Vault 32

Chapter 114 Executioners
From the marines in the woodland to the Mi-24 Hind armed transport helicopter flying slowly above the treetops, the height is only twelve or thirteen meters.Even if this group of marines were blindfolded, they could accurately hit the target with the RPG-18 anti-tank rocket with the sound of the huge rotor in the sky!
The raging flames were rising, using the extremely high temperature to engulf everything in the helicopter cabin.The deafening explosion has spread throughout the entire Mi-24 Hind armed transport helicopter. Damage caused by rocket explosions is everywhere, and the entire helicopter cannot even be controlled.The pilot was still struggling to save himself, but the helicopter roared hoarsely from inside, as if the engine had been greatly damaged.

The driver wants to work hard to increase the altitude and use the original inertia to adjust the already tilted fuselage.But the rotor that was still spinning gradually stopped in the air, and the entire helicopter that was still rising was almost visible to the naked eye. Following the pilot's terrified eyes, it headed towards the deep forest. Chu fell down hard!

The terrifying bangs that could almost shatter eardrums rang through the corners of this small island, and the crazy vibration made everyone's feet feel like an earthquake.Even the explosion has set off pieces of flames, which have ignited the surrounding bushes and the branches and leaves on the top of the tree crown. With a little bit of flame burning, there are signs of a wildfire.However, this little bit of wildfire was extinguished in an instant, and the even more terrifying explosion, followed by the explosion of the airborne rocket, swept across the surroundings in an instant!

The huge pressure and temperature have engulfed the arsenal of all the helicopters. The ammunition was heated and finally reached the critical point, instantly detonating the gunpowder inside, turning it into a red lotus karma that came from hell, and engulfed more than [-] meters around it with a howl. Everything inside, whether it was the big tree or the shrub, or the unprepared Soviet soldier, turned into a flaming god of death and swallowed it fiercely!

Miserable howls appeared from the mouths of the Soviet soldiers who became Pyroman, but their pain did not last long, because the black muzzle of the gun had already been aimed at them, and the caliber thick as a Winchester thumb was firing. There were bright muzzle flames, and the 12-gauge shotgun had already made the space they were in densely covered with patches of death!
The advantage of the shotgun is the short-range combat, so each shot can cover an area of ​​several meters, no matter how the enemy dodges, they can't avoid the dense ammunition.And this weapon, known as the trench gun in the first and second world wars, also has an unparalleled advantage in this dense forest.As for the group of Soviets, before they could react, they had already discovered that most of their teammates had already been sprayed by the berserk shotgun, knocking down 80.00% of them!
This group of marines was like charging knights. They rushed forward without fear, even if the front was the AKM assault rifle and the shining bayonet.But they still had no expression on their faces, and they gritted their teeth tightly and strode forward, while the Winchester M1887 lever-action shotguns in their hands shot the deadly gun every time they pulled the trigger. The 12-gauge standard shot accurately enveloped any Soviet soldiers who dared to appear in front of them.

Although the sound of the AKM assault rifle also appeared sporadically, it was still more of the antique shotgun, especially the azure blue muzzle flame in Liszt's hand, which fired with the rhythm of an assault rifle. The afterimages that could not be seen clearly killed more than a dozen Soviet soldiers who wanted to raise the AKM assault rifle to shoot!

And there was no need for Liszt's command at all. The soldiers of the Marine Corps rushed forward quickly as they did in skirmish combat in the past, and the shotguns in their hands were also firing crazily.And the group of Soviet soldiers who were blinded by the instant raid, even with the increasing loss, howled in some incomprehensible Russian, fled towards the depths of the forest when they came, and looked at the The rifles in their hands have been thrown away and ignored, and it is known that this group of guys have completely lost their combat capabilities.

There were still miserable howls in the woodland from time to time, it was the sound of a seriously injured Soviet soldier who was still alive, but Liszt didn't have the slightest pity in his eyes, and ran towards the cliff with his Winchester in his hand.His figure was so fast that even the soldiers of the Marine Corps couldn't keep up with his movements, but Liszt gestured towards them, and just ordered loudly: "Leave the three to clean the battlefield, and the others follow me!"

Right on the cliff at the edge of the forest, the frantic strafing sound of the M4A1 assault rifle continued. The marines still gritted their teeth, reloaded the full 30mm magazine with a fast reload speed that had never appeared in a military academy, and continued to shoot wildly at the fallen Soviet soldiers.

