Although Wu Liang issued a warning to several guys standing beside him in time, Wu Liang's shouts did not spread too far in the dense gunshots, and there were still people with poor sight who could not hide in time, and casualties inevitably appeared!

The two rockets that came in despair were not accurate, one of them flew far past the forward base at a too large angle, and plunged into an office building in the distance, and the other was a resentment of some people, dragging the white smoke in a gust of wind to draw a very irregular arc, and plunged headlong into the first deck of the sightseeing boat.

How could the aluminum alloy sheet with a thickness of only 1.5 cm withstand the huge power generated by the explosion of the RPG-7 rocket, and it was directly blown out of an irregular hole, and the metal fragments scattered into the ship and the anti-personnel fragments generated by the rocket itself formed a small piece of deadly metal storm, enveloping several action team members who found the rockets that were getting closer and closer around and did not have time to dodge, bringing a bloody storm and rain.

Seeing that the rocket hit the sightseeing boat with a strange arc, Wu Liang ran to the bow of the boat at the risk of being hit by a stray bullet, leaned out and looked at the sightseeing boat. Looking at the tabletop-sized holes and the apparently messy second deck, you know that this damn rocket must have caused casualties.

"Medics ......! Medical personnel are needed on the sightseeing boat, so bring plasma and medical equipment and hurry over to save people! Don't be stunned for the rest, PKM shooters will stare those two fishing boats for me, and then let the rockets fly out and I'll throw you into the sea to wake up! "The facilities on the sightseeing boat are limited and there is no condition to store plasma, and there are only two emergency medical boxes on each floor, so the casualties caused by the explosion will definitely not be able to deal with it, Wu Liang, who knows this, quickly called a few guys around him and asked them to go to the cold storage to get more plasma and rush to the sightseeing boat with the medical staff to participate in the rescue.

Under Wu Liang's order, two PKM light machine guns respectively carried out meticulous "special care" for the two fishing boats that fired rockets, and the 7.62 mm full-power bullets hit the thin hull of the fishing boats, and the armed men who were originally standing on the deck could not escape the fate of being beaten even if they hid behind the hull.

The two machine gunners emptied the three 100-round magazines carried by the co-shooter, and the two high-firing PKMs did not stop until the barrels were hot and the target was on fire.

The two small fishing boats began to slow down slowly less than 100 meters away from the freighter, and 300 rounds of 7.62mm machine gun shells with bottom edges, coupled with hundreds or even thousands of 5.56x45NATO standard rifle rounds, knocked the two small fishing boats with a tonnage of no more than 40 tons to the ground, and the fuel leaking from the cockpit was ignited by electric sparks.

With the exception of the fishing boats, which were smashed into colandlands or turned into floating torches, the only hostile target that could move on the surface was the one that was the first to flee when the situation was bad. For this kind of scumbag who wants to run away after slapping himself, Wu Liangke was not generous enough to let him escape, and climbed to the top floor of the stern cockpit of the freighter with his fastest speed, took out the Milan anti-tank missile launcher and shot it out without thinking about it.

Leaned back by the huge recoil force of the missile launch, Wu Liang sat on the roof of the cockpit full of cables, and the back of his hand was hung with a long hole in the sharp metal burrs on the signal antenna, and blood gushed out!

Not caring about his bleeding wound, Wu Liang looked at the sea in the distance and wanted to get out of the breakwater and made a big arc, and he had already run close to one nautical mile (one nautical mile is equal to 1852 meters, the range of the Milan anti-tank missile is 2000 meters, and the target is close to the limit range!). The little fishing boat, which was still desperately accelerating, silently said, "Don't let me down, you must hit!" ”

Flying with an orange-red tail flame for a few seconds, the Milan anti-tank missile with infrared guidance did not disappoint Wu Liang, almost at the range threshold limit distance, and narrowly hit the small fishing boat that had been hiding in the blind spot of the breakwater, and the high-explosive warhead weighing nearly three kilograms directly completely smashed the small fishing boat weighing more than 40 tons, and the superstructure was completely leveled, and the militants on the ship had only a dead end except to jump into the sea in advance.

As the last fireworks rose from outside the breakwater, the small port of the sixth Odaiba was calm again, and only the dull moans of the wounded operatives and the crackling of burning flames could be heard from time to time on the sea.

This was the end of this headless conflict, except for a group of militants who sent thousands of miles to send heads, leaving Wu Liangde with only a mess of camps and an unknown number of wounded. Of course, such a big commotion must also be indispensable to a large group of dead bodies who came to join in the fun, as evidenced by the gunshots that rang out from time to time in the rear of the camp.

Standing at the highest point of the freighter and seeing a large fireball rising from the sea in the distance, Wu Liang put away the canister with satisfaction, took out the radio and cleared the messy channel with two words, raised the alert level of the forward base, and arranged for the members of the garrison to be divided into four groups of two hours in shifts. The action team was not idle, and sent three squadrons of a total of 120 people to go out to sea in more than a dozen lifeboats to look for clues, to see where these guys who ate leopards and dared to sneak attack themselves were sacred.

The remaining two squadrons of the action team were a little more miserable, and the third and fourth squadrons were accidentally hit by rockets on the sightseeing boat, and the three and fourth squadrons were mixed into one team, and the cabin was relatively densely populated, so the situation was very bad. Despite the efforts of more than a dozen paramedics, three members of the team who were hit head-on stopped breathing, and four seriously injured people who were hit by shrapnel or stray bullets in their torsos required emergency evacuation. The condition of the seven lightly injured people who were injured in the limbs was relatively better, and the shrapnel had been basically cleaned and the bleeding had been stopped, and the injuries were temporarily stabilized.

This is the first time that there have been personnel losses since the establishment of the action team, and it is actually caused by a sneak attack by the same kind, which is really disappointing, and the morale of the team is inevitably a little low, especially the comrades in the third and fourth squadrons who have been with the deceased day and night for half a year are even more angry and about to riot, and the killing intent in the hearts of a group of people is about to condense into a substance.