But the reaction of the three wounds on the ground was irrepressibly slow down by half a beat, but fortunately, they were all experienced elites, panicked but not chaotic.

The shovel holds the ground with one hand, stands up and runs.

The donkey lay on the ground, with both hands and one leg on his feet, and quickly crawled in a different direction.

The bayonet stayed in place, rolled over, and lay on the ground with his head in his hands, trying to minimize the area where he was shot.

Raided by heavy machine guns, a round of strafing, the sand hit "poof" and "poof" sounded, and the sand splashed more than half a meter high, but the good news was that no one was injured.

The machine gun pickup is famous and quite powerful, but in the uneven desert area, it still moves to fight, even the best machine gunner, it is inevitably affected by the bumps of the vehicle, and the accuracy is greatly reduced.

The doors on both sides of the pickup truck were pushed open, and the two jumped off the pickup truck, rolled around and stabilized their bodies and began to shoot accurately, and the bullets chased the three golden retrievers.

The pickup truck didn't stop, and continued to drive towards the position where the scythe team had just stayed, the speed was not fast, but the heavy machine gun did not stop, and the bullet chain was like a whip of God, sweeping back and forth.

Wang Zhen didn't dare to stay for a moment, incarnated as a monkey jumping in the desert, hunched over, running and jumping, the HK416 in his hand had no chance to aim at all, and could only rely on his feelings to fight.

It is not clear whether it has hit the target or not.

Out of the corner of his eye, he kept staring at the pickup truck, seeing him drive towards the place where he had just stayed, Wang Zhen suddenly remembered the donkey and the bayonet, and it was impossible for the two cripples to avoid it as quickly as a few of them!

I didn't want to think about it, suddenly I braked suddenly, turned my head, and the muzzle of the gun "clicked" and spat out the tongue of fire, and a shuttle of bullets swept towards the car.

As a result, Wang Zhen's face changed greatly, the sparks of "ding ding ding" splashed everywhere, and the steel plate was welded outside the pickup!

It wasn't just Wang Zhen who noticed the situation here, the golden retriever, the poet was much more experienced than him, so he naturally paid attention to it.

It's okay for you to say that an armed pickup is a bankrupt beggar's version of an armored vehicle or something, but this doesn't delay breaking the pickup to crush the infantry, even if you are an elite infantryman!

"Da Da Da"

The Golden Retriever also fired continuously, and the bullets were all fired at the man who operated the machine gun.

But it didn't work, the sides were welded with a 10 mm thick steel plate, not wide, but enough to block the bullets on both sides.

"Poet!" Seeing that he could not help at all, the Golden Retriever immediately turned his gun on the other attacker.

In order to put enough pressure on, the golden retriever simply stood up and punched at the same time.

"Donkey!" Wang Zhen didn't finish a sentence, he only felt a pain in his chest, lost his balance and fell backwards, knowing that he was shot in the chest, he rolled backwards continuously, and took the time to "dada" and "dada" and began to fight back.

It's not that the donkey can't get up and run a few steps, but it can't run fast, this guy is ruthless and lies on the ground and picks up HK416 and shoots wildly at the driver's position.

The front position of the driver is also welded with steel plates, which is not high, but it blocks most of the body, and if you shrink your body slightly, it is completely hidden.

Seeing the machine gun bullet chain sweeping over, the donkey hurriedly rushed to the side, "bang", a 7.62NATO bullet hit the chest, the donkey's face turned red, and the person fell directly to the ground.

"Bang!" At this moment, the poet's gun rang out, and an M993 armor-piercing bullet hit the side steel plate with a "ding" sound, the outer copper skin was deformed and fell off, and the tungsten steel alloy core inside slammed into the traditional steel plate, "bang" under the ribs of the guy who operated the machine gun.

The man's body tilted, his hand trembled, and the pursuing bullet swept over the donkey's head.

But that's it, the M993 is completely incapable of penetrating the body armor on his body after penetrating the 10 mm steel plate.

Sensing the threat, the Heavy immediately turned the muzzle of his gun and slashed directly at the poet.

"Dada"

"Da Da Da"

The alternation of long and short shots, if it weren't for the fact that the car was moving, it was always bumpy, and the poet ran non-stop like a rabbit, which made the poet safe for the time being.

But it's temporary!

No matter how inferior the armored car is, it is not something that infantry without heavy weapons can fight against, and the distance is only 80 meters, and the car is still moving.

In a hurry, the only one who could inflict damage on the armored vehicle was the poet, who was now unable to protect himself.

At this moment, the bayonet, one of the wheels rolled over and sat up, picked up the M72 bazooka next to it and carried it on his shoulder, turned his head sideways, aimed, and there was only one warhead.

No, everyone has to finish the calf!

The movement of the bayonet was abrupt, and the attention of the machine gunner on the roof was so focused on the poet that he did not notice it at all.

When he saw that he could solve the opponent, the Arab who was driving saw it, and a mournful shout rang out, "RPG!" ”

The shout made the machine gunners in the car suddenly turn their heads, no matter what, they didn't expect that at this level, the sickle team would be useless holding a bazooka!

It is only because they firmly believe that the Scythe Squad has no heavy firepower, and it is difficult to threaten the armed pickup, so they will pursue it again.

Only a few dozen meters away, the bayonet could see the frightened expression on this guy's face, he had no chance to play a role in the previous battle, he could only act as a decoy, and now, he was finally waited for by Lao Tzu.

He's not one of those Middle Easterners, and RPGs won't be sold out easily!

"Die!" The index finger of the bayonet pressed down heavily.

The Heavy turned the muzzle of the gun sharply, and thanks to the pull of the bullets, a flaming whip could be clearly seen thrown towards the bayonet sitting on the ground.

