Living quietly on a gentle slope only 200 meters away from the bridge, Gu Weisu coldly watched one Toyota pickup truck after another that rushed to the bridge, either hitting the bridge and falling into pieces, or burning a brilliant bonfire on the bridge, and his fingers on the trigger guard ring did not move at all.

As a professional sniper, every bullet must serve as a battlefield calculating hammer. Some elite snipers can even control the direction and rhythm of normal combat with the sniper rifle in their hands. In other words, accurate shooting technology is not even as important as the vision of controlling the rhythm of the battlefield for snipers.

He looked at the trucks that were held hostages from the infrared sight set beside him, and then looked at the several Toyota pickup trucks surrounding the truck and squeezed the truck hard to move forward. Gu Weisu took a breath and held his breath to aim at the armed personnel in the cab of a Toyota pickup truck from the sight.

Obviously because of anxiety and fear, the armed person who was aimed at by Gu Weisu was cursing at the driver on other vehicles. The revolver waving in one hand was even more muzzle-headed, completely ignoring the possible fire caused by the fingers on the trigger.

After choosing a relatively narrow shooting angle, Gu Weisu pulled the trigger slowly and quickly. The DIY silencer installed at the muzzle perfectly reduced the muzzle flame caused by the sniper rifle shooting, and made the original roaring gunshot sounds extremely dull, and even the dust under the muzzle was not stirred by the airflow when the bullets rushed out of the muzzle!

The good equipment advantage allowed the bullets to hit the revolver waving in the hand of the extremely excited militant. The structure of the pistol itself, combined with the six bullets in the bullet cabin, turned into a scattered bullet and fragments of the bullet cabin, which immediately turned the emotional militant into a blood gourd. The scattered blood and brains also rendered the already dirty cab into an impressionist painting full of blood and death!

Because of their random scolding and the disruption of the battlefield environment, several militants who witnessed the bloody scene at close range did not hear the abnormal sound of the bullets roaring and tearing the air. After a moment of shock and stunned, several militants swear to the ground, swearing and jumped off the Toyota pickup truck they were riding on, working together to push the Toyota pickup truck that had disappeared and the cab was full of flesh and blood to the side of the roadside, and then overturned the entire vehicle into a deep ditch next to the roadbed...

Even senior armed personnel, when the weapons and equipment they hold are too simple, fire or weapons and ammunition will occur frequently. The militants who are no longer surprised have already had corresponding countermeasures - just move the unlucky person who has collapsed from the front of them as soon as possible!

Looking at the parking space that had just been given up quickly being squeezed by other Toyota pickup trucks, while the truck holding hostages did not move at all. Gu Weisu frowned slightly and pointed the T-shaped dividing line in the sight at another Toyota pickup truck that had already lost its hood.

As the sound of gunfire as if it were a low cough, an orange-red flame suddenly burst out from the Toyota pickup truck engine body that lost its hood. As the orange-red flame rose up, an armed man sitting in the cab shouted and jumped out of the underground truck, rolling and crawling to escape the Toyota pickup truck that was most likely to explode.

He cursed loudly, and some militants who had just pushed a car into the deep ditch on the roadside. He rushed to the vehicle that had already started to burn, and shouted randomly, pushing the Toyota pickup truck with a blazing flame into the deep ditch on the roadside on the other side. As soon as the vehicle had just turned into the deep ditch, the sound of the car-mounted ammunition explosion suddenly sounded. The scattered shrapnel even beat a militant who was controlling the .50 machine gun in the distance to his brains burst!

Two consecutive cars were overturned into deep ditches on the side of the road. There was finally some room for movement between the vehicles that were originally squeezed into a group. Amid the sound of cursing and slight collisions, several Toyota pickup trucks that were blocking in front of the truck, eager to escape finally squeezed to the front of the bridge and couldn't wait to join the ranks of rushing towards the other end of the bridge!

After gently pressing the throat telephone, Gu Weisu stared at the truck that had not moved yet and whispered: "The obstacles around the target have been cleared, and you can open the hole!"

Listening to the battlefield situation report coming from Gu Weisu, Tang Guoming quickly rolled into another foxglove pit, turned his head toward Harbala, who was operating the M134 machine gun not far away, shouting: "Release the gap and let them go!"

With a little unwilling groan, Harbala raised his muzzle slightly. The red chain suddenly drew a slightly shaped arc in the dark night sky, and rushed towards the squad of vehicles in the distance, but it just gave up the space at the bridgehead.

Seeing the gunman ambushing on the other end of the bridge moving the firepower direction as if he was greedy for the killing rate, spreading the deadly rain of bullets into a group of vehicles in the distance. The hedgehogs gathered at the bridgehead, and the Toyota pickup trucks that were planning to forcibly attacked suddenly became amnesty and rushed towards the not-so-wide bridge!

Amid the violent impact, the vehicle that had been beaten into a pile of wreckage was directly hit under the bridge, and it made muffled sounds after muffled. Several militants who were struggling to death with the wreckage of the vehicle were also knocked under the bridge without any mercy. The screams were like a wolf howling, extremely shrill!

