From the sights installed on the AKU gun, the light columns of car lights, like pythons foraging in the dark, stretching out snake letters, cut countless cracks in the dark night. Perhaps they were defeated by the sudden expulsion battle, and the militants who controlled the machine gun on the Toyota pickup truck pulled the trigger almost at any suspicious point that the headlights shone, and used crazy strafing to boost their courage.

Such actions have made the militants who have fled together more and more frightened. In order to compete for the road to escape, many Toyota pickup trucks have scratched and slightly collided in competition. Some militants who have been a little disliked with each other have already started cursing wildly with their weapons, and even have the idea of ​​wanting to get angry.

Seeing the two Toyota pickup trucks roaring onto the bridge and taking the not-so-wide bridge deck tightly, Tang Guoming steadily aimed at the position above the dazzling lights of the snow-blazed headlights, pulled the trigger and fired a long shot.

The shooting distance of less than 200 meters happened to be the power of the AKM automatic rifle, and it also maintained the best range with good accuracy. With the sound of gunfire, one of the Toyota pickup trucks suddenly braked and quickly retreated backwards. A fierce Toyota pickup truck suddenly tilted its front and broke the not-solid cement guardrail on one side of the bridge. It fell under the black hole in a scream and scream!

After almost two or three seconds, the loud bang of the vehicle falling to the bottom of the bridge was just heard in Tang Guoming's ears. A ball of orange-red flame suddenly rose in the darkness, and then detonated the weapons and ammunition loaded on the vehicle.

The firelight of the flaming ammunition that exploded illuminated the rugged rocks under the bridge, and also allowed many vehicles who were driving to the bridge to see clearly the attack of their companions in front of them.

Without any hesitation, several Toyota pickup trucks that had stepped on the brakes and controlled the machine guns, which had not yet stood firm, had already swept towards the other end of the bridge with their guns. Although most of the bullets deviated from the shooting location of the sniper under such blind shooting, a small number of bullets were also placed on the bulletproof board bunker set up by Tang Guoming and others, and the bulletproof board made a muffled sound.

Subconsciously lowering his head to avoid the bullets, Pan Guan looked at the retractor on the hydraulic support frame set up behind the bulletproof board and was hit and slung continuously, and couldn't help but mutter with concern: "Can this bulletproof board cover be reliable? There are so many 50-caliber machine gun bullets, but ordinary armored vehicles can't hold it for too long?"

After sitting cross-legged in the bulletproof board cover, Harbala's face was completely nervous. He easily reached out and knocked on the bulletproof board that was constantly slammed by bullets: "This thing uses the latest multi-layer metal grid bulletproof technology, which does not look thick, but in fact it is a twelve-layer single bulletproof module superimposed by different bulletproof materials. Not to mention .50-caliber machine gun bullets, even high-explosive rockets from the RPG series can... "

Before he could finish his words, from the darkness on the other end of the bridge, several RPG rockets had already dragged long tail smoke and roared towards Tang Guoming and others. Because of the strong lateral wind on both sides of the bridge, after the rockets were released, they were all blown away by the side-blowing night wind, and they hit the deserted beach dozens of meters away from Tang Guoming and others.

He quickly lowered his body in the fox pit. Pan Guan felt a scorching wind passing over his head, and he also heard the bulletproof board bunker being hit by the prefabricated fragments of the high-explosive rockets in his ears, and couldn't help but scream: "Ha, how are you?"

Just like sitting in his own yard for a nap, Harbala's answer seemed extremely calm: "Don't worry... the high-explosive rocket can withstand it directly hits, and this prefabricated fragment is not a thing at all!"

With a slight relief, Pan Guan carefully jumped out of the fox pit and rolled all the way into the fox pit adjacent to the bulletproof board bunker where Harbala was sitting: "Ha, you are so crow-mouthed. If you say rockets really come from? Don't talk nonsense anymore!"

While talking to Harbala, Pan Guan's movements in his hand were not slow at all. With just one sentence, Pan Guan had shot several short shots at several Toyota pickup trucks that were within reach. They were all hit on the body of the Toyota pickup truck by a bullet, splashing sparks after balls of sparks, and immediately the militants who rely on the Toyota pickup truck as a cover dodge.

Amid the chaotic shouts and curses, after a brief panic, someone finally discovered some abnormal situations - the bullets fired from the opposite side of the bridge did not seem to be so dense. Judging from the frequency of the gunfire, it seems that only two automatic rifles are firing?

With a stern shout, almost all the armed personnel who could aim directly at the other end of the bridge fired their weapons at the extreme rate of fire.

The barrel of the .50-caliber machine gun made smoke burst out in just one minute. The Romanian version of AK automatic rifles even made even the guardrail smell burning.

Due to the lack of maintenance of weapons, or the fact that they have never provided necessary maintenance for weapons in their hands, there were automatic rifles held by several unlucky militants, and even the explosion of the chamber occurred. The weapon parts that flew everywhere immediately made several militants scream and covered the wounds given by themselves or their companions...

After a full five minutes of strafing, obviously for the purpose of testing, a Toyota pickup truck was pushed onto the bridge by several militants and slowly drove towards the other end of the bridge.

