Volume 10: Ancient Battleship Chapter 526: Defending the Olympic Hotel
The NPC teammate had no doubt about Ke Lan's request. He skillfully reached into the car, unlocked the door, and got in.
The informant was nervous when he left - although he turned off the engine, he did not remove the car keys.
However, it actually makes no difference to Ke Lan whether she has a key or not. For an old and broken car like this, as long as she pries open the guard plate outside the car lock, she can find the battery cable and ignition wire hidden under the steering wheel. After connecting the battery cable, the rest is the classic scene in many old movies: rub the two ignition wires against each other a few times to start the starter motor.
The informant forgot to take out the key, which saved them more than ten seconds.
"Remember, drive the car as far away as possible. Don't look back and don't stop until you hear gunshots." Ke Lan finally reminded the NPC teammate.
"Understood." The NPC teammate nodded, lightly pressed the clutch, and then stepped on the accelerator.
As soon as the white car drove out of the street, Ke Lan saw the helicopter in the sky turn its head and follow it.
"The Americans were fooled..."
At this time, the militiamen had piled up a large number of rubber tires and discarded furniture at various intersections and set them on fire. When the US Army's Black Hawk helicopters and Little Bird helicopters entered Mogadishu, the entire city was shrouded in thick black smoke.
The Little Bird helicopter carrying the Delta Force took advantage of its small size and maneuverability to land directly in the middle of the road and on the roof. The Delta Force members wearing beige uniforms and black helmets quickly gathered together - although they lost their markers, they did not lose their composure. Facing the intensive firepower of the militia, the Delta Force members directly seized several nearby buildings, used the buildings as cover, and began to snipe the militiamen who were still in the open area.
Ke Lan did not intend to fight these Delta team members head-on. These people were the elite among the elites. Even though the AI's intelligence was far inferior to that of humans, it could not resist the cheats given to the AI by the game system. In the first half of the capture operation, these Delta NPCs were like people with perspective, automatic aiming and locking their heads. They killed the militiamen with almost one shot each, and cleared the Olympic Hotel directly with zero casualties.
Although this group of people missed the opportunity to break into the hotel in the first place, this did not affect their "invincible BUFF". With almost every gunshot, a militiaman would fall down on the street, and the parts of the militiamen who were shot were either the chest or the head.
If Ke Lan went to pick a fight with this group of Delta people at this time, he would probably be shot down as soon as he showed up.
According to the game process, the Delta Force's shooting skills will become slightly more "normal" only after the "Newbie Tutorial" time is over.
You have to pick the weak ones when you can't afford to offend. After thinking about it, Ke Lan decided to target the Rangers riding the Black Hawk helicopters.
The Black Hawk helicopter is rather heavy and cannot land on the ground, so the Rangers can only enter the battlefield by rappelling - according to the original plot, a Black Hawk helicopter would throw off a recruit who did not hold on to the rope in order to avoid an RPG rocket launcher, but because of Ke Lan's operation, the world line was significantly changed this time: the militiaman who was supposed to fire the rocket was shot and killed by the Delta team member the moment he leaned out of the balcony, so the recruit actually landed on the ground safely.
"As the saying goes...If you survive a disaster, you will surely get the next blow..." Ke Lan muttered to himself, and moved the muzzle of the AK47 in his hand towards the rookie Ranger who was squatting on the ground on guard.
The target, the front sight, the rear sight, the three points in a straight line, the distance of one hundred and twenty meters, there is no need to consider a series of complicated issues such as humidity, wind direction, the bullet falling on the arc of the earth, etc. He only needs to pull the trigger, and the enemy will fall.
However, when the heavy recoil was transmitted along the butt of the gun to Ke Lan's shoulder, he was shocked to find that the bullet's impact point was actually twenty meters away from the ranger!
Even the dust and sand stirred up by the falling sand on the ground didn't hit anyone.
A distance of one hundred and twenty meters, a displacement of twenty meters... Ke Lan couldn't help but look down at the AK in his hand.
"Damn it, can this thing be called a gun?"
Ke Lan took a look at the muzzle of the gun and found that the rifling inside the barrel had been worn out to the point where it was almost invisible.
No wonder those black uncle militiamen used the “faith shooting method” when shooting and didn’t aim at all - that’s because with the weapons in their hands, they might not hit the target even if they aimed!
