My Wife is Actually a top-tier Soldier King?!-Chapter 1113 - 1048: Firepower is Justice!
Ferocious firing rate!
Blistering bullet streams!
A multi-barrel Gatling gun mounted at the airplane’s hatch was spewing fire.
With an astounding rate of thousands of rounds per minute, bullets were showered onto the vehicles of the armed militants.
At the hatch, golden bullet casings cascaded like a stream, tinkling as they fell.
From a distance,
it looked as if flames were spewing from the aircraft, forming a thin line of fire that wildly sliced through those vehicles.
The searing bullet streams were more ferocious than a Laser Knife, more frenzied than a high-pressure water jet.
Wherever it swept, the flesh and blood bodies of the armed militants were directly turned into mincemeat.
Even welded steel plates, and armed pickups enhanced with various protective measures, under this fierce attack, were rapidly riddled with holes and exploded thunderously.
Insane strafing!
Wanton harvesting!
On the battlefield, firepower is justice!
And this seemingly inconspicuous small plane entered the fray suddenly.
Under the mad sweep of this Gatling gun, although the results weren’t significant, it greatly boosted the confidence of Tang Xiao and others, who were trapped and struggling to hold on.
To those militants who were attacking, it also delivered substantial psychological pressure, letting them know that these twenty-odd people surrounded were not without support.
Not only that,
the pilot of this plane was also incredibly bold.
Showing no fear of being strafed by militants from the air, after a sharp turn with a small radius, they flew at ultra-low altitude toward the defensive position.
Supplies were thrown out from the hatch.
Under the effects of inertia and gravity, these supplies accurately landed within the defense position.
After making a round, another wave of supplies was airdropped.
By the time some militants realized and raised their guns to fire, the plane had already flown far away.
Edison and Pakolin immediately had people retrieve the airdrops.
To protect Tang Xiao and earn their fee, and even more so to save their lives, the twelve mercenaries had given it their all in the previous battle.
This desperate defense naturally led to a rapid consumption of ammunition.
Mercenaries, frequenting battlefields, each had a ’fear of insufficient firepower’.
What on the battlefield can save your life the most?
Exquisite tactics? Decent good luck?
Of course, plenty of ammunition.
Of course.
They didn’t rush over en masse but covered for each other alternately, quickly dragging the supply crates behind cover.
To avoid being blown to bits by militants firing grenades or rockets.
The supply crates mostly contained weapons and ammunition, but there were also supplies of water, high-calorie chocolate, medical gauze, and the like.
Though it was cold and hungry at night, who would care about eating when trapped and surrounded?
To stay alive, they kept fighting, their bodies in a state of extreme excitement.
Weapons and ammunition were the most reassuring.
Now,
after opening the supply crates, magazines flew around the position quickly.
Previously running low on ammo, they dared not burst fire, resorting only to single shots.
Now it was different.
Da-da-da-da... firing several clips without feeling any pain.
But wild firing is what rookies do; even with resupplied ammunition, they couldn’t lose their heads. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
Furthermore, this airdrop didn’t bring heavy weapons.
There were a few light machine guns and many drum magazines. Now, they had to be used for fire suppression.
Wherever there were more people, they would sweep; whoever fired grenades or rockets would be taken out. In any case, ammunition couldn’t be wasted!
Meanwhile, on the single-engine turboprop light plane flying into the distance,
Wu Jie did not control the plane to return to Xikelse.
His own wife, Tang Xiao, was still trapped; despite the Aggregated State Combat Robot secretly protecting her, she was still at risk. Why return?
Once away from the battlefield, Wu Jie used the terrain radar to pick a relatively flat area for a forced landing.
The light plane, with its light weight, was much like the propeller planes from World War II, capable of short takeoffs and landings as long as the ground was flat enough.
However, landing in this desert might mean never taking off again, as it’s easy to get stuck in the sand.
But what does one plane matter?
Tang Xiao and the others trapped in the encirclement urgently needed fire support.
So...
After Wu Jie made a forced landing, Hu Anbiao and the others who came along quickly divided the work.
Some were responsible for alerting the perimeter, others for transporting ammunition, and setting up mortars.
The mortar, an ancient and classic weapon, has been developed for over a hundred years and stands the test of time.
Portable, quick to assemble, muzzle-loaded, and with a high rate of fire...
The mortar, with its many advantages in one, is a great asset able to be quickly transported and provide near support at short range - how could it not be brought along for the rescue?
Very soon,
the first adjustment shell was fired.
With a loud bang, the sound was loud and the flare bright, though the killing power was not great.
It was mainly to conveniently observe the landing point, and then adjust the firing parameters.
After a slight adjustment,
working in pairs, six people with three mortars, began to fire rapidly.
Mortar firing rates used to not be too fast because the barrels would easily deform from the heat.
But now, made with lightweight alloys, firing 40 rounds a minute is not a problem.
Bang bang bang bang...
With crisp thuds, round after round of shells were continuously stuffed into the barrels.
The smoke from one shell had not cleared before another was loaded.
Each mortar aimed at a different direction.
There was no need for meticulous adjustment of the firing parameters, as each shot’s recoil would shift the barrel’s position.
