Battlefield Contractor

Chapter 6211 Blood and Yellow Sand

Probably not expecting these Tuaregs to have anti-aircraft weapons, the remaining helicopter fled in a hurry. And just these few minutes of firefights caused heavy losses to these Tuaregs.

The tribal leader who ordered to clean up the battlefield and rescue the wounded, his eyes became very violent. "We lost twenty-six people, twenty-six!!"

Lin Rui patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "If I were you, I would find a way to get out of here and find an easier place to defend. These helicopters do not have offensive heavy weapons, so they are only used for reconnaissance.

And conducting reconnaissance means that there are other ground forces.

Now that they know where we are, in order to avoid more damage, you have to move people to a more defensive position. This desert is already the edge of the desert, so the raised rocky mountains over there can be used. Otherwise, you will have to start a confrontation with the enemy in an unobstructed terrain. Believe me, this is not a good idea. Those who can dispatch three helicopters to carry out large-scale reconnaissance must have many people under their command. "

After hearing this, the tribal leader suppressed his anger and nodded, "You are right, we have to leave here immediately."

An hour and a half later, a convoy of unidentified militants arrived and formally engaged the Tuaregs. The desert, which was originally peaceful, became extraordinarily noisy amidst the fierce and seamless exchange of firearms from both sides. The dense rain of bullets shrieked and tore through the air, and in the dawn of the desert, it pulled out scarlet and chaotic ballistic trajectories.

Those spinning, death-bearing metals rampaged unscrupulously in the air, tearing apart everything that dared to block their way forward. The camels that were killed, the tents and utensils that were flying with rags, and the fallen corpses all recorded this tragic battle.

Explosions, gunshots, and the muffled sound of being shot, splashes or jets of blood, as well as the screams of enemies or comrades who are wounded or dying, all hover in this dense forest, wandering in this air, torturing on everyone's ears and nerves.

Lin Rui's breathing became short again, and his body trembled slightly due to tension or other reasons. Looking out of the corner of his eyes, the tribal leader's face was covered with beads of sweat, his lips were tightly closed, as if he had to clenched his teeth hard to keep himself silent. And his hand holding the binoculars was not steady, and it was trembling with the trembling of his body.

"Slow down, tell yourself that you are a rock, you are a mountain, keep calm, stay still, everything around you is an unreal illusion, they can't control your attention." Lin Rui gently beside him As he spoke, he was speaking to him as well as to himself. Because, at this moment, his face was also covered with sweat.

Perhaps this kind of self-psychological hypnosis had an effect, and the breathing of the Tuareg chief obviously slowed down. This made Lin Rui quietly relieved, and couldn't help sighing secretly, this leader is still young after all! Although he is already a tribal leader and has experienced some battles, as a team leader, he is still a little too immature. However, he is about to mature soon, and after a few times of baptism, this young leader will completely bid farewell to the past.

I just don't know whether such maturity is good or bad for him.

The battle ahead is going on fiercely, but that kind of battle does not belong to Lin Rui, he still has to keep silent, and still has to help the tribal leader organize and command. Even if the surrounding noise is abnormal, a commander has, and can only have, calmness and silence.

6 minutes after the firefight. A squad of Tuaregs finally dealt with the militants who had circled their flanking route, causing more Tuaregs to withdraw near the rocky hills.

However, under the attack of front and rear firepower, their defense line was continuously compressed. It's just that these Tuaregs have the bravery deeply rooted in the blood of the nomads. With Lin Rui's assistance and command, their counterattack firepower has not weakened. More intense and dense. Lin Rui noticed that some M16A1s with 35mm grenade launchers were roaring unwillingly in the hands of the Tuaregs. They kept throwing high-explosive grenades into the incoming militants, scattering sharp fragments to It covers anywhere within range.

Near the boulder bunker that was temporarily used as the command post, Lin Rui could constantly hear the Tuareg's rapid panting and the low humming of the injured forcibly suppressing the pain. The militants on the opposite side are very experienced. They are constantly passing through, assaulting, and advancing in the web of death woven by countless high-speed flying metals. Recalcitrant Tuareg.

Lin Rui turned his gaze to the tribal leader, "American weapons? Who are you guys?"

"Don't you know our details? We are just a group of Tuaregs." The leader whispered.

"Fart, I've seen a lot of Tuareg tribes. Yes, they are brave and good at desert raiding. But they don't use M16A1 rifles because AK47 is cheaper and ammunition is easy to get. And this gun There are only three-round burst and single-shot modes, and they cannot be fired automatically. In Africa, nomads like you would buy such weapons.”

Lin Rui grabbed him and said sharply, "Our lives are tied together now, so don't hide anything from me. Otherwise, we will all die here."

"These weapons were bought... Alright! Someone gave them to us. Why are you bothering about them at this time? We have to survive first." The leader said angrily.

Lin Rui slowly loosened his collar and nodded, "After this matter is over, you'd better give me an explanation. You're right, now we have to live. So do you have any longer range? ?”

"Sniper rifle? No. We fight on camels, so we don't need that kind of thing at all." The leader replied.

"Where is the scope? I have seen that your guns are from Colt. If they are matched, they should have scopes." Lin Rui said sharply.

"Yes, but it's inconvenient to use. We use it after dismantling it. If you want it, there are many in the weapon box over there." The leader replied.

After Lin Rui found the weapon box and looked through it, he confirmed his judgment. These weapons are indeed some second-hand US military weapons with matching sights. But some speechless, these nomads. Completely used the M16A1 as a rifle. There are many types of scopes in this box, which are piled up in a mess.

In addition to the 3x20 or 4x20 carrying scope, the straight sight O.E.G., the CCO melee optical sight, the Docter and RMR small red dot scope from Trijicon, and the holographic diffraction sight from EOTech. But most of them are old outdated models.