Although they are recruits, they still belong to the military academy and have been trained in the boot camp for nearly half a year.All of them have become standard fighters, but they have never been in contact with life and death, and have never killed anyone with their own hands. They call the old fritters on the battlefield young birds.But their crazy appearance now shows their horror. They have applied all the killing knowledge learned in the recruit training camp to the current battlefield. They seem to be like ducks in water!

The Marine Corps was originally an elite unit in the army, but the scale of the expansion made them look huge, as if they were a regular army group.But they are directly under the President of the United States, and they can go to fight all over the world without even obeying the orders of the Congress. If their combat effectiveness is reduced, it means death.And even the fledglings who just came out of the training camp in the Marine Corps, after systematic training, are still good at killing people.

"Your soldier kills and kills ordinary Soviet infantry x1, and you get 200 full points."

"Your soldier kills and kills ordinary Soviet infantry x1, and you get 200 full points."

"Your soldier kills and kills ordinary Soviet infantry x1, and you get 200 full points."

"Your soldier kills and kills ordinary Soviet infantry x1, and you get 200 full points."

"Your soldier kills and kills ordinary Soviet infantry x1, and you get 200 full points."

"Your soldier kills and kills ordinary Soviet infantry x1, and you get 200 full points."

Liszt's retina seems to be swiping the screen. If he puts his consciousness into it, he will find that countless data streams are crazily combined into words, and the barcodes are quickly pushed up one by one, and he can hardly see any scene in front of him. .And even in his ears, the metal beeps were appearing crazily, and they were even connected together. Before the last sentence was finished, the next sentence appeared, which made him have no time to react.

When he walked out of the edge of the forest and stood on the cliff clearing that was almost covered with corpses, the strong smell of blood almost seemed to condense into a solid body.Liszt's combat boots stepped on the bloody soil. He saw the Soviet soldiers lying on the ground one by one. He could no longer tell when they were killed, whether they were killed by Liszt or by this group of marines. The team killed it.

Seeing that Liszt came to this position, the scattered Marines were slightly relieved, and slowly stopped the M4A1 assault rifle that was still firing in their hands.But any corpse that moved would still be hit by the sharp three-point shot on the shoulder for an instant, and it would make some kind of unknown cry and finally end up in the arms of the god of death.

Taking a deep breath, Liszt didn't have any expression on the strong smell of blood, his face was still dignified and serious, and the expression in his eyes also revealed a little relief.He looked at the soldiers gradually appearing around the edge, but there were only thirteen of them in total.Gritting his teeth slightly, he still didn't say much, just walked quickly towards his cave, and at the same time turned his head and waved to them: "Follow up."

With such a fierce battle taking place on this small island, Soviet troops will definitely appear again.What's more, there were defeated Soviet troops who fled back. Although they couldn't accurately describe the specific situation of List and others, they could add fuel to the fire based on what they saw.In the eyes of those Soviets, the most clear point was that U.S. federal troops finally appeared on this small island that was originally under their control.Both sides of the Cold War showed little mercy towards the forces infiltrating from both sides!

Not to mention the reconnaissance team that was wiped out in Alaska before, the captives that Liszt met just half an hour ago were slaughtered in such a miserable way. I know that these Soviets may have already regarded the killing of prisoners as a normal thing. .Even when List changed his mind, if the Soviets were captured by the Confederate States, the consequences would not be much better.

"Hurry up, keep up, quicken your pace!"

The cave was right in front of him, and Liszt heaved a sigh of relief looking at the familiar cliff. After confirming that there were no enemy troops, he led the thirteen marines behind him to quickly move towards the entrance of the cave.It was as if most of the combat power of the Soviets on the island had been wiped out, and no Soviet helicopters or infantry appeared in front of them. They finally let them breathe a sigh of relief and cooperated with each other to enter the narrow and steep entrance of the cave. In the midst of it, it completely disappeared on this small island.

PS: Ahem, my update is still very conscientious.Almost every day is three shifts, 9000 words.Some authors have five updates, but each update is 2000 words, and the sum is only [-] words more than me.Cough cough, I still ask for a monthly ticket, I will work hard to speed up the pace of code words!

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