Four garbage trucks approached the four corners of the White House, blocking both sides of the road. Sensing trouble, the police officers fired at the cabs of the massive metal trucks, but to no avail.
One of the trucks stopped in front of the previously breached fence. With a series of muffled explosions, all six tires were blown apart, and the truck sank sharply, becoming immovable.
"Get back! Get back inside and defend!"
Jack, already sensing trouble, cursed anxiously as he watched Secret Service agents, armed with assault rifles from the armory, file out of the main gate, poised to launch a counterattack.
At a time like this, holding out for five minutes was victory. Why were they so eager to leave their cover and die?
Sometimes, you really don't fear the opponent's cunning and treachery, but rather the cunning and ingenuity of your teammates.
It was clear that no one would listen to the command of this guy in an FBI bulletproof vest. The Secret Service agents, having suffered heavy losses, were eager for revenge.
Seeing that the terrorists who dared to attack the White House had temporarily lost their suppressive firepower due to a few stun grenades, these agents, armed with assault rifles, rushed out one after another like Rambo possessed.
The MG42 general-purpose machine gun used by the German army during World War II earned the nickname "Cloth Ripper" for its distinctive firing sound, while the US military's M2 heavy machine gun was nicknamed "Ma Deuce" (Lao Gan Ma) for its unparalleled reliability.
A heavy machine gun adapted from a water-cooled machine gun from World War I, the M2 "Lao Gan Ma" has been in service in the United States for over a century.
Unlike the MG42's astonishing rate of fire of 1,500 rounds per minute, the M2 "Lao Gan Ma" has a slower rate of fire, only about one-third of the theoretical rate of fire of the MG42.
But the superior hydraulic buffer and large-caliber .50mm ammunition made up for it all, providing a smooth trajectory and exceptional range. The heavy barrel even allowed for sniping.
The terrorists attacking from the southern oval lawn remained motionless after being hit by several stun grenades thrown by Jack. On the northern lawn, unseen by Jack, the terrorists approaching the doorway all lay down after a few shouts.
As the modified side doors of four garbage trucks opened, the black muzzles of the M2 "Lao Gan Ma" rifles were trained on the Secret Service agents preparing to launch a counterattack.
In the next second, blood and flesh flew
everywhere. Amidst the rhythmic crackle of gunfire, the four heavy machine guns mounted on their firing racks carved out a series of "death fan" patterns.
Tracer bullets caught in the ammunition belts clearly indicated the trajectory and impact point of the bullets. The powerful .50mm BMG rounds instantly wiped out every standing Secret Service agent within range.
As the heavy machine gun's muzzle slightly adjusted, even the agents hiding behind the windowsills, firing outward, were not spared. Bullets easily penetrated the flimsy concrete walls, scattering the bodies hidden behind them into a bloody mess.
Even Jack, hiding beneath the Roman column's base, was not spared. A bullet, ricocheting off the walls and steps, evaded his bulletproof vest at a treacherous angle, piercing his abdomen, mashing his internal organs before blasting out through a hole in his lower back. Jack,
already crouching with his head in his hands, felt a slight numbness in his abdomen, followed by a sharp pain, as if a red-hot iron skewer had been thrust into his body.
The shallow concrete walls were no match for the .50 heavy machine gun, nor were the reinforced doors on either side of the police car's cab. The first wave of officers arriving for support were almost instantly wiped out by the heavy machine gun's direct fire.
Jack leaned against the stone pier, more than half a man's height, and peered into the white house. He saw that the Secret Service agents, who had once outnumbered him, were now reduced to a few scattered, hiding behind the hall's pillars, like him, afraid to look up.
Using a healing spell to heal his wounds, Jack clutched his aching head and was about to take advantage of the pause in heavy machine gun fire to rush into the white house when a .40mm
rocket whistled past him, a trail of white smoke trailing through his head. The rocket easily shattered the fragile glass of the main door and exploded in the hall, its shockwave carrying deadly fragments that recklessly plundered the already scarce lives.
Jack turned to look at his side. The burly white agent had collapsed to the ground, his right arm severed at the shoulder.
He also had a gunshot wound in his chest and was still gushing blood. Seeing Jack looking at him, he trembled and removed the badge on his suit pocket with his left hand, as if trying to pass it to him.
But his hand only reached halfway before it gave way, the golden five-pointed star emblem slipping from his palm.
Jack picked it up and stuffed it into his pocket, then closed his eyes with his hand and sighed inwardly.
Not far behind him, the terrorists' cries of "Attack!" could be heard. Jack pulled out his last stun grenade and hurled it overhead. Under cover of the glare and noise, he ducked over the corpses and rushed into the White House. An
AGM
-114 Hellfire anti-tank missile, fired from an OH-58D Giowa armed reconnaissance helicopter, accurately struck a garbage truck blocking the intersection.
Immediately afterwards, a MATV mine-resistant vehicle and an M1117 Guardian wheeled armored vehicle slowly advanced, pushing the burning wreckage to the side of the road, allowing the Humvee and armored personnel carrier following closely behind to pass.
Sniper teams rushed to the rooftops of the administrative buildings on either side of the White House, setting up their rifles. Stryker armored vehicles equipped with automatic weapon stations and armored Humvees stopped at the intersection, their guns pointed outward.
Nearby, a National Guard M1A1 Abrams main battle tank slowly turned its turret and pointed its gun toward the White House.
The sun was about to set, and the crimson glow of the evening sky cast a blood-red halo over the battlefield-like scene before them.
Faint plumes of smoke could still be seen across the city, and flames still blazed
from Capitol Hill not far away. Military engineers were assisting firefighters, who had rushed in from other cities in Maryland, to put out the blaze, but rescue efforts were clearly stalled until the jet fuel was exhausted.
"Get out of the way!" Aubrey leaned halfway out the car window and waved vigorously at the news reporters blocking the road.
Jubal, with a sullen expression, carefully steered the vehicle. Guided by two National Guard soldiers, he drove the massive command vehicle into the national park and finally parked it on the lawn.
As the command vehicle slowly unfolded its two side compartments, Dana Moger impatiently disembarked, leading Hannah, Jiejie, and the others to a newly erected tent.
"Dana!" Rossi emerged from the tent at that moment. After hugging Dana Moger, they both shared the same wry smile.
(End of Chapter)