Chapter 36: Attacked from both sides
The Norwegian soldiers who were charging forward were completely in a positional charge formation. The entire unit lined up and charged towards the top of the hill with guns pointed. The open land instantly turned into an ochre ocean of the Norwegian army, and there was a deafening roar.
"Da da da..." Hundreds of guns spewed out angry flames and madly fired at the hill where Zhao Ziyang and his men were, trying to shoot them into sieves one after another.
"avoid!"
"Clang clang clang..." The dense bullets formed an impenetrable rain of bullets, pouring heavily on the positions on the hilltop.
Stone chips flew, dust rose, and the entire hilltop was covered by bullets, making it impossible for people to stick their heads out to fight back.
The power of the group charge was clearly revealed at this time. The advantage in numbers made the Norwegian soldiers rush forward like an armored vehicle. They used the rifles in their hands to form the most effective killing defense, trapping Zhao Ziyang and his men in an abyss of death from which they could not escape.
All he could do was lie down obediently, listening to the explosions in his ears and enduring the flying stone chips hitting him on the head.
"Clang clang clang..." Balls of fire exploded on the bulletproof steel plates, leaving behind white marks caused by bullet holes.
"Come on, come on!" A wild roar came from Omo's mouth. He set up the M134 six-barrel heavy machine gun and used the protection of steel plates to crazily fire at the Norwegian soldiers in the open area.
"Da da da..." Six gun barrels spewed out a continuous flame. Yellow bullets jumped out from the gun barrels, forming a rain of bullets that accumulated at Omo's feet.
It accumulated deeper and deeper, and in a short time it covered the soles of Omo's feet, making crisp crunching sounds as his soles rubbed against each other.
The M134, also known as the Vulcan Cannon, has its own unique and distinctive features. There is no doubt that when facing a group charge on the ground from a high position, it can fully exert its power and become the sharpest weapon to dominate the battlefield.
The firing rate of 6,000 rounds per minute is equivalent to one round per second. The muzzle moves at an angle of 30 degrees in one second. Extended to a distance of one thousand meters, it means that one hundred bullets fired in one second are completely poured onto the battlefield, completely covering the Norwegian soldiers in the rain of bullets.
"Puff, puff, puff..." The Norwegian soldiers who were sprinting in the front row fell down one after another, and the soldiers behind them who could not stop and continued to rush forward fell down again.
The 7.62mm caliber bullets mercilessly pierced the bodies of Norwegian soldiers, taking away one young life after another.
An M134 managed to withstand the group charge of the Norwegian soldiers. The open area with a depth of more than a thousand meters and a width of four hundred meters was enough for the M134 to give full play to its power and roar to its heart's content.
"Da da da..." The Norwegian soldiers whose charge was thwarted pulled the trigger and concentrated their firepower at the furious firing point on the top of the hill.
They had to destroy this firepower point, otherwise they would be unable to move forward. The distance was too far, and the rifle-fired grenade was not long enough to reach it. The Norwegian army was lightly armed and did not have any large weapons to use, so they could only use the rifles in their hands.
"Bang, bang, bang..." Bullets fell on the protective steel plate of the M134 like raindrops, covering the entire plate.
The moment the bullet came into contact with the steel plate, a spark flew out, making the steel plate look like a burning shield, burning with the never-ending anger of both sides.
"Special forces, help me!" Omo roared and used his polar bear-like body to hold up the bulletproof steel plate that was falling backwards.
Hundreds of bullets continuously fell on the steel plate. The strong penetration force was too much for even Omo to withstand. His body, which was holding up the steel plate, took on the force after the steel plate offset part of it. Each bullet hit the steel plate like a hammer and then rushed into Omo's body.
If you can't imagine this kind of power, you can imagine the feeling of having a book on your chest and being hit hard with a hammer. Moreover, this is not the chest, but a layer of books on the whole body, with countless hammers hitting you non-stop. You can imagine what that feels like, it is definitely not something a motherfucker can bear!
"Ah! Ah!..." Omo's face showed a painful expression and he screamed loudly.
The muscles on his neck coiled up again, the thick blue veins on his forehead bulged, and his body almost swelled, showing that he had tried his best.
"Sickle Man!" Zhao Ziyang shouted Sickle Man.
Two people crawled over along the ground and used their shoulders to hold up the bulletproof steel plate that was about to be knocked down by the bullet.
They had to hold on. Now only this bulletproof steel plate could help them delay. Without this bulletproof steel plate weighing several hundred kilograms, Omo would not be able to launch fire to stop the Norwegian army's charge, and there would be no chance for Swart and Blade to snipe the defenders behind them.
Under the hail of bullets, people couldn't even lift their heads and couldn't fight at all.
Zhao Ziyang and the sickle-wielding man, who had just supported the steel plate in place of Omo, felt their bodies shaken violently at the same time. Their chests churned and they almost vomited blood.
Countless warheads continuously covered the steel plates. This force was overwhelming and difficult to resist.
"Shoot!" Zhao Ziyang's eyes widened and he roared from his chest. He used all his strength to push the steel plate forward, allowing Omo to continue with the covering shooting.
"Da da da da..." The M134 once again spewed out violent tongues of fire, sweeping towards the Norwegian soldiers who had instantly broken through the one-kilometer limit.
As Omo fired again, the Norwegian soldiers immediately lay on the ground and continued to charge forward while crawling. The pressure of the steel plate was relieved, allowing Zhao Ziyang and the sickleman to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Bang! Bang!" Taking this opportunity, Swart and Blade climbed over the hill and found cover. They used their combined strength to snipe at the defender mercenaries in the rear, slowing down the defenders' pace.
"Special forces, we can't hold on for much longer, we must find a solution quickly!" Blade shouted at Zhao Ziyang, lowering his head to avoid a sniper bullet shot by the defender from the bottom of the mountain.
