Chapter 605: It's a pity that there are no heavy machine guns! (Page 1/1)

"Lao Zhang, you are responsible for managing and distributing weapons, give you 5 five minutes, after five minutes I will see everyone complete the combat preparations, I will return to the bridge to command, and the order will be transmitted by the ship's cable broadcasting system, No. 3, follow me."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The answers of the ground crew squadron leader Zhang Ziyun and Lychee came out one after another.

As the current supreme military commander of the Cangyun, Fugu cannot stay here for long, and must return to the highest position of the bridge to observe the enemy's movements, and command through the ship's on-board broadcast system.

The other side can carry out a strong electromagnetic attack, jamming and suppressing satellite and radio communications, causing the Cangyun to cut off contact with the outside world, but there is no way to interrupt the ship's on-board cable broadcasting system.

The source of the ship's on-board cable broadcasting system is located on the bridge.

Command orders, thus conveyed.

"Luo Yuan, you lead the first group into the container to get the Ninety-Five, and ask for one gun per person, Juan, you lead the second group to carry ammunition and combat equipment, and distribute the ammunition according to one base per person, and everyone immediately line up to receive weapons."

With the rapid departure of Fugu and Lychee, Zhang Ziyun, the leader of the ground support squadron who received the task, after a brief thought, issued various orders in an orderly manner, and arranged for the two leaders of the first and second teams to start the work on the distribution of weapons and ammunition.

Nowadays, time is urgent, and there is no room for waste.

The four speedboats loaded with militants approached the Cangyun at high speed, leaving little time for the instructor team and all the officers and men to react to the early warning.

If the task of distributing weapons and ammunition is not completed within five minutes, there is no talk of establishing a first line of defense.

In fact, if it weren't for the four speedboats that Zhou Hai and Lychee chatted about and watched the scenery after dinner, and hid in the sunlight in advance, the Cangyun would not have been able to react at all, and it would not even have had time to activate the reserve weapon box.

"Yes!"

The neat and loud answer fell, and all the members of the assembled ground service squadron moved when they heard the sound, carried out the order, entered the extra-large weapon box in an orderly manner, took the weapons as quickly as possible, lifted the supporting ammunition and combat equipment out of the narrow space, and distributed them to the other fighters and crew members of the ground support squadron for combat preparation.

Although the officers and men of the ground service squadron are mainly engaged in repairing aircraft in peacetime, focusing on high-precision technology, they are still soldiers, and have undergone complete recruit training and basic tactical training, and can also be equipped with weapons and put into battle in an emergency.

Technical soldiers, also soldiers!

The crew of the Cangyun, who has been running sea transportation all year round, has already received basic military training in accordance with relevant regulations and requirements due to Somali pirates and maritime threats, and has a certain degree of basic combat standards.

Don't ask for a lot of power, just use it.

Outside the red reserve weapons container, more than 30 people from the ground support squadron and 12 crew members of the Cangyun lined up in an orderly manner, and the intense and busy weapons distribution work was underway.

Thanks to Zhang Ziyun's arrangement, coupled with the looming danger, the efficiency of the distribution work is extremely fast.

Each person was issued with a full set of combat armor and a Type 95 automatic rifle, as well as an ammunition base of approximately 300 rounds of 5.8 mm ammunition.

Five minutes later, all men were armed and ready for battle.

Each person wears a jungle camouflage-colored tactical vest, a high-performance body armor on his chest, a standard jungle military tactical helmet, a brand-new Type 95 automatic rifle, eight magazines on his waist, grenades, stun bombs, smoke bombs and other individual throwing weapons are all equipped, placed in the corresponding parts of the tactical vest, and his feet wear Type 07 tactical military boots.

In addition, there are two young mechanics in the team, equipped with the latest domestic fourth-generation Qianwei-18 portable anti-aircraft missiles to prevent possible air threats.

The Qianwei-18 man-portable anti-aircraft missile has a maximum launch altitude of 4,000 meters, an effective launch height of 2,500 meters, a minimum launch height of 10 meters, a flight overload of 18G, a flight speed of Mach 2, and attacks attack aircraft, UAVs and helicopters with slower speeds at low and ultra-low altitudes.

The enemy seems to be a pirate, but in fact, everyone understands that the other party is not a modern pirate who only wants money like a straw bag, but an enemy with an unknown identity.

The identity is unknown, which means that the opponent's combat effectiveness and equipment and weapons are all unknown, and the situation must be imagined to the worst outcome.

The quadcopter suicide drone that was blown up by Zhou Hai in the air a few minutes ago is a typical example.

Who can guarantee that no fighter jets and helicopters will appear next?

After completing the combat preparations, all the officers and men assembled in the formation, led by Zhang Ziyun, quickly left the center area of the cargo hold in accordance with the orders and arrangements issued by Fugu before, and went to the bow deck, stern, and left and right side areas of the ship respectively, and established the first line of defense according to the defensive bunkers.

Of these, five were left in reserve and tasked with guarding the bridge.

"Weapon boxes, individual anti-aircraft missiles and a large number of weapons and ammunition, really well hidden...... Uh, Four, what are you doing with so many bullets? ”

After the ground service squadron and the crew left, Shui Lian, who was quick with his hands and feet, put on his helmet, checked with a Type 95 automatic rifle, and let out an exclamation, and glanced at Zhou Hai, realizing that something was wrong with the picture, and was stunned, with a ghostly expression.

Bullet!

Zero this guy is crazy about racing bullets, the number is far more than one ammunition base, and the water lotus eyelids are jumping straight when he sees it.

So many bullets, isn't it heavy?

"Can you still do it now? I like to take more bullets. ”

Zhou Hai glanced at Shuilian, put three standard base 5.8mm bullets into his backpack, picked up a cold Type 95 automatic rifle that exuded a faint smell of gun oil, skillfully opened the safety load, and pulled the trigger.

The situation is urgent, time is precious, and he has no spare time to fight with Shuilian.

In urgent and special danger situations, there is no fixed limit on ammunition, and the number of bullets that can be held is up to the individual.

The three base 5.8 mm bullets, numbering 900 rounds, weighed about 21 kilograms, which was as light as a feather for Zhou Hai, and it was not beyond the scope of ordinary people.

"Click!"

The empty gun was fired, and a crisp and slight sound was heard, and the internal structure of the launcher and the firearm was functioning normally.

The weapon is normal, the magazine is full of bullets, the safety is turned off.

"It's a pity that there are no heavy machine guns and sniper rifles, not even a red dot mirror and a shimmer mirror, forget it, I'll go to the deck first."

A few seconds later, after quickly and quickly finishing all this, Zhou Hai, who was wearing a tactical helmet, shook his head, a little disappointed, wearing a standard tactical vest and body armor produced by the army, with a straight back, a combat backpack weighing about 40 kilograms, and a familiar killing weapon in both hands, leaving the cargo hold weapon box.

“……”

After hearing these words, Shuilian picked her eyelids and resisted the urge to scold her mother.

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