In terms of actual shooting accuracy, the users and the Russian soldiers who were learning together were mainly members of the special forces of the signal flag. Comprehensive evaluations believe that within 300 meters, especially the firefighting distance of about 150 meters as most people say, and in the complex environment of the city's tough battle, the accuracy and penetration of the AK-105 are completely sufficient. Although the lethality has slightly decreased, the lethality is no different from other firearms when the enemy is not protected; when the enemy has protection, the lethality is higher than the 9mm submachine gun and the AKS-74U (when it can penetrate the protection). As for comparison with AS VAL, there is no relevant record yet, but according to the view of signal flag and some veterans who have been to Chechnya and have used the giant waves: in that distance and environment, there is really no need to compare who is higher and who is lower.
In terms of versatility, AK-105 has the same barrel, watch ruler and the parts in front of the guardrail, and the rest of the AK-105 are completely universal to the 74. Some users even think that the watch ruler does not need to be changed.
Its receiver cover has no reinforcement and is universal to AK-47. Although several batches of guns of AK-104 use AK-74's receiver covers, AK-105 is not. So if you find that some AK-105s contain AK-74's receiver covers, they are either modified by themselves or just toys.
In terms of scopes, AK-105 is the same as AK-74. However, most special forces like to use red dot mirrors, and not all of them are large and heavy domestic Kobras. Many of them are imported, such as EOTech, Aimpoint Micro, etc. Although EOTech has increased the aiming baseline a lot, users basically have no complaints. The aiming baseline of Aimpoint Micro only increases the height of the two index fingers (almost a thumb for the Russians), and can easily shoot with cheeks in any posture. Although EOTech has good performance, it is large in size, so veterans will try their best to requisition all Aimpoint Micro, and the remaining EOTech is used for recruits.
Interestingly, Russia's sufficiently funded special forces, the reorganized signal flag, and the presidential guard of the Franchise Republic with unstable situations have all replaced AK-105. These troops have transferred AKS-74U into reserve and used AK-74M with Julang and AK-105. These are all troops that often exchange fire on the front line. AK-105 can be recognized by the picky special forces and the rigorous presidential guard, which is enough to prove its outstanding performance in actual combat.
Hiding in the dark night
The city seems to be whipped hard by the years, and it is a dilapidated scene. The low houses are crowded together in a mess, mostly one or two floors of cheap houses, with mottled exterior walls, like wrinkled faces, telling endless vicissitudes. The narrow streets are full of debris, old furniture, broken boxes, and abandoned daily necessities, which squeezes the originally not-so-spacious roads even more cramped. Pedestrians have to be careful when passing by, and if they are not careful, they will trip over.
This chaotic environment provided convenience for Nuowen's actions, and the miscellaneous things became natural cover. He wore dark clothes and his figure appeared in the miscellaneous things, taking every step very carefully, like a cheetah sneaking in the dark, always alerting to the movements around him.
Noisy sounds came from time to time around. Although I couldn't understand what they were saying, from the fierce and anxious tone, Nuowen could clearly feel that those militants were coming to chase them. Every sound was like a sharp knife, slashing through his tense nerves.
Nuowen walked forward slowly, his steps light and cautious, and his eyes kept scanning the surroundings. Just as he walked less than 20 meters and arrived at a corner, he subconsciously slowed down and almost held his breath. At this moment, a burst of footsteps and talking suddenly came from the opposite side. His heart tightened suddenly, and his body was pressed against the corner of the wall in an instant, and he didn't dare to let out his breath.
Several militants were seen running out of the other end with guns in hand and walking towards the other side. Their footsteps were particularly harsh on the quiet streets, and each one seemed to step on Nuowen's heart. Nuowen was tightly pressed against the corner of the wall, his body almost integrated with the wall, and his eyes stared at the militants, until their figures completely disappeared from sight, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
After all the militants left, Nuowen leaned out from the corner again, holding the AK105 tightly in his hand, maintaining a high alert state. He put the gun in front of his chest and gently placed his finger on the trigger. He was careful every step he took, as if the ground under his feet would explode at any time. Every time he passed an intersection or corner, he would quickly make tactical cuts of the gun, and quickly scan the surroundings, not letting go of any corner that might hide danger.
In this way, Nuowen successfully avoided two waves of militants with his prudence and agility. About five minutes later, he came to a house that had collapsed halfway and continued to move forward along the green house with faded coating on the surface. Suddenly, a noisy voice came from the front. He immediately stopped and squatted slightly, like a beast about to prey.
Nuowen touched forward carefully, trying not to make any sounds every step he took. He came to a place where he could observe the situation ahead, and nodded slightly. He looked at it and suddenly felt cold on his back. He saw a large group of militants gathered on the road ahead. It was roughly estimated that there were at least a dozen. They were standing in the middle of the road with weapons in their arms, with a serious expression, as if they had received some important orders.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The enemy is gathering, and my road is blocked." Nuowen lowered his voice and reported to his companions through the communication equipment. Then, he quickly changed direction and continued to move forward.
Soon, Nuowen came to a small alley that was only one meter wide. On both sides of the alley were towering houses, which squeezed the sky into a narrow gap, making it dark inside and a gloomy breath. Nuowen took a deep breath, held the gun in his hand, and walked into the alley carefully.
His steps seemed particularly heavy in the darkness, and each step was on the thick dust, making a slight rustling sound. His eyes tried hard to adapt to the darkness and observed the surroundings vigilantly. When he walked to the middle of the alley, a militant suddenly walked in from the opposite exit.
The militant obviously did not expect to meet someone here. He was startled and his body instinctively took a step back. The gun in his hand was not loaded, and the muzzle drooped weakly. Nuowen's reaction was as fast as lightning. The moment he saw the militant, his muzzle was locked firmly on the other party's head.
