, this one has a low frame and a baseline close to that of a mechanical sight, and does not interfere with loading bullets with bridge rounds.

And Camilla is also looking through the scope at the moment to observe the same target as Chen Jianqiu obliquely below.

"It's a lieutenant." Camila's lips lifted slightly.

With a sniper rifle in hand, she reverted to her former appearance as the top sniper in the West, cold and focused.

"Is this going to work? Seems a bit far, right? He Jianshun's eyes widened on the side.

He could see two people squatting by the river, but the distance was so far away that it didn't feel reliable with his experience.

Camila ignored him, her index finger already on the trigger.

Chen Jianqiu patted He Jianshun on the shoulder:

"Brother, take someone and prepare to attack."

At the same time, he removed the rifle from his shoulder, and at the same time changed the bar to his shoulder, avoiding Camilla's gun line, and walked to the edge of the jungle in front of him.

Maybe the Chinese soldiers had already taken their positions, or maybe the lieutenant was up and ready to leave.

Less than ten seconds after Chen Jianqiu arrived at his position, a gunshot rang out from the forest behind him.

Camila pulled the trigger.

"Let me tell you, Mr. Reporter, no matter how you ridicule me with the Spring and Autumn Period, you can't change a reality, that is, after this fight, I will be promoted again!"

"Me"

Mr. Reporter's face was a little bad.

He was dumbfounded.

The damned GI stood up and was smiling mockingly at him.

Garcia took off his glasses, wiped his sweat, and put them back on, glaring at the lieutenant.

But suddenly, he noticed that the lieutenant's sarcastic smile had become blurred.

To be precise, the whole world is blurred.

He also heard a gunshot, and something squirted into his face and glasses.

The world suddenly turned a blurry red.

He felt something hot on his face.

There was also a fishy smell.

The reporter hurriedly took off his glasses.

He found a body lying in front of him, half buried in the river.

A scarlet scarlet spread from his head like a red ribbon that stretched downstream.

"There's an ambush!"

Beside the reporter, Gomez's adjutant reacted quickly, shouting at the soldiers behind him while drawing his gun and preparing to organize a defense or retreat.

Who knew that before he finished his words, his head exploded instantly.

The adjutant rolled his eyes and fell to the immobile reporter, blood pouring from his head staining Garcia's bib red.

"Ah~ah~ah! ~~”

The reporter screamed in horror.

He jerked away the body of his lieutenant, took a few steps back, but he stumbled into a rock by the river and sat down on the riverbank.

The gunshots instantly "crackled".

The troops were ambushed by the river, and in a short time they lost their commanders, and all at once they became a mess.

Several junior officers tried to organize the soldiers.

But something terrible happened.

Anyone raised their hand or shouted something like "Don't panic, our brothers in our company are coming closer to me." Words like that will be a precise headshot.

Chen Jianqiu and Camilla are one in front of the other, one on the left and one on the right, focusing on those who look like officers in the lead.

The pressure brought on by the husband and wife's two top snipers is suffocating.

After another officer was killed, no one dared to stand up, and the rest hid in their own soldiers.

"Sir, what are we going to do now?" A soldier lay on the ground and turned his head to ask his commander, a sergeant, behind him.

The sergeant was also lying on the ground.

He was tearing his epaulettes when he heard his subordinates calling out to him, and he was startled.

"Don't give a fuck at me! Don't fucking salute me! The sergeant suppressed his voice and said with a hideous face.

But his actions did not escape Camilla's eyes.

A gunshot rang out.

The sergeant's words came to an abrupt halt, and he threw himself on the river beach and stopped moving.

Camilla did not go to confirm whether the sergeant who was hit was dead.

Expressionlessly, she spun back and pulled the bolt of her gun, quickly pressing the magazine into the magazine and starting to search for prey again.

He Jianshun and his soldiers also began their own shooting.

However, due to the lack of sufficient training and the unfamiliarity with the use of new firearms, the hit rate is not high.

Some experienced Spanish soldiers, without the leadership of an officer, began to spontaneously organize a search in the direction of the hillside by means of bunkers.

For some of them could hear that there were not many people on the other side.

Moreover, they had spotted people behind rocks and trees and began to fight back as they went.

