Arc of Gunfire

The takeover of the airport went smoothly.

At least that was until Sergeant Littlejohn burst into a nondescript dormitory building.

Sergeant John, holding a Sten submachine gun, kicked open the dormitory door and rushed into the corridor.

When he saw a man wearing a Proson Air Force uniform, he was stunned.

The other party was also stunned.

Since there was no exchange of fire at this time, the Pulosen said in broken Onsa: "You need permission to enter here!"

Sergeant John raised his submachine gun and started shooting. Although the accuracy of the Sten submachine gun was quite bad, at this distance and the density of firepower, the accuracy was no longer important.

The Prosin was shot four times, and his whole body fell backwards against the wall. He stayed on the wall for a few seconds before starting to slide down.

Sergeant John didn't waste any time and threw a grenade directly into the reception room next to him.

The guard just opened the door and came out, his eyes widened as he watched the grenade fly over his head.

The next moment, the grenade exploded, and Guard Prosen was blown out of the communication room. His head hit the half-open window on the opposite side and he passed out.

Sergeant John fired a burst at the guard's body, and was about to use a grenade to blow up the second room when he saw an MP submachine gun sticking out of the fourth door in front.

The shooter didn't show his head, so he scanned blindly.

Sergeant John hid quickly, and only his beret was shot away, and the bullet crackled on the door frame.

The sergeant took out a new grenade, pulled out the safety pin, and threw it into the corridor with a hook.

The sound of grenades bouncing on the ground could be heard amid the submachine gun fire.

After the explosion, the submachine gun misfired.

At this time, Sergeant John, the platoon leader, emerged from the darkness: "What's going on?"

The sergeant was changing the magazine of the Sten submachine gun while shouting: "Prossens! This building is full of Prossins! The bastards of the Intelligence Department have done something wrong again!"

The Komanda troops who perform special operations often "praise" the intelligence support of MI6, and even publicly "appreciate" it in newspapers. Therefore, the trust of special operations troops like the Red Devils in MI6 is the same as that of Pluto. The Wehrmacht has the same trust in the Plosen Air Force.

As soon as the platoon leader heard that there were Prossens, he immediately reached out to the communication soldier: "Walkie-talkie!"

The next moment, a brick-like walkie-talkie was thrust into his hand.

"Charlie Charlie, we found a Prosin in a dormitory!"

While he was speaking, the window on the second floor of the dormitory suddenly opened, and the MG34 machine gun mounted inside started firing wildly.

Platoon leader: "Listen to this sound! Our Bren machine guns can't make this sound!"

Just after he finished speaking, a paratrooper wearing a red beret opened his hands and threw it hard, and a grenade fell into the second-floor window.

The bombardier immediately lay down.

Immediately afterwards the windows on the second floor exploded and the machine guns misfired.

The walkie-talkie in the platoon leader's hand asked: "How many enemies are there? Only when I know the number of enemies can I decide how much reinforcement to give you."

Platoon leader: "I don't know! My platoon is still out there—"

At this time, he saw a smoke bomb thrown from the second floor to the next floor, and the white smoke suddenly spread.

Then someone rushed out from the exit on the first floor.

Sergeant John raised his gun and fired, and several figures fell down at that time.

The next moment, the Proson soldiers rushed out of the smoke and charged towards the platoon leader holding the walkie-talkie with bared teeth and claws.

The platoon leader calmly counted their numbers silently and reported: "There are at least 8 enemies!"

Isn't that at least eight? After all, there were only eight people rushing towards the platoon leader.

At this time, the sound of Bren light machine gun sounded.

The platoon machine gunner put his bipod on the engine cover of the barrel truck parked at the door of the dormitory and fired at the door, covering the enemies rushing towards the platoon leader.

Before the eight people in front fell to the ground, more smoke bombs were thrown out.

The Prossens shouted "For the Empire" and "For Asgard", rushed out through the smoke, and killed the red berets.

The platoon leader was still reporting calmly: "The enemy is counterattacking us, and we can't use our firepower advantage because of the smoke!"

Soon enough, a Prossen man rushed out of the smoke and was actually in front of the platoon leader!

The platoon leader picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand, gave the man a big dick, and fucked him right back into the smoke.

"Hey!" He took back his hand and shouted into the walkie-talkie, "The situation is critical, we need reinforcements! We need reinforcements!"

As a result, after calling for a long time, there was no response from the walkie-talkie, and even the rustling static noise from the previous call was gone.

The platoon leader pulled away and looked at the walkie-talkie. At this time, the communication soldier said: "Maybe you broke it."

The platoon leader scolded: "So the things made by the New World are unreliable! If our domestic walkie-talkies were used, they could still be used even if ten Prosensians were killed!

"Stop talking about this, send someone to the command plane to report that we have found elite Prossen soldiers here!"

At this time, a strong wind blew, and the smoke was blown away a lot. The platoon leader discovered that the hand-to-hand combat was coming to an end. A dozen "Red Devils" had overturned more than 20 Plosen Defense Force soldiers and won a complete victory.

Sergeant John, who was the first to receive the fire, shouted: "The enemy has retreated into the building! What should we do?"