Lin Rui found a TA31F 4x32 magnification ACOG scope and handed it to Yelena beside him.

Yelena checked it out, and expertly mounted it on the gun.

"Familiarize yourself, there is no sniper rifle, so you can only use it. You have to kill the firemen on those vehicles. Otherwise, their machine gun fire suppression is too strong." Lin Rui made a gesture.

Yelena had already taken off her black robe at this time, and tied her blond hair behind her head. With everyone stunned, they grabbed their weapons and turned to leave.

"Women fight?" murmured a Tuareg.

"She has fought more battles than you have ever seen." Lin Rui shook his head and took two weapons himself.

With a gun in hand, Yelena will be the most dangerous assassin on the battlefield. If you don't shoot, you're done, one hit will kill, this is the secret of a good gunslinger.

She crawled slowly in a rock-shielded corner, and slowly moved the reticle of the scope to follow the opposite vehicle. This is an armed pickup truck, and the militants in the car are controlling a vehicle-mounted machine gun, and they are suppressing firepower with impunity.

At the moment of aiming, a tiny flame spewed out from the muzzle of the gun, followed by a crisp sound and the whistling of the bullet spinning at high speed and tearing the air.

The whistling metal drew an invisible ballistic trajectory in the air, and with huge kinetic energy, it slammed into the head of the human body that hadn't reacted from the shock, and unceremoniously opened the armed pickup. Skull on the Heavy. Before the lingering aftermath of his machine gun fire had dissipated, a sad red and white flower bloomed fiercely, marking the end of his life.

Twenty minutes after the start of the battle, the Tuaregs began to break out of the encirclement. Having lost their firepower to suppress them, they rose again. The opposite side no longer has the support of firepower shooting. And these Tuaregs also have a sniper hidden behind the rocks, which is deadly to their enemies.

The tribal leader roared, want to run? It's not that easy. Brothers, beat me to death. I don't want to see any of them alive except for the leading bastard. His voice was a little hoarse, but his anger didn't weaken at all, like a lion that was completely enraged.

Lin Rui also joined the battle group, mobilized the muzzle of his gun, and firmly pressed the black crosshair symbolizing death on the head of a militant. Through the magnified field of view of the scope, I can clearly see the sweat dripping from his oil-painted face. This is a machine gunner, with the machine gun roaring angrily in his arms, smashing a puff of metal towards the Tuareg defenses. He clenched his teeth tightly to resist the huge recoil of the machine gun fire.

The Tuareg's attack was delayed by the roaring machine gun, and the crazily raging metal jet pressed them to the ground, unable to raise their heads.

Lin Rui's index finger drove the trigger back again, and then there was the crisp sound of the firing pin hitting the primer of the bullet. The **** of the gun resting on the shoulder retreated abruptly. Amidst the vibration of the gunshot, the high-speed rotating bullet rushed out of the muzzle, and rushed towards the target in the distance along the arc that could not be caught by the naked eye. The classic three-round burst shooting mode of the M16A1 is played by him to perfection.

Another **** flower bloomed, and the high-speed rotating metal bullet slammed into the temple of a militant. The warhead was very annoyed at the human body that hindered its progress, and released all the huge kinetic energy that had not been exhausted by the gravity.

The hard skull of the human body could not resist the wrath of the warhead, and collapsed in front of the powerful energy, turning into pieces of irregular fragments covered with red blood and white brain.

But this warhead is still not satisfied, it has not vented its anger yet. Therefore, it moved forward and rolled wantonly in the cranial cavity, stirring everything in that cavity into a messy paste. Suddenly, it was blocked again, with the skull in front of it.

So, it got angry again and tore up the only remaining skull again, and then comfortably fell into the embrace of the earth under the call of gravity.

However, the head that carried all its anger was destroyed beyond recognition by the energy accumulated by its high-speed rotation, like an unripe watermelon that was accidentally smashed, with red and white ones scattered all over the three-meter radius ground. And the owner of the head fell heavily to the ground amidst the violent metal rage, leaving only a wisp of unwilling soul floating in the desert that was still full of gunshots, explosions and screams.

"The third one." Lin Rui silently counted the lives he had harvested, without any sympathy or pity. It's ridiculous to think about it. Human beings are constantly calling for respect for life. However, it is also human beings who trample on life.

Lin Rui got up, bent forward, lay down, set up the gun, looked for the target, aimed, then shot, got up again, moved forward again, fell down again...

Like a precise machine, he shot deadly bullets again and again in the jungle full of gunpowder smoke and flames of war, just like the **** of death from hell, waving a huge scythe in his hand to harvest human life and soul in the world.

"Fifth!" Lin Rui said silently, shifting positions again. There is no need to observe the shooting result anymore, he knows the result the moment he shoots, and the opponent has no chance of surviving.

Still transferring and shooting mechanically, but his movements did not slow down at all. There were scattered corpses and weapons everywhere on the ground, which prevented him from successfully completing tactical actions several times.

Lin Rui was panting quietly on the ground. The short and intense exercise just now caused his alveoli to contract and expand extremely. At this time, the sequelae of excessive smoking appeared. A feeling of suffocation. However, what he wanted to do now was to smoke another cigarette.

However, he has no time, because the battle is not over yet.

The battle, which lasted for forty minutes, ended when the vitality of the rising sun completely illuminated the desert. In the thin morning light, the rising sun showed a red smiling face like a huge fireball from the distant horizon.

The warm sunlight cast mottled patterns on the yellow sand of the desert, because besides the sunlight, there were also blood and corpses. The wreckage of vehicles and human remains after the explosion are shocking on the sand.