Two hundred and eighteenth battle at the top of the Forbidden City III
When Long Yuanquan appeared in front of everyone again, this sentence flashed in the minds of the special forces, "Time is a butcher's knife."
Seeing Long Yuanquan's haggard face, Wang Chaoyang felt that this was simply a model of growing old overnight.
"Holy shit, what's wrong with you," Ye Qinghun asked.
At this time, Long Yuanquan's hair was sparse, his eyes were dark, his lips were white and cracked, and his face looked tired.
"It's okay, I stayed up all night," Long Yuanquan said weakly.
"Where's Luo Xuan?"
"Already asleep,"
At this time, in the rooms of Long Yuanquan and Luo Xuan, the floor and tables were covered with archive papers, all mixed together. If the director of the archives had seen them, he would have killed Long Yuanquan and Luo Xuan with his bare hands.
Luo Xuan was lying on the sofa and fast asleep, with no intention of waking up.
In fact, he just fell asleep.
Long Yuanquan was still doing the last few steps of work when Luo Xuan suddenly fell on the sofa and started snoring.
"I marked a few points on the map, which floor each point is on, and which room I marked. If you all run, I won't go with you. I'm going to sleep. Remember to take pictures for me. ," Long Yuanquan said.
"Okay, please rest, the others are ready to go," Wang Chaoyang said after taking the map.
The special forces immediately contacted Lam and prepared to go.
There are a total of six points marked on Longyuanquan on the map, the nearest point is about 900 meters, and the other points are basically within the range of 1000 to 1200 meters.
"By the way, do you have the detailed information on HD3?" Wang Chaoyang said to Li Jialing.
"I downloaded a copy, do you want to read it?"
"pass it to me,"
"good,"
The special forces soon appeared in Tiananmen Square again and walked directly towards the positions set by Long Yuanquan.
"The HD3 remote control weapon station requires a tripod base, so it should not be small in size, and it should be used indoors, so it must be controlled by wires, so everyone should pay attention to whether there are any traces on the ground,"
Wang Chaoyang said to Li Jialing and Lin Xue as he went upstairs.
The special forces quickly divided their troops into several groups to check out several sniper points.
When he went upstairs, Wang Chaoyang pulled out his pistol.
Just this morning, Lam issued a general pass to each of the special forces, which can exclude any other security areas except Tiananmen Gate Tower.
This is an ordinary house, eleven stories high.
The three special forces searched and quietly went upstairs, always maintaining alternating cover, alert to every corner where enemies might appear.
Because it was a sensitive period, the MP5 submachine guns of the three people had been equipped with silencers.
The MP5 submachine gun is the culmination of countless efforts to perfectly combine reliability, controllability and firepower. Many subsequent firearm designs use it as a reference standard.
MP5 has appeared in countless movies recently. It does not have easy-to-remember names such as "UZI", "Tec9", "MAC10" and other guns that are regarded as devils by newspapers and some politicians, but it still makes people tremble with fear. Trembling, fearing to avoid it, criminals on the street generally don't know the original name of the gun when it was designed. What's interesting is that when you put an MP5 against a Tec9 and let the criminal choose, he tends to choose Tec.
The performance of the MP5 is superior, especially its shooting accuracy is quite high. This is because the MP5 uses the same semi-free bolt action and roller locking method as the G3 rifle. When the weapon is in the cocking state and before the body is retracted into position, the locking wedge The iron locking bevel pushes the two rollers outward, causing them to snap into the locking groove of the barrel sleeve, and the bolt locks the cartridge chamber. After shooting, under the action of gunpowder gas, the cartridge case pushes the machine head back. Once the roller is completely out of the slot, the two parts of the bolt recoil together, and the cartridge case is not ejected from the ejection window on the right side of the gun until it hits the ejection lever. Due to the bolt mechanism of the MP5, the gun needs to be moved when loading. The machine needs to be reset quickly, otherwise it will be easy to fail to return it to the correct position. Therefore, the standard operation method of the MP5 is to first clamp the charging handle to the end of the charging handle slot. After installing the magazine, pat down the charging handle with your hand to release the bolt. It resets under the push of the recoil spring. This operation method is a characteristic of the MP5, so we can see this cool shot of "slapping the charging handle" hard in some documentaries or film and television works.
According to someone who fired this type of gun for the first time, the recoil of the MP5's bursts is extremely low. It is not a problem to shoot with one hand. There is almost no feeling when the butt is on the shoulder. 3 to 4 short bursts of fire can all be fired in one place. Inside the hole (20 meters away), if you shoot a long burst, the muzzle will always move to the upper right about 2 o'clock after the 3rd and 4th shot, and it is not easy to pull it back. If it is a long burst of more than 7 to 10 rounds, In the end, I felt obviously out of control, and the bullets behind would miss the target to the upper right, and I had to stop and re-aim the target and fire again, but overall it was easier to control than the 5.56. He believed that in actual combat, 3 to 4 rounds would be short. Burst firing can hit people, but if you continue to hold the trigger, it will be a waste of bullets (This is his first time firing a repeating weapon. If he is a person who often trains a lot, he may be able to control the long burst firing. get better).