The platoon leader looked at the building in front of him and felt that there might not be enough time to clear the building, so he said: "Bring the explosives! We will blow this house down! Who is the one who studied architecture in the university? Let him direct the installation of explosives! "

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"Hello? Hello? Talk!" At the 1st Parachute Division Task Force Headquarters, the captain, Colonel Charlie, yelled into the walkie-talkie for a round before finally believing that the walkie-talkie in the first platoon was broken.

He turned to his deputy, Lieutenant Colonel Richard, and said: "There are Prossens at the airport! And they have machine guns! Damn MI6 has tricked us again!"

Lieutenant Colonel Richard: "What's going on? Proson has already joined the war? I read the intelligence before coming here. Barras still maintains an aloof relationship with Proson."

Colonel Charlie: "I don't know. But this can explain why King Barras is getting bolder and bolder! It turns out that it is backed by the Prossen people. No matter, even if the Prossen people have a battalion or even a regiment at the airport, we It can be solved too!”

As soon as he finished speaking, an orange fireball suddenly erupted in the dormitory area where fierce gunshots had been heard, and an explosion was heard a little later.

Then there was a lot of smoke and dust.

Lieutenant Colonel Richard: "Did you blow up the building the enemy was guarding?"

Colonel Charlie: "There may be other Prossen troops, let everyone cheer up——"

Suddenly, he saw a fighter jet starting its engine and taxiing out of the tarmac.

The colonel pointed at the fighter and shouted: "Quick! Stop him! The transport plane is still landing, and he may hit the transport plane!"

The fighter began to accelerate.

A three-wheeled motorcycle appeared. The paratrooper riding the motorcycle turned the accelerator, and the motorcycle rushed towards the aircraft.

The paratrooper in the truck took off his hat, put it on his belt, stepped on the chair of the truck with one foot, and stepped on the edge of the truck with the other, relying solely on his amazing physical fitness to maintain balance.

When the motorcycle rushed to the side of the plane, he jumped high and landed on the wings of the plane!

His weight caused the plane to rock violently.

The pilot turned around and was shocked when he saw him. Then he opened the window and prepared to shoot with his pistol. However, the paratrooper jumped again, fell into the cabin, and knocked out the pilot with one punch.

Then the paratrooper pulled the throttle to the end and pressed the landing gear wheel brake button.

The plane decelerated sharply, and then the entire tail tilted up under the action of inertia and stuck on the airport taxiway.

Colonel Charlie: "Push the plane away! The landing transport plane may not see this thing on the taxiway!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a transport plane left the runway and drove along the taxiway to the apron.

Colonel Charlie grabbed the handset: "Oh my God, anyone can push the fighter jet away! Go push the fighter jet away!"

I don't know if they heard the colonel's order, but seven or eight paratroopers rushed out from the diagonal. The motorcycle carrying the warriors who had just stopped the plane also arrived.

Everyone worked hard to pull the tail of the plane back to the ground and level the entire plane. Then they released the landing gear brakes and pushed the plane sideways.

The transport plane was coming along the taxiway, completely unaware of the fighter jets on the road.

A paratrooper ran over with a rope and tied it between the fighter's landing gear and the motorcycle.

So with the help of the motorcycle, the fighter jet was finally pushed off the runway and thrown into the grass.

The exhausted soldiers all sat on the ground and watched the transport plane slide past them.

Colonel Charlie breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the communications soldier came over and said: "The radio is ready, do you want to send the code word?"

"Send a code word!" the colonel said, "not just a code word, tell the expeditionary force headquarters that the Plosans are coming! It is currently unknown how many Plosans have entered Barras, but it is best to alert the landing troops and let them They're careful."

"yes!"

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On the sea north of Moha, the landing group.

Sailors are climbing off the ship along the rope net and entering the landing craft.

The landing craft filled with sailors started their motors and left the fleet to join the landing craft group that was sailing in a circle.

On the landing craft No. 001, Brigadier General Aromeyev was telling the soldiers: "The enemy does not have large-scale shore defenses, but you still have to be careful of machine gun fire. After the landing craft hits the beach, you must leave as soon as possible! Don't give the enemy time to concentrate fire. !

"We have received a lot of training, just follow the training! We must leave the landing craft within 30 seconds!"

At this time, Brigadier General Aromeyev saw someone taking out a flask, taking a big sip, and cursed: "Don't drink! You may have to swim later! If you get drunk, you will drown! I can't take it with you!" Take over the beach with a bunch of drowned ghosts!”

The drinker looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean it!"

"You are just nervous, and the military bishop is not on this ship." Aromeyev said, "It doesn't matter, you are the first person to make this mistake, and I will pretend that I didn't see it. The second one will not be so lucky. , I will report it to the chaplain."

At this moment, the navy corporal who was sailing the ship said loudly: "There is a semaphore over there at the flagship! We are going to form a formation and start moving forward!"

"Got it!" Arromeyev shouted back.

The engine sound of the landing craft suddenly increased, and the deck tilted significantly.

Although there were not many waves in the inland sea, waves still hit the landing craft and splashed Aromeev all over.

Soon, the formation of landing craft exceeded the destroyers responsible for providing artillery support.

On the destroyer's bridge, the signal lights kept flashing.

Most of the naval infantry are high school students. Some of them know Morse code and directly read the light signal: "I wish you victory and fight the enemy bravely. The destroyer is wishing us a brave fight!"

Everyone raised their heads and looked in the direction of the destroyer.

The same goes for Aromeev.