"Put down your weapon and put down your gun." Nuowen lowered his voice and threatened the other party in a cold tone. He did not dare to make too loud noises, for fear of alarming other militants nearby. At this moment, his heartbeat accelerated rapidly, but his eyes were extremely firm, and his fingers were tightly pressed on the trigger. As long as the other party had any abnormal movement, he would shoot without hesitation.
The militants were also scared. His hands were trembling slightly, his eyes staring at Nuowen's black muzzle, and he did not dare to act rashly. He knew very well that as long as he was not careful, he would die immediately.
Just when the two sides were in a stalemate and the atmosphere was extremely tense, a pair of powerful hands suddenly stretched out to the right of the exit. These hands locked the militant's neck with extremely flexible and fast movements, and then quickly pulled him aside.
When Nuowen saw that it was his own people who came to support him, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little. He walked a few times to the intersection and found that Long Zhan and Ston Butch were standing on the other side.
"Fake, Mike, you came in time." Nowen leaned against the wall and said gasping, with a hint of glory in his voice.
"This, maybe you can retreat here." Ston Butcher was on the left outside the alley, observing the surroundings vigilantly, while reminding everyone.
However, just as they were about to evacuate, an accident happened. At the turn of the road on the left, a fat aunt suddenly walked out. When the aunt saw Long Zhan and his group of three people standing at the intersection, she was stunned for a moment, and then showed a surprised expression on her face.
"Go back, go back inside." Ston Butch quickly frowned and scolded loudly, trying to get the fat woman to leave quickly and not get in the way here. Because they knew that once a civilian was discovered and caused riots, it would likely cause more trouble.
However, the fat woman did not seem to be planning to follow Ston Butch's dissuasion. Not only did she not leave, she pointed at Ston Butch and her group and shouted loudly. She spoke in some kind of dialect and spoke very fast, and Ston Butch didn't understand what she was saying at all.
But from the woman's excited expression and angry tone, it can be judged that she is most likely to be in the same group as the militants, and may even be the wife or mother of someone among the militants. She shouted here, undoubtedly informing the militants.
Realizing that the location had been exposed, Ston Butch complained secretly. Although he had a gun in his hand, he could not shoot in the face of the unarmed civilians, so he could only continue to scold and dissuade him with words. However, none of this helped, and the fat woman's shouting louder and more anxious.
"Damn it, something happened. Go away quickly, hurry up and go from the other side." Ston Butch shouted anxiously to Long Zhan and Nowen.
Just as he finished speaking, a group of militants rushed over like a tide. Before he could see the figure, the dense gunshots rang out. "Baopaopaopaopaopao..." The gunshots echoed on the narrow streets like the dense sound of firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, making people's ears hurt.
Long Zhan and his group reacted extremely quickly. As soon as Ston Butch finished speaking, they rushed out to the road to the right without hesitation. They shuttled through the rain of bullets, their bodies flexibly avoiding the flying bullets, and each movement was full of strength and agility.
After running to a suitable position in front, they immediately used the surrounding terrain to defend and counterattack. Three people occupied a favorable position, hid behind the cover, picked up their guns and shot at the militants chasing behind. "Dadadadadadada..." The guns in their hands spit out flames, and bullets shot at the enemy like raindrops.
The militants who caught up with had no tactics at all. They only knew to rush forward blindly. Long Zhan and the other two suddenly stopped to counterattack and caught them off guard. The two militants running in the front were hit by the whistling bullets and fell into a pool of blood on the spot. The remaining militants were frightened by the sudden counterattack and hid, leaning against the walls on both sides of the road, and constantly shooting.
However, these militants seemed to have a desperate spirit. Some people rushed out bravely regardless of danger, standing at the intersection with guns and fired wildly. In the eyes of Long Zhan and others, this behavior was simply incredible, equivalent to dying. But these militants seemed to be driven by some crazy belief and rushed out without hesitation, and then were fucked to the ground in a dense sound of gunfire and turned into cold corpses.
Although many militants were defeated, their number was too large. New militants rushed up like a group of irresistible locusts, swarming in. The purpose of Long Zhan and the other two came this time was to pick up goods, not specifically for fighting, so they didn't carry much ammunition, and they were just wearing a soft body armor in their casual clothes, with very limited protection capabilities.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Seeing that more and more militants and the situation is becoming more and more unfavorable to them, Long Zhan and the other two could only use alternating cover tactics, fighting and retreating while fighting and retreating. They knew that the longer they dragged with the enemy here, the more enemies they would come to hear the news, and it would be more and more dangerous for them. The only way out was to leave this place of right and wrong.
They fought and retreated in the rain of bullets. Every time they turned around and shot, they were accompanied by the enemy's screams and the sound of falling to the ground. However, the enemy's offensive showed no sign of weakening, but instead became more and more fierce. Long Zhan's ammunition was also decreasing, and the situation became more and more critical.
Suddenly, a bullet flew over Nuowen's arm, cutting through his skin, and blood flowed out instantly. Nuowen just frowned, simply covered the wound with his hands, and continued to fight. He knew that at this time, any distraction could lead to fatal consequences.
Ston Butch shot while watching the surrounding terrain, trying to find a route that could get rid of the enemy's pursuit. His eyes revealed anxiety and determination, and the gun in his hand kept roaring, venting his anger at the enemy.
Long Zhan commanded the actions of the three people with his rich combat experience. He calmly judged the enemy's attack direction and firepower distribution, and issued short and powerful instructions from time to time to make the three people cooperate more tacitly.
Chapter completed!