On October 17, 1977, GSG9 used the MP5 in an anti-hijacking operation at the Mogadisca Airport. Four terrorists were all hit by the MP5. Three died immediately and one was seriously injured. The hostages were rescued. The MP5 was at close range. The hit accuracy has been proven. Since then, police in various states in Germany have been equipped with MP5. Foreign police, military, especially special forces have noticed the high hit accuracy of MP5, so exports have gradually increased.
High precision, low recoil, and short, sharp gunshots have become the standard weapon chosen by special forces from various countries for urban anti-terrorist operations.
Although our country has also developed many submachine guns with excellent performance, the classic one is the Type 56 submachine gun, but this gun is not particularly suitable for today's combat needs. There is also a domestic submachine gun whose data is comparable to the MP5 05 submachine gun, but considering the ammunition supply, "Evil Spirit" did not choose this gun, but chose the MP5.
Moreover, the Chinese symbol of the Type 05 submachine gun is too heavy, and the appearance and structure are very similar to the Type 95 assault rifle, making it obvious that it is a Chinese weapon. This is also very disadvantageous for the "evil spirits" who need to keep their identities secret when fighting abroad. a little bit.
The three men holding guns slowly reached the door of the room Long Yuanquan chose.
"Break the door," Wang Chaoyang said, leaning on the wall to the left of the door.
Li Jialing immediately came to the right and stood against the wall.
Lin Xue stood facing the door and hid the gun behind his back.
Because they did not carry shotguns, facing the security door, the special forces had no good way to break down the door directly with force.
Wang Chaoyang rang the doorbell.
"Who is it?" A man's voice came from the door.
"The street office requires you to fill in some information. Please open the door," Lin Xue said loudly.
Because she was wearing casual clothes, Lin Xue looked like a gentle and quiet girl from the front after hiding the gun behind her back.
"alright, please wait,"
Then the door lock clicked lightly and the door opened from the inside.
When the door had just opened a crack, Wang Chaoyang reached out to hold the door leaf, and then suddenly pulled the door open toward him.
Li Jialing rushed in and put a pistol to the head of the man who opened the door, holding him against the wall of the porch. He opened the passage behind him and let Lin Xue, who had picked up a submachine gun, rush in.
Wang Chaoyang followed up and rushed in.
"Who are you," the man asked bravely.
"Special Forces," Li Jialing said and pulled him into the living room.
At this time, Wang Chaoyang and Lin Xue had already taken control of the living room. It looked like an ordinary house for a young couple.
"ID card," Wang Chaoyang asked Lin Xue to guard the locked bedroom door, then turned around and motioned to Li Jialing to let go of the man.
The man took out his ID card from his wallet and handed it into Wang Chaoyang's hand.
Wang Chaoyang looked at the ID card, compared the man's photo with the photo on the ID card, and then returned the ID card to him.
"Who are you,"
"I'm sorry, we are the Chinese Army's special forces and we are performing National Day security missions," Wang Chaoyang said after saluting him.
"We are law-abiding citizens,"
"We are here to confirm this, in this room,"
"Oh, it's my wife, she's angry with me,"
"Can we go in and have a look? We need to see the balcony inside. Please cooperate with our mission,"
"The door is locked from the inside,"
"Someone will compensate you for your losses," Wang Chaoyang said, walking to the door and kicking it open.
At this time, several agents also came to the door of this residential unit and walked in.
As soon as Wang Chaoyang kicked the door open, Lin Xue rushed in with a submachine gun.
"Hey, you can't..." The man rushed over immediately.
"ah,"
As soon as Lin Xue rushed into the room, she heard a girl in the room exclaim, and a lot of white things she was holding fell to the floor.
Obviously, the girl was stunned and stunned.
Wang Chaoyang came in immediately and saw paper planes all over the ground.
Lin Xue knelt down and picked up a paper airplane. At this time, the man and the agents following him all arrived at the bedroom door.
"What's going on?" Wang Chaoyang glanced at other corners of the room.
"Um, everyone, this... this... when my wife and I have conflicts, she likes to write her grievances on paper, fold them into paper airplanes and throw them out of the window." The man walked over and picked up all the airplanes on the ground, and then Put it into my wife's hand.
"Haha, be nice to my sister-in-law," Lin Xue refolded the paper airplane in her hand and returned it to the man.
The man held the paper airplane in his hand and thought for a long time, then hugged the hostess tightly.
"Baby, I was wrong," the man said to the woman.
The girl was already crying so hard.
"Take pictures and leave," Wang Chaoyang said to Lin Xue.
Obviously none of these outsiders should stay here for one more minute at this time.
Lin Xue took out her camera and went to the balcony to take a photo of Tiananmen Square and then came back.
The special forces and agents retreated to the living room.
"You guys wrap up, we'll evacuate first, and remember to pay for the door locks for others," Wang Chaoyang said to the agents.
"Don't worry, you can go," the agent said.
"Let's go," Wang Chaoyang said, leading Lin Xue and Li Jialing.
The three people went downstairs and then arrived at the meeting point to wait for the other groups to come back.
Forty minutes had passed when the other groups came back, but they all found nothing, either in public places or residential buildings.
"What should I do?" **Long asked.
"Go to Lam to verify and eliminate as many residential buildings as possible. Today is only the 29th, so it is not the most critical time. It is best for Lam to find Kararov's whereabouts," Wang Chaoyang said,