“Kang!”
A corner of the rock was knocked off, and the flying debris flew towards Daofeng's face, piercing half of his cheek and making it bloody.
"Hold the hill! We must hold the hill even if we die!" Zhao Ziyang roared while gritting his teeth. His entire left shoulder was completely numb from the shock.
At this moment, holding the hilltop was their only hope for survival. This hope came from Angel, who could definitely hear the dense gunfire. All they had to do now was to hold on and wait for Angel's rescue.
"Change the ammunition belt!" Omo shouted loudly, and the M134 in his hand immediately turned off.
Almost at the moment when the M134 was shut down, the bulletproof steel plate once again became a super hammer composed of countless hammers, smashing hard at Zhao Ziyang and the sickle man.
With a "puff", Zhao Ziyang couldn't bear it and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body swayed backwards. As he swayed, the steel plate immediately collapsed backwards, and it seemed that this half would not be able to hold on.
"Roar!" Zhao Ziyang, with blood in his mouth, let out a violent roar, his feet firmly planted on the ground, and he used his back to hold the steel plate tightly.
"puff!"
The sickle-wielding man on the other side of the iron plate also spat out a mouthful of blood. He chose the same action as Zhao Ziyang, holding the steel plate tightly with his shoulder, allowing the severe pain like a beating to come from his back.
"Damn, how long will it take!" The sickleman asked Omo loudly, his eyes fixed on the undefended air above the steel plate.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..." Bullets flew over their heads, forming a dense net.
Zhao Ziyang also saw it, and saw it more clearly. He saw the high temperature carried by the warhead whizzing through the air, and saw the intersecting warheads in chaos and hideousness. He saw the trajectories that had never been seen before appear before his eyes.
"Okay!" Omo lowered his head and stretched out his hands. He finally loaded the ammunition belt and started firing wildly again.
The tens of seconds it took to load the ammunition chain felt like a very long time to Zhao Ziyang and the sickle-wielder. Their bodies were numb and their internal organs were all seriously injured. When the bulletproof steel plate once again relieved the pressure, the two felt a sense of relief, and after the relief, a sweet and fishy smell surged into their throats, and they spurted out blood again.
"Da da da..." Gatling roared again, and bullets poured towards the Norwegian soldiers.
However, this round of strafing was of little use. The Norwegian soldiers who were crawling on the ground avoided a large number of bullets. They were not fools. After the initial setback, they immediately realized that there was only one machine gun firing point on the hill.
The firepower point is the M134, and while the M134 has great power, it also has a fatal weakness, which is the problem of ammunition. The ammunition is consumed very quickly, and the opponent cannot prepare hundreds of thousands of bullets to feed this Vulcan cannon.
It was indeed true. Omo's body could carry 20,000 French bullets, but how long could 20,000 French bullets last? Calculated at a theoretical rate of fire of 6,000 rounds per minute, it would only last for more than three minutes. In addition, all these guns had been modified by Pandora, and the rate of fire of the M134, which was its most advantageous, was further increased, so it would only last for three minutes.
At this time, Omo had changed to the second ammunition belt, and he had only one ammunition belt left. The total number of bullets was less than 10,000, which meant that they could only hold out for more than a minute.
But this one minute was far from enough. It would take a long time from the start of the battle until Angel came to rescue. They had to hold on for another thirty minutes, otherwise they would all die here before rescue.
There was no need to think about retreating , as there were bare mountains on both sides, and there was no road at all. This was a single road, which was the best for ambushes, but also the easiest to be ambushed. Once they were surrounded, they would be doomed.
As the shells kept falling, Omo put on the last ammunition belt and waited quietly, ready to use the last round of shooting under absolute firepower to kill a few more Norwegian soldiers, thus making up for his losses.
Zhao Ziyang and the sickle-bearer's bodies have reached their limits and are unable to withstand the heavy bulletproof steel plates. Now they can only straighten their bodies to form a support and use their flesh to make a bracket for the steel plates.
Swart and Blade were also in a stalemate. They were engaging in sniping and counter-sniping with the Defender mercenaries behind them, and the situation was very critical.
The core elite forces of the defenders who were dispatched in full force had almost the same military qualities as them. In this case, the number of people naturally had an absolute advantage. If it weren't for Swart and Blade's commanding position, it would be difficult to stop the defender colonel and his men.
"Damn it, I can't hold on any longer, these bastards are too powerful!" Blade cursed fiercely, and the muscles on his bloody cheek twitched, which was the pain nerves playing tricks on him.
"puff!"
The sound of bullets piercing flesh was heard, followed by Swart's painful groan. A heavy sniper bullet penetrated Swart's right chest, knocking him to the ground.
"Swatt was shot, rescue!" Blade roared loudly, lowered his head and pounced on Swatt, covering his wound with his right hand.
Swart's face was filled with pain as a sniper bullet tore a fist-sized wound on his right chest. His body twitched uncontrollably and he bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from screaming.
Blood gushed out from the wound, staining half of the body red.
"Hold on! Hold on!" Blade pressed Swart's wound and pulled out a hemostatic bandage to bandage him quickly, then took out a bottle of morphine for intravenous injection.
"boom!"
At this moment, the sound of grenade firing rang out, and the defenders behind them fired rifle grenades at them from bottom to top.
"Avoid! Avoid! Avoid!" Zhao Ziyang opened his bloodshot eyes wide and yelled.
With a loud "bang", the grenade fell on the top of the hill with a violent explosion, and gravel and shrapnel flew everywhere. Daofeng's body was thrown heavily to Zhao Ziyang.
But the grenade bombing of the hilltop had not ended. The hilltop was instantly engulfed in artillery fire, and the lurkers were in a devastating disaster.
