The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 571 Factory Offensive and Defensive Battle

When the mercenaries retreated like a tide, cheers broke out in the factory. These people who were partying, from Ron's confusion when they started to launch a counterattack, to the carnival after knowing the cause and effect after the end, almost all Not much to leave the party bonfire.

There is no other reason, because it all happened too fast.

It took less than 5 minutes from the first gunshot to the end of the battle.

In just 5 minutes, they launched fierce firepower and beat the mighty mercenaries to collapse. Before the workers even had time to react that they were attacked, the battle had already been won, so what else could they do?keep playing?Combine that with the victory you just won and it's double the party.

But this kind of joy was limited to the workers in these factories. Not long after the mercenaries retired, Ron called all the combatants together for a meeting.

"What's the matter? Ron, haven't we all won the battle?" In the conference room, as the link between Ron and the factory, Leng Feng was the first to speak.

"That's right, if there is such an exciting thing, you don't call me. Are you afraid that my marksmanship is too good? I will steal your limelight? In fact, there is no need for it. It's just that my security captain said he was trained under my wise leadership. The security team is more than enough for those guys."

Immediately afterwards, the rich second generation also followed suit, and only the security captain, Lao He and Bourn remained silent. Ron ignored the chattering rich second generation, and stared at Lao He, who was the most important thing here. The person who valued him was different from Leng Feng who had been a special soldier. He was a low-level officer who was the only one present who could discuss tactics with Ron.

"It was the battlefield cleaned by your people just now, how do you feel?"

"The situation is very bad." Contrary to what the rich second generation expected, Lao He's face was serious, like sinking water: "Although the rifles they use are also AKs, they are the latest production batches, and the firearms are very well maintained , plus the other equipment on his body, it doesn't look like ordinary warlord armed. "

"So what? If we can repel them once, we can repel them a second time. If they dare to come again, I will let them see how powerful I am."

When the rich second generation heard that the other party might call again, he immediately became interested, picked up the sniper rifle next to him and said excitedly.

But Ron immediately poured cold water on his head: "What? Do you think they will continue to attack the factory as stupidly as before after they have suffered a loss once, and let you call them one by one with a sniper rifle? As long as the other party's The commander's cerebellum is developed, so he doesn't have such thoughts at all."

"Why can they still drive tanks?" The rich second generation said unconvinced, but just as the words fell, they found that everyone's eyes were on him: "What are you all looking at me for?"

Lao He quickly lowered his head and did not speak. Leng Feng and Byrne looked at each other, and then looked at Ron together. Ron nodded solemnly: "This possibility is not ruled out, and even this possibility is very high. We must prepare early, Mr. He Ho, has your security team been trained against tanks?"

"How is it possible?" Old He laughed dumbfoundedly: "The purpose of setting up the security team is to prevent harassment from nearby tribes, and to guard against bandits by the way. Besides, there are not many armies with tanks in the whole of Africa, so it is not right at all. They have been trained in this subject."

"Okay, then you have something to do tonight." Ron took out a booklet from his pocket, folded one of the pages, and threw the book to Lao He: "Your mission tonight is to give you this security team."

Lao He took the book and looked at it, and almost laughed out loud, only to see a line of Chinese "Friends of Military and Local Dual-Purpose Talents" written on the cover of the book.

"You Americans also read this? But even if you teach them, what do you think, how much damage can you do to the mercenary tanks by counting on these makeshift guys?"

"If they are facing the armored forces of the regular army, then it is no different from letting them die." Lao He nodded in agreement with this statement, but unexpectedly Ron changed the subject and continued: "But, don't forget, This is Africa, and using this kind of anti-tank tactics trained in temporary cramming, it is just right to deal with armored soldiers at the level of three-legged cats. Tomorrow's anti-tank team, I hope you will take