Due to the absolute superiority in numbers, they believed that the opposite side would soon be completely annihilated.

They advanced to a point where they were only a few dozen meters from the most advanced positions, and they were about to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

However, at this time, grenades suddenly flew out of the stone in an arc.

These grenades were thrown by the soldiers of the Longxiang group who were mixed in the team.

This thing has not been trained, and if it is not thrown away, it will be a disaster, and it may even end up serving your own people.

The grenades that the soldiers of the rebel army each carried before setting off were prepared for the skilled soldiers of the Longxiang group.

Colloquially known as the "mobile grenade box".

When they arrived at the location, they handed the grenades on their bodies one by one to the Chinese soldiers of the Long Xiang group.

The Spanish soldiers were originally attacking from the bottom up, and the terrain was at a disadvantage, so it was not easy to fight.

The grenades that fell from the sky exploded among the Spanish soldiers who rushed forward, and they were wiped out.

With a volley, the Spanish soldiers who rushed up were pressed back.

At this time, four people carried a large one to the bottom of the hillside.

At the same time, carried down the hillside, there were also several boxes of submunitions.

This happened to be seen by Chen Jianqiu, who was searching the battlefield from the height of the side.

He couldn't laugh or cry.

He was all too familiar with it.

Maxim machine gun.

As for whether it is an improved version from Germany or an original product from its own British factory, it is really difficult to distinguish it for a while without seeing the mark.

According to what he had seen before, the way in which European countries were configuring their troops with heavy machine guns was still rather confusing.

If he guessed correctly, the Spanish battalion in front of him had at least one or two heavy machine guns.

He didn't know where the other one had gone, but this one was now in front of his eyes.

No one knows better than him how fierce this thing is.

Even if you don't have an advantage from the bottom up, it's enough to drink a pot on your side.

But fortunately, there is only one on the opposite side at the moment.

Not to be killed by the guns you sell, that's the first priority of arms dealers.

Chen Jianqiu raised the rifle in his hand.

The Heavy is unaware of his dangerous situation, as his attention is on the gun itself and on the front.

The ammunition man kicked open the wooden box containing the bullets.

The wooden box already contained the bullet belts that had been pressed the night before.

The machine gunner opened the lid on the chassis and adjusted a position.

Chen Jianqiu was about to pull the trigger, but suddenly found that blood bloomed on the machine gunner's neck and fell on the machine gun.

It may be because the arteries in the neck have been punctured, and blood is sprinkled everywhere like a fountain.

A Spanish soldier behind him dragged the body away, ready to take the place of the deceased.

However, his fate was the same as that of his predecessor, and he was shot through by someone unexpectedly.

Chen Jianqiu knew that it was Camilla who made a move.

With her skills, as long as the bullets are not exhausted, whoever uses this machine gun will die.

So Chen Jianqiu easily killed the ammunition hand next to him who was still sorting out the ammunition.

He put away Roswell 1888 and took out the BAR he was carrying on his back.

It's a bit heavy on my back.

Chen Jianqiu opened the tripod under the barrel of the BAR gun and set it on the rock in front of him.

Are you only allowed to have a heavy machine gun, and not a light machine gun?

He began to shoot at the Spanish soldiers below and began to fire a point.

If a person can use a bolt-action rifle well, an automatic rifle may not be used well.

He's going to press the gun.

Chen Jianqiu thinks that his pressure gun skills are okay.

Who made himself the boss, took Browning's new gadgets to the shooting range when he had nothing to do, and even played with samples sent from Roswell on the Hudson River when he was in New York.

"Da"

"Da Da Da"

"Da-da-da-da-da."

Single shot, triple point, burst shot.

Chen Jianqiu chose his own shooting method according to the following situation.

His expanded magazine was increased from twenty to thirty, and the firing vacuum was short.

But the Spanish soldiers below have fallen for blood.

They didn't pay attention to the side at first, but when they found out, Chen Jianqiu had already moved the place.

Those soldiers, one by one, were named, and for a time there were heavy casualties.

The attack could not be attacked, the commander also died, and the veterans who led the team were also killed and wounded.

The Spanish soldiers finally planned to retreat.

(End of chapter)