Chapter 1381: The Evil Dog Comes Again

When Maersk rushed to the battlefield with a dozen of his men, he felt that the atmosphere on the battlefield was very strange. The two sides in the battle fired at each other at a distance of less than 200 meters. If you shoot, I will shoot endlessly.

Maersk's first reaction was that there were not many enemies, otherwise it would have been outflanking. But the mortar team behind the suppression team was knocked out by the opponent. From this point of view, the enemy is fully capable of easily killing the suppression team.

"Head, there are probably only four or five people on the opposite side. They controlled the gentle slope to the west and suppressed the suppression team under the gentle slope. But I just confirmed on the radio that the suppression team originally had the terrain advantage on that gentle slope, but they were stunned." They were kicked out."

A jackal team member completed the preliminary terrain scouting and came forward to report. Maersk was still three hundred meters away from the battlefield at this moment, and he was hiding in a patch of grass and standing still.

The members of the Jackals were all waiting for their commander to give an order. In everyone's opinion, as long as one outflanked them, the four or five people on the opposite side would be dead. But Maersk did not give the order at all. Instead, he ordered the suppressed suppression team to retreat on the radio.

"If we can retreat by ourselves, do we need you to rescue us? We just can't retreat now." On the radio, the survivors of the suppression team shouted loudly.

And Maersk raised the binoculars and easily found the shouting guy hiding in the bunker. He said strangely: "Which guy's position has been exposed long ago, but the opponent deliberately kept him shouting on the radio. This must be a trap!" "

When it was said that it was a trap, the jackal players who rushed to the battlefield all came to their senses. This army has always liked to set traps for its opponents, and today is the first time they have encountered an enemy who dug a hole for them.

"Head, what shall we do?" a Jackal member asked.

"Ignore the cries of those idiots, back two hundred meters to find favorable terrain. At the same time, release the drone to search the surrounding environment, I bet there will be surprises." Maersk smiled grimly, "The other side must be coming Masters, but I like to abuse masters."

The jackal team of more than a dozen people began to disperse slowly. This team had received training from the United States and Israel at the earliest, and its tactical ability was quite strong. Because their identities changed to gangsters, they did not disappear during the catastrophe, and they are now extremely rare special operations forces.

The war-torn apocalypse has greatly enhanced the status of the jackals, and also rapidly expanded their ambitions. Because they rarely meet opponents on the battlefield, they have an extremely arrogant and invincible mentality.

Judging that there is an interesting opponent on the battlefield, the energy of the entire team is aroused. They are all waiting to prove themselves to be the strongest on the battlefield again.

One team member retreated a certain distance and found a slightly higher slope. The savannah was just annoying, and it was too difficult to find the commanding heights. But when he set up an m240B machine gun, he suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him.

what's behind It is the deputy shooter of the machine gun team and has the responsibility to protect the main shooter. But the main shooter looked back, only to find that the deputy shooter who was supposed to protect him was bitten by the neck by a dog and was being dragged into the grass.

what? !

Is there any mistake, where is the dog now?

And such a fierce dog!

What the machine gunner saw was clearly a medium-sized dog, apparently a German blackback. This dog breed is very competent as a police dog, but it is impossible to kill a special soldier who has been trained for many years without making a sound!

In particular, the deputy shooter should be facing the rear, but he didn't react at all when he was bitten by a dog's neck-this dog must be hungry and crazy to dare to attack a fully armed human being.

The machine gun shooter didn't have time to think too much. It was impossible for him to watch his companion being taken away by a dog, and hastily drew a pistol from his leg pocket to aim and shoot. He was also worried about hitting his companion, so the muzzle of the gun was slightly raised, thinking that the sound of the gun should be enough to scare the vicious dog away.

Bang bang... two shots rang out.

As a result, the fart was useless, the vicious dog biting the deputy shooter not only did not let go,

Instead, he speeded up, kicking the ground with his four legs, dragging him into the grass in the blink of an eye. This vicious dog thinks so... I can even carry a backpack of 200 kilograms, so I still care about you who weigh less than 100 kilograms?

The lead shooter was dumbfounded, staring at the swaying thick grass for two or three seconds. If it weren't for the reminder of some blood stains left on the ground, he really couldn't imagine that his companion was actually taken away by a dog.

Gunshots rang out, and Maersk's inquiries rang over the radio. The surrounding Jackals also immediately moved closer to the machine gunner. They rushed over from all directions, saw the blood on the ground, and quickly asked the machine gunner, "What happened? Where's your partner?"

"My partner... was dragged away by a dog!"

The machine gunner pointed in the direction where the vicious dog disappeared, and angrily chased after him with the machine gun in his hand. And behind him, the team members who came to help all thought they had heard wrong—a dog dragged your partner away? Why didn't that dog eat your brains!

It's just that the teammates chased them out, and those who came couldn't do without chasing them out. And just when they spread out and wanted to find out the truth, the truth was that an anti-infantry directional mine was waiting for them.

Hundreds of steel balls exploded with a 60-degree fan, and the attack range can reach up to 50 meters. Although there are too many obstacles in the grass, the hundreds of grams of explosives still severely damage the targets within a few meters.

The rain of steel ball bullets swept across, and a large area of ​​grass fell down in the explosion. An open space appeared in front of the Jackal team members, and two or three people fell down in the open space.

The deputy shooter who had just disappeared was in the open space, his throat had been bitten off, and he was twitching while bleeding profusely. He is not dead yet, staring at the sky, rather unwilling.

The machine gun shooter who was chasing him was blasted straight on by the directional mine, and his lower body was torn like rags. He also did not die on the spot, fell to the ground repeatedly screaming and rolling.

In addition, there was another person who was hit by the bullet rain. Although the injury was not serious, he also lost his combat effectiveness and could only drag his injured leg to crawl on the ground. And the jackal players who were still a bit inexplicable and stunned just now realized that they had really met their opponents, and their side had already lost three people.

Captain Maersk was far away, and when he heard the explosion, he realized that something was wrong. He repeatedly asked what happened on the radio, and at the same time ordered his team members to evacuate immediately-the opponent's trap seemed to be very large, and it was too disadvantageous to exchange fire when the enemy and the enemy were unknown.

The Jackals immediately retreated. At this time, they were no longer in the mood to compete with their opponents. Some basic principles of combat from previous training flashed in their minds—don't stay in the enemy's preset battlefield.

At this time, it was a bit late to retreat, and a rocket flew two hundred meters away—RPG-26, a thermobaric warhead.

Detonation, three thousand degrees of high temperature!

Burn this garbage!