Seeing a Toyota pickup truck that had been twisted in the hood, it rushed over the bridge in a flash. Tang Guoming turned the gun and fired a long shot at the Toyota pickup truck that had already rushed over the bridge. He turned the 50-caliber machine gun on the carriage. The machine gunner who wanted to shoot at his position turned over and fell off the carriage, and shouted loudly: "Thunder God, drive the sheep!"

Grasping his teeth, Bao Lei turned the M134 machine gun that was originally pointing to the bridge deck with a grim smile and fired at the Toyota pickup truck that rushed across the bridge one after another. For the purpose of driving and intimidation, Bao Lei's shooting trajectory slightly increased. The bullets that flew half a meter above the Toyota pickup truck scared the militants who had just rushed across the bridge half to death. Almost all of them gave up the idea of ​​shooting at Tang Guoming and others according to the gun. He held his head and curled up in a low carriage with no bulletproof function at all. He opened his voice and urged his companions who were driving to escape as soon as possible.

After a while, he shot short shots at the Toyota pickup truck that kept rushing to the bridge. Pan Guan looked at the Toyota pickup trucks that fled, and shouted with emotion: "Boss, do you think this scene looks like?"

He quickly beat a militant who was lying in the carriage and trying to fight back with a gun to the point of overturning. Tang Guoming took a break from his busy schedule and replied loudly: "Close the door and beat the dog?"

With one shot, Pan Guan replied: "Is it like the death road during the Gulf War? A group of Iraqis who were timidly fled under the fire of the US military, and no one could escape in the end..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Weisu's cold voice suddenly came from the communicator: "The target vehicle begins to move!"

Without Tang Guoming's order, Bao Lei quickly threw away the M134 machine gun he controlled and rushed to the remote-controlled bomb control component placed aside: "Judge, come and take over!"

As he finished speaking, Pan Guan had already rolled all the way to the M134 machine gun whose barrel was still rotating rapidly, and fired at a Toyota pickup truck that had just rushed across the bridge. Not far from Pan Guan, Bao Lei, who had a night vision camera, held the handle on the remote-controlled bomb control component, and stared at the truck that had just rushed onto the bridge with a flickering look.

Because of the huge body, the truck that rushed onto the bridge was blocked by obstacles on the bridge and could not rush at full speed like the Toyota pickup truck. It could only twist left and right and pass through the obstacles that were not hit by the Toyota pickup truck. Staring at the position where the truck was traveling, gradually approaching the center of the bridge, Bao Lei gently pressed a red button on the handle.

Like firecrackers playing with children, a series of tiny explosions suddenly sounded from a thick support column under the bridge. With the tiny explosions sounded, the smoke rising around the bridge support column quickly formed a not-so-regular ring, covering the thick support column just right.

The friction between the sour concrete and the steel bars sounded like a group of rats gnawing on nuts, and it seemed particularly clear even in the noisy gunshots. With the sound of friction from the bridge supporting columns, several spacious cracks suddenly appeared on the originally flat bridge deck, which just stuck the tire of a Toyota pickup truck that was eager to rush across the bridge into the cracks.

The tire was suddenly pinned, and the Toyota pickup truck was rushing in a hurry, like a not-so-savvy juggler, and the whole car flew into the air and then repeatedly buckled to the bridge deck where the spider-web-like cracks had already appeared.

The last straw that crushed the camel fell down, and the bridge deck, which had already produced cracks, collapsed in a few seconds after the vehicle was heavily smashed. The cement blocks of uneven sizes fell down like raindrops, and the supporting pillar that had lost its load-bearing function also collapsed crookedly in a series of strange sounds, smashing a large area of ​​smoke and dust in the deep valley under the bridge, and a muffled sound that almost made people jump up.

Appreciating his masterpiece with some smugness, Bao Lei looked at another support column behind the truck from the night vision camera, and pressed the button on the handle again. In the same series of tiny explosions, a support column less than ten meters behind the truck was also shrouded in smoke caused by the explosion. Amid the explosion, the bridge deck behind the truck also began to reveal irregular cracks.

Throwing the remote control component in his hand to the side, Bao Lei quickly stood up and pushed Pan Guan, who was so excited about controlling the M134 machine gun, to the side: "Go to do your work!"

Looking at the M110 sniper rifle placed behind the bulletproof bunker, Pan Guan reluctantly lay down behind the bulletproof bunker, stretched out the barrel from a shooting hole reserved under the bulletproof bunker: "With that guy who frys the liver, can I make up for the leak? Even if I ask me to make up for the leak, the thing in my hand can't keep up with the guy who frys the liver?"

Staring at the militants who had been cut off and stuck on an isolated bridge deck, Tang Guoming snorted coldly: "That's eleven Chinese lives!"

Listening to Tang Guoming's words, Pan Guan didn't say much, but tried his best to breathe evenly. He aimed at a militant who was spinning around on the isolated bridge deck, and steadily pulled the trigger. The red metal flow spewed by the two M134 machine guns beside Pan Guan also began to sweep towards the terrified armed powder on the other end of the bridge...
Chapter completed!