Chapter 239

The two sides were shooting at each other in the dark African fields. Although the four white combat groups here were well equipped, skillful in tactics and accurate in shooting, they were weak after all. Although the black forces chasing them could only be described as mobs, they had an absolute advantage in the number of soldiers. Nearly 40 people came down from one truck and one pickup truck, Moreover, there is a 12.7mm heavy machine gun as a fire suppression.

Two fists can't defeat four hands. A hero can't stand many people.

The car of the white group was swept into scrap iron. People couldn't run on two legs, so they had to stick to their original position.

However, these people are well equipped and must also have communication equipment. If they can hold on until reinforcements arrive, they can get out of trouble.

The gunfire from the white group began to fall. They shot two shots or even one shot. This is obviously the boldness of veterans and a kind of confidence in their shooting skills.

The black troops over there formed a sharp contrast. Brother Hei's shooting skills were not good, and his guns were not good. The AK47 and the R4 old automatic rifle made in South Africa had plenty of bullets, but sometimes they didn't aim at all. They raised their hands from behind the shelter and directly swept in the general direction.

This firing method depends on the intensity of fire. It's not much different from a blind cat hitting a dead mouse.

Seeing the scattered gunfire across the street, the two black soldiers suddenly strengthened their courage and moved slowly forward from the back of the truck. As a result, just a few steps away, the opposite gunfire rang out clearly.

Two black Gordon burst blood mist on their chest and fell to the ground.

"Get down! Get down!"

The black commander waved his hands and let his people hide: "you pigs!"

He cursed his subordinates loudly and gave orders to let the 12.7mm heavy machine gun fire fiercely to suppress the of the white group. He sent two groups of people to detour slowly on both sides along the depression by the river in the dark.

This is an encirclement tactic.

Black guys' military literacy is very low. They can't make a frontal attack. They don't have the courage. One person will be shot and others will be in a mess.

Taking encirclement tactics is the best, because if the other party defends in one direction at the same time, the pressure will be much lighter. Everyone can change bullets in turn or even use point shots to suppress the positive impact.

Once the encirclement is successful, a four sided attack is formed. The four person team should divide each person to resist one side. In this way, when there is no protection from colleagues, it must use continuous fire to block the other party's attack. For a small team, it will suffer enough losses in ammunition.

Besides, the white group used Hellfire just now.

Hellfire has a miraculous effect on the team meeting large-scale forces, suppressing fire in an instant and then quickly escaping, but this tactic is not all beneficial and harmful.

Its biggest disadvantage is that it consumes ammunition very quickly.

If a single soldier carries 8 magazines per person, the hell fire will consume 2-3 magazines at a time, so the essence of hell fire is one word - escape.

Using Hellfire means that you give up confrontation and intend to escape. But now the dilemma of the white group is that they used Hellfire but didn't escape, just in exchange for a certain safe time.

The river bed is lower than the ground, and the stealthy encirclement from there will not attract the attention of the four person team. Moreover, even at night, even with night vision equipment, it is impossible to fully monitor the 360 degree panorama.

After ordering his men to encircle in different directions, the commander ordered the two vehicles to turn on the headlights and shine on the soil ditch where the four person team was located. He ordered the machine gunners to fire fiercely, which splashed the soil in front of the four person team. For a moment, he couldn't lift his head.

The commander saw the opportunity and waved his hand. The two black brothers of the ten member unit entered the riverbed from the left and right sides like leopards, waded through the water, and quietly began to encircle from the two wings.

Then the lights of the car were clearly seen by Qin Fei and others who hid 100 meters away from the right side of the four person group.

Qin Fei asked songchai, "what army are these blacks?"

Somchai stared at the black soldiers looming in the light, with a cold sweat on his forehead: "it's corsan's Revolutionary Alliance front, that is, the so-called rebel soldiers... It's over. When these people come, everything is over."

"You look scared," Qin Fei said.

Somchai's eyes were filled with fear and whispered, "you may not have experienced the civil war in Sierra Leone. Do you know who the rebels are composed of? There are mercenaries from surrounding countries, such as former Army soldiers from Nigeria, Ghana and other countries, as well as local soldiers from Sierra Leone..."

At this point, he licked his lips. "Have you heard of baby soldiers?"

"Baby soldier?"

"Coruscant's most famous and ferocious is his child soldiers." Somchai said: "In the territory occupied by the rebels, as long as they occupy a place, they will recruit teenagers as soldiers, and then give them drugs or chat grass to make them hallucinate after taking it, and then give them guns and knives to brainwash them. If these baby soldiers want to join, they must first carry out the recruitment ceremony..."

At this point, his voice trembled.

"The ceremony is that baby soldiers must kill one or even several of their close relatives. Father, mother, sister, brother or brother, Coruscant believes that this is enough to reflect their personal loyalty to him, and only those who kill their relatives can be fearless on the battlefield."

"It's not fearless, it's insensitive." Qin Fei suddenly felt a strong sense of disgust at the bottom of his heart. Although he didn't belong to any camp of the warring sides, normal people would hate kesang's inhuman practice.

"No, no," Bruce said. "Those white pigs are going to die. They don't find themselves surrounded."

Qin Fei looked to the front right. Sure enough, he saw several vague figures passing by the bed and soon disappeared into the grass.

Different from the area where the two sides of the exchange of fire are located, there is a wild grass higher than people near the riverbed on the right. Through this wide grass, you can go around to the right rear side of the white group.

If you attack unexpectedly, I'm afraid there will be casualties when the white group reacts.

Once a four person team has one casualty, the proportion of fire loss is amazing, 25% per person, so the combat effectiveness is almost reduced by geometric level.

Qin Fei screwed on the silencer of P228 and jumped into the sea from the ship. Since then, this gun has been following Qin Fei from Asia to Africa.

It has to be said that this is a good gun. It is light, short and powerful. No wonder many soldiers in the seal team like to choose it as a self-defense weapon. Especially after hitting the silencer, it is a necessary thing for killing people and stealing goods at home and travel.

"You hide better and I'll kill that group," Qin Fei said.

Songchai's eyes were staring at him and said, "are you crazy? You're alone. There are at least ten of them! Besides, if they beat them, we won't go through the muddy water! When they beat them, we'll find a chance to escape!"