"Boom!"

The bazooka hit the pickup truck, and the flames of the explosion instantly completely submerged the pickup truck.

"Bang!"

A 7.62 machine gun bullet hit the bayonet diagonally in the face, the bullet hit the mandible, and flew out with the lower half of the bayonet's face.

"Bayonet!" The donkey clutched his chest, looked at the bayonet sitting on the ground and shaking, without half of his face, and roared, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Hearing the explosion behind him, the golden retriever didn't pay attention to it, but the donkey's 'bayonet' made the golden retriever subconsciously tilt his head, pause, and then kneel down with a weak right leg.

The golden retriever, who instantly realized that he had been shot, pounced forward.

The poet, who had been paying attention to the pickup truck, first rejoiced when he saw the pickup truck blown up, then heard the mournful cry of the donkey, and turned his head to see the tragic situation of the bayonet.

He was about to get up and rush over with his hands on the ground, but he was only halfway through the movement, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the golden retriever pounce out.

That's not right!

Kneeling, M14 on the shoulder.

When the man on the other side saw that he had hit the golden retriever, he immediately began to replenish his gun.

"Bang!" At a distance of 120 meters, with simple aiming, the poet fired

"Dada!" The opponent aims at the golden retriever and pulls the trigger.

A 7.62 mm M993 armor-piercing shell hit the chest body armor, and the tungsten gold penetrated the warhead directly through the ceramic insert plate on the chest and into the chest, shattering the ribs that stood in the way, and the lungs were broken together with bone stubble.

The bullet passed through the lobes of the lungs, penetrated the bones and muscles of the back, and was finally blocked by the bulletproof inserts in the back.

A 5.56NATO bullet hit the golden retriever's helmet, pulled out a clear trajectory behind the helmet, and finally hit the body armor neck guard, changing the trajectory and flying out.

The last person on the other side, seeing that the armed pickup truck with high hopes was blown up, did not care whether the other companion was dead or alive, turned around and ran.

There are helicopters to rescue, and there are so many wounded in the Scythe Squad, he doesn't think that the people in the Scythe Squad will chase him, as long as he runs 100 meters, no, 50 meters, he will most likely be able to run away!

"Bang!"

The poet pulls the trigger again.

But by the time you leave your back to your opponent on the battlefield, you're already dead!

In just one moment, four dead, three injured!

The donkey got up and staggered towards the bayonet, his voice unconsciously crying, and his eyes blurred.

The bayonet was missing the lower half of his face, he couldn't speak, the blood was pouring out, and the donkey was helpless, and he didn't know how to stop the bleeding.

There's no talk about first aid at all.

There was still clarity in the bayonet's eyes, and the effect of the morphine injection he had taken before had not passed, but he knew that he was definitely dead.

Holding a donkey in one hand and writing something on the sand with the other.

All the way！

From start to finish!

Motto of the 82nd Airborne Division of the US Army.

Wang Zhen stood next to him with his chest clutched, biting his lip and tears pouring out.

The shovel that ran back back lowered his head and had a hideous expression on his face.

The poet, squinting, whispered something.

'Take me, go home,' the bayonet wrote again on the ground.

Looking at a few words, Wang Zhen couldn't hold back anymore and cried directly.

The golden retriever sat on the sand, pressing the artery in his calf with one hand, while shouting loudly in the channel, "Scarecrow, scarecrow, safe, land, hurry, save people!" ”

"Landing immediately." The scarecrow has been paying attention to the battlefield in the air of more than 300 meters, not to mention the things instructed above not to participate in the war, the Black Hawk he drove is not equipped with a weapon system, and is simply used as a transport aircraft.

Confirm that it is safe and start landing.

"Hurry, hurry." The donkey kept babbling in his mouth.

Wang Zhen stretched out his hand and the poet to put up the bayonet and walked quickly towards the helicopter.

The donkey limped along, and the shovel glanced left and right, only to find that the golden retriever had been sitting on the sand more than 30 meters away without moving.

Immediately realized that something was wrong!

"Golden Retriever!" After shouting, the shovel ran over quickly, and when he got closer, he looked down and saw that the golden retriever had been shot in the heel of his right foot, which was rotten, and he didn't know how injured he was, but he definitely couldn't stand up.

"Get on a tourniquet!" The shovel knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand to help the golden retriever hold down the blood vessels, and then the golden retriever untied the medical bar, took out the cable tie and tied it to the bare part of his foot, and turned it around a few times to tighten it.

"Let's go!" The shovel went to pull the golden retriever with one hand, but suddenly felt dizzy, a feeling of weakness came from the body, and the arm was completely powerless.

Fortunately, at this time, Wang Zhen, who heard the sound of the shovel in the channel, ran over.

The two of them quickly ran towards the helicopter with the golden retriever.

The golden retriever endured the pain, and did not forget to explain to Wang Zhen: "Call Daryl immediately and ask him to arrange the nearest hospital, the doctor is fine, everyone needs a blood transfusion, otherwise they will not be able to hold out to Baghdad!" ”

He saw the state of the shovel just now, obviously losing too much blood.

He hadn't seen the bayonet yet, but he knew it must be particularly bad.

The donkey was shot in the buttocks, ran and hit, and couldn't stop the bleeding at all.

The situation is okay with him, Wang Zhen, and the poet.

"I know, I'll hit it right away." Wang Zhen agreed, reached out and grabbed the golden retriever's satellite phone, and dialed it out as he walked.

……

The outbreak is over, a total of 22,000 words!

Hollowed out, there is really not a drop of fireworks......

The rest depends on how the readers support their fathers!

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