Chapter 239 The hero in the bullet

Jack volunteered to come and harass this group of armed men. This was not a decision made on the head.

First of all, look at the terrain. Palang is said to be a town, but it is actually not as big as a village in Seris. It is built along the coast, long and narrow from east to west, facing the sea in the south, and the terrain is slightly higher in the north.

Moreover, the road runs directly from the north to the center of the town. In other words, near the northern entrance of the town, you can clearly see the location of the square in the center of the town. The distance between the two points is less than two kilometers.

Coincidentally, the Barrett M107A1 in his hand has an effective range of just two kilometers against lightly armored units and has sufficient ammunition.

Secondly, looking at psychology, the big leader of the "Abu Sayyaf" organization on Jolo Island, Radulan Shahilun, has regarded these foreigners in the abandoned mines who made an emergency landing on the island because of the plane crash as What's in the bag.

Although the vanguard troops he sent received a head-on attack and his favorite generals were also killed, the people who fled back also allowed him to obtain enough intelligence.

The opponents he faced seemed elite, but they were limited in number and lacked heavy weapons and sustained firepower (Shebek never exposed machine gun fire).

Radulan Shaxilon's idea is easy to guess. There are more than 20 foreigners hiding in this abandoned mine, which is the income of tens of millions of Dao Le.

As long as you gather enough people, boost morale, and rely on the cover of the jungle, you can surround this place even if you can't attack it.

We have more than ten times the strength of our troops. The advantage lies with me and there is no possibility of losing.

Therefore, according to Jack's estimation, no matter how cunning the old guy was, he would never have imagined that he would dare to take the initiative. He would go directly to his lair twenty kilometers away and launch a sneak attack without any sense of martial ethics.

Sure enough, when this green-skinned modified Nissan pickup truck arrived outside the town of Palang, the sentry on the watchtower at the entrance of the town didn't notice it at all and thought it was one of their own.

"Stop, right here."

After hearing Jack's instructions, Gaspare released the accelerator, turned the steering wheel fiercely and pulled up the handbrake. The rear of the truck was suddenly thrown out, kicking up a violent burst of dust. The entire pickup truck turned 180 degrees and came to a steady stop.

"Don't turn off the engine." Jack warned worriedly. He stretched out his legs directly from the car window, grabbed the edge of the car window with both hands, and climbed onto the roof of the car as nimbly as a monkey.

"Wow, Jackie Chan?" Gaspare couldn't help but exclaimed, watching him jump into the trunk from the roof of the car, take out the Barrett from the box, and put it on the machine gun rack.

The longest distance for sniping with a sniper rifle in this world is 3,450 meters. The second and third places are both around 2,400 meters. This involves a certain amount of luck and requires precise calculations, taking into account wind speed and gravity. , ballistics and many other factors.

Jack doesn't need these. First of all, he has skill assistance. Secondly, he uses an anti-material sniper rifle. The focus is not on sniping, but on anti-material.

"Bang!"

The sentry who was killed by Jack's first shot was less than 50 meters away from the pickup truck. One second he was still looking at the sudden pickup truck in confusion, and the next second his whole head was blown away.

A corpse with only a neck attached to the mandible fell heavily from a 10-meter-high wooden watchtower.

"Bang bang. Bang."

A continuous roar sounded.

From Jack's current position, he could not see the one-armed old man who was giving a speech, but in the 10x Unertl scope, the crowd gathered together was clearly visible.

Unfortunately, because it shoots from high to low, the 12.7 bullet will penetrate directly into the ground after penetrating two or three fragile human bodies.

But this is enough. Although his sniper rifle skills have not reached the top level, Jack does not need to be too precise. He just needs to send enough bullets into the crowd as quickly as possible.

The obviously overpowered large-caliber bullets caused a bloody storm in the small square. Many people had no idea what was happening and were killed by bullets that penetrated the bodies of their companions.

In fact, if you replace it with an M2 heavy machine gun now, due to the recoil and distance, the killing efficiency may not be as good as the Barrett in Jack's hands now.

He knocked out two ten-round magazines in less than 15 seconds, and the militants in the town still didn't realize where the attacker launched the attack.

At this time, the central square of the town was already a bloody storm, with limbs flying in the air everywhere, blood spurting out, and even some human tissue and organ fragments.

Viewed from a high altitude, the ground of the square is like a colorful canvas. Suddenly someone splashed a touch of red-based ink, and then it seemed like an invisible brush continued to smear on the canvas wantonly.

The area of ​​the canvas that has not been stained with ink is heavily stroked by this invisible brush, one stroke after another, to outline a radial red pattern, as gorgeous as fireworks, and as if it is the first release of a virgin boy.

"Click."

Jack inserted the sixth magazine and performed a healing spell on himself. At this time, the people in the square finally realized and were fleeing from this land of death.

After finishing another magazine, he replaced the second type of bullet he brought with him and took a short rest. Even with his current physique, it was too much to bear the recoil caused by the anti-material sniper rifle continuously. .

The reason for this is that the Barrett M107A1 is not welded to the machine gun mount. It cannot use the machine gun mount to reduce the recoil like the M2 heavy machine gun. They do not have this material and there is no need.

Half of his body was ejected from the cab. Gaspare, who was already dumbfounded, knew this very well, because Jack was in a standard sniper shooting posture when he fired, and the butt of the gun was firmly pressed against his shoulder.

It was not that Gaspare had never played with this kind of .50-caliber heavy sniper, but if he was asked to shoot at the rate of fire just now, he estimated that his collarbone would never agree.

"Are you okay? How about you driving?"

From such a long distance, Gaspare couldn't see the results of Jack's victory, but judging from the reaction in the town as if a nest had been blown up, it was estimated that a chase was about to begin.

"It's okay, just drive your car later."

Jack twisted his neck, made two crisp noises, and pointed his gun at the first pickup truck that jumped out of the town.

"Bang!"

An armor-piercing incendiary bomb with a green tip and a white circle hit the front of the car, and then flames broke out in the engine position.

"Tsk, missed." Jack smacked his lips regretfully.

He was heading for the cab. This kind of NAMMO NM140 MP multi-purpose bullet originating from Norway can penetrate armor, explode and burn in an instant. It is a hero among bullets.

After the US military adopted it, it was given a new number, Raufoss Mk.211 API. It has an excellent damage effect on lightly armored targets. Its combustion performance is aviation kerosene JP-8. It only needs to hit a 2 mm thick steel plate to produce 20 fragments.

I’m really not good at writing battle scenes. If you think it’s still not passionate enough, then just give it a try. I’m so tired of writing it. Uh-huh-huh...