The militants standing in the carriage were hunched over and hid behind the bulletproof board installed on the gun body, and fired at the other end of the bridge almost without any interval. Under the cover of the carriage, several other militants also quickly emptied one magazine after another with the automatic rifle in their hands.

He waved his hands at Harbala and Bao Lei who were about to control the M134 machine gun to fire. Tang Guoming stared at the Toyota pickup truck that was being pushed forward slowly from his sight, and suddenly pulled the trigger and shot a precise and abnormal short shot at one side of the wheel. With the explosion made after the tire was blown up, the Toyota pickup truck that was originally moving forward slowly suddenly tilted, and the already slow and abnormal movement stopped abruptly!

Amid the crazy screams, several armed personnel who were pushing their carts finally roughly determined the shooting position where Tang Guoming was located, and they all shot at the position where the guns were lit up in Tang Guoming's hand. But as soon as the moment the tires were blown up, Tang Guoming had already jumped out of the fox pit and rolled all the way to Bao Lei behind the bulletproof board cover.

He reached out and clicked on the military computer placed beside Bao Lei. Tang Guoming stared at the truck loaded with hostages on the computer screen, turned his head and shouted at Bao Lei: "The truck carrying hostages has been blocked near the bridgehead. Clean the bridge deck for the militants. We have to start fishing!"

With a simple promise, Bao Lei, who had already been unable to contain his fighting spirit, suddenly activated the motor of the M134 machine gun. Amid the buzzing motor, the six barrels of the M134 machine gun rotated rapidly, and a ball of orange-red muzzle flames ranging from foot to length suddenly shone in the night, emitting a heart-pounding deadly light!

Like the dumb gunshots of tearing the cloth, the metal flow formed by the steel projectiles easily ignited the Toyota pickup truck that had been slumped on the bridge, and then tore the Toyota pickup truck that had turned into scrap iron into pieces. Several militants who relied on the Toyota pickup truck as a bunker were also beaten into a blood mist in the first time.

Carefully identifying the location of the truck transporting the hostages, Tang Guoming grabbed the control handle connected to the military computer and suddenly pressed the launch button on the control handle.

As crisp as the sound of an ice cone chiseling through the ice layer, the cylindrical bullet that flew from a fragmented killing module assembly suddenly jumped to a height of about ten meters, stretched out six fishtail-shaped stabilized wings in the air, and roared towards a Toyota pickup truck parked on the side of the road, hitting heavily on the roof of the Toyota pickup truck cockpit.

Like a tumbler with absolutely no beauty, the cylindrical bullet that hit the target staggered in a staggering posture, and rotated rapidly like a gyro. Several red lights of bean-sized particles embedded in the middle of the bullet also formed a red ring in the continuous rotation.

There was no explosion, nor even a crisp sound of metal shattering. On the constantly rotating cylindrical bullet body, diamond-shaped prefabricated fragments suddenly shot out, like water droplets thrown out by huge centrifugal force, a killing range of ten meters was spread around the rotating bullet body.

The fragmented kill module components used in trenches or houses to clean up and fight are originally known for leaving no dead corners in the range of killing and no living mouths. The shrapnel without dead corners spreads, which immediately makes the bounce point cry within ten meters. Some unlucky militants were even cut by dense and sharp diamond-shaped prefabricated fragments, which looked like they had been tortured by lingchi.

Amid the crisp sound of the ice cone as it hits the ice layer, one after another, the cylindrical bullet bodies fell one after another into various vehicles crowded on the road. If someone could carefully observe the landing points of the cylindrical bullets, it would naturally be not difficult to find the landing points of the cylindrical bullets. In the BI operation mode of China's bombing, artillery shells were gradually squeezed into the enemy's range of activities with different caliber, until the enemy was strangled step by step into the firepower net that had been waiting for long. (This kind of combat method was used in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam. The Vietnamese army, which attempted to attack our positions, was almost driven forward by the shells falling from the heels, and finally plunged into the firepower net preset by our army.)

But amid the screams and howlings that sounded, almost every militant blocked on the road was busy running for life, or hiding in a relatively safe car, listening to the crisp sound of the prefabricated fragments hitting the metal car body and trembling and breathing. Where could there be any thoughts to tell the point of the bullet was constantly squeezing everyone running towards the bridge?

The first militant who rushed towards the bridge without caring about driving, was accidentally made into pieces by the metal stream spurted by the M134. However, another Toyota pickup truck behind him seemed to be favored by the God of Luck, rushed to the middle of the bridge, and was blown off his tires and plunged into the dark bridge...

Just like when they met wildebeests attacked by lions during migration, even though they knew that there was a group of hungry crocodiles in the river ahead, wildebeests would pounce on the turbulent river water regardless of their squeals and fled desperately with their companions being hunted by crocodiles! One Toyota pickup after another or other armed vehicles rushed to the not-wide bridge deck with their eyes blindfolded, and used their lives to make a gamble of life and death!

When the first Toyota pickup truck that had swung across the bridge and twisted its body, rushed into the darkness in a panic, the example of a successful person immediately gave other militants endless courage. More vehicles joined the desperate sprint without hesitation...
Chapter completed!