Ke Lan suddenly felt a little regretful. If he had known that when they passed by the street weapons stall just now, he would have asked them to stop the car and get a few more guns. Anyway, they were all free, and if he got a few more, there would always be one or two that were a little more accurate.
He raised the AK47 above his head in a desperate move and fired randomly at the rangers who were rappelling - but it happened that this random shooting hit two rangers who were hanging on the ropes and sliding down rapidly. The two men screamed and fell heavily to the ground.
Due to the huge noise of the helicopter rotors and the chaotic gunfire around, Ke Lan could not hear the screams of the two rangers, but this was a game after all. The feedback that flashed before his eyes told Ke Lan that the last burst of bullets had successfully killed two rangers.
"Is this possible?"
Ke Lan took a look at the tattered AK47 in his hand with some astonishment - there was no inscription on the receiver of this thing, and from the rough boring and milling marks on the edges of the metal keys, it could be known that this gun was definitely not made by a stamping lathe in a regular arsenal, but was cut by crude manual equipment in small workshops. The tolerance of the parts was so large that it was simply unsightly... Apart from anything else, the fact that this pile of parts could be successfully assembled and able to shoot bullets was enough to be called a miracle.
All of this, of course, is due to the AK47's concise and excellent prototype design. If the M16 automatic rifle in the hands of the US military was copied using this process, it would probably explode as soon as the trigger was pulled.
Ke Lan killed two rangers with this burst of fire, and naturally encountered a fierce counterattack from the enemy. Fortunately, he did not show his head again, walked out of the back door of the house, and ran along the alley towards another small building located diagonally.
In urban street fighting, snipers must move to another position after each shot - even if the chosen cover is in the enemy's blind spot, individual missiles, grenade launchers and air support will immediately teach you a lesson.
At this time, the Black Hawk helicopter had not crashed yet, and air supremacy over Mogadishu was still firmly in the hands of the US military.
Ke Lan kicked the door open and ran up the stairs with ease - this building was located just to the side and rear of the Ranger airborne point. According to the location on the floor plan, the Olympic Hotel, the building occupied by the Delta team members, the Black Hawk helicopter hovering and rappelling point, and the small building where Ke Lan was located were all connected in a straight line.
The rangers focused their attention entirely on the Olympic Hotel and the intersection on the other side where a large number of militiamen gathered. No one noticed that the "militiaman" who had just killed their two comrades had already circled behind them.
Ke Lan tried to hold the AK47 out of the window as he had just done, pointed the muzzle roughly at the rangers hiding behind the barricades, pulled the trigger and fired a volley of bullets.
However, the goddess of luck was obviously not always on his side. After firing this volley, Ke Lan couldn't find where the bullet would hit.
However, from a certain perspective, this was a blessing in disguise. At least the group of rangers did not notice that there was a "militia" shooting at them from behind, which gave Ke Lan a second chance to attack.
Luck is a good thing, but you can't always rely on luck...
"I have to find a way to change weapons..." Ke Lan thought, but the problem was that his position was really awkward - Aidid's militia, Delta and Rangers were all exchanging fire two hundred meters away from Ke Lan. Although it was safe here, he had completely lost the opportunity to "loot".
As for going around to the "Arms Market" to look for equipment, that was even more impossible - not to mention whether the Arms Market had been destroyed by air support firepower, by the time Ke Lan went around, picked out a gun, and then rushed back to the front battlefield, the Olympic Hotel would probably have already been breached from the front by a mixed force of Delta and Rangers.
The firefight had only begun for five minutes, and more than half of the militiamen stationed at the Olympic Hotel had been killed or wounded - and this was only after Ke Lan had managed to mislead the helicopter's landing location and killed two rangers.
"It would be better if those two people were injured instead of killed..."
On the battlefield, the cost-effectiveness of "making the enemy lose its combat capability" is definitely greater than "killing directly". One wounded soldier can drag down at least four to five teammates. They need a military doctor to stop the bleeding from the wound, someone to carry a stretcher to transfer the wounded, and at least two soldiers to escort the stretcher. The remaining teams responsible for providing cover can basically forget about advancing until the wounded are transferred to a safe place.
As long as one American soldier can be injured, the effectiveness of an opposing team on the battlefield can be mostly eliminated in an instant; two wounded soldiers are enough to destroy 90% of the combat effectiveness of the entire team; and if there are more than three wounded soldiers, the team can basically withdraw from the battlefield directly.
The reason why "Operation Irene" was transformed from a surprise arrest operation originally scheduled for less than two hours into a chaotic rescue operation that lasted a whole day and night was that too many wounded soldiers held up the entire team's retreat. The U.S. army was different from Aidid's militia. Whether out of the affection between comrades or the pressure of public opinion, they would not abandon their comrades who were stuck in the quagmire. When the first Black Hawk helicopter crashed, the entire battle situation was actually out of control.
This is a standard "adding fuel to the fire tactic". In more familiar terms, it means "the calabash brothers save their grandfather, and send him off one by one."
According to the current trend, it is estimated that in ten minutes, the defense line of the Olympic Hotel will be breached by the fierce firepower of Delta and Rangers, and it will take at least half an hour for the large militia force to provide support.
"Defend the Olympic Hotel and protect the target person" is Ke Lan's main task. If this task fails, the game will end directly even if he is intact.
The only one who can change the situation of the war is an "outsider" like him.
Ke Lan thought for a moment, then threw the AK47 in his hand to the ground and took off the vest with the spare magazine on it - as long as he had no weapons in his hands, he was not a militiaman, but an "unarmed innocent civilian", and the Delta and Rangers could not shoot at him.
In that era, the United States was not as shameless as it is today. Things like "human rights" and "love and peace" were the core focus of their external propaganda. If the news that the army was wantonly shooting civilians spread, wouldn't that be a slap in their own face?
Although they did this kind of thing many times in the future, at least this action was one of the few "just acts" in the United States' foreign military operations.
Soldiers who claim to be "righteous" should naturally not shoot at civilians. Even if the civilian will pick up an assault rifle from the ground and shoot at them in the next second, the soldiers must never pull the trigger before his fingers actually touch the gun.
The only thing Ke Lan needs to watch out for is the stray bullets running around on the battlefield - especially the bullets that are fired in this direction by those NPC teammates on "his side" who have no accuracy at all using the "faith shooting method".
Although they couldn't even hit an enemy only twenty meters away, no matter how crudely made the AK47 was, it still had an effective range of two hundred meters.
"I hope I won't be so unlucky." Ke Lan took a deep breath, pushed open the door facing the front street, and rushed out like those civilians who fled in panic.
But at this moment, gunshots suddenly rang out behind him!
The shooter was a civilian hiding in the next house - or a militiaman. In Mogadishu, switching between the two identities is as easy as zipping up your pants. In his hand was a black G3A3 automatic rifle, and the bullet that just passed by Ke Lan was shot from this gun.
Ke Lan suddenly remembered a scene in a movie - a black man holding a TV rushed out of a house, and another black man with a gun chased him out and shot him dead. Then he was also shot dead by the rangers who rushed over.
In the chaos, there are always some guys who want to take advantage of the situation and rob others. Obviously, I should be regarded as a robber who broke into someone else's house by this guy.
Ke Lan was too lazy to explain to him. It was useless to explain anyway. Instead, the G3A3 in the other party's hand aroused Ke Lan's thoughts.
Since he was mistaken for a robber by the other party, he might as well be a real robber to avoid being wrongly accused... Anyway, these people are NPCs, and Ke Lan will not feel any guilt if he kills them.
He ducked to avoid the second bullet fired by the opponent, then Ke Lan quickly approached and punched the opponent's abdomen hard with a swinging fist, followed by a knife-like strike to the back of the neck, knocking the man down cleanly and neatly.
Ke Lan picked up the G3A3 dropped by the other party and took a look, and found that this was not a castrated version authorized by a third country, but a German product produced by the Heckler & Koch factory. Although its maintenance condition was not optimistic, it was much better than the AK that Ke Lan had just lost.
"It's like a pillow falls on my doorstep just when I feel sleepy." Ke Lan quickly checked the G3A3 rifle. The casual firepower and sustainability of this thing are not as good as those of fully automatic weapons like AK, but its single-shot power, accuracy, range and reliability are far superior to those of AK which uses 7.62mm intermediate-power bullets. In the old era, many countries' troops even used G3 rifles as precision marksman rifles and sniper rifles after adding high-magnification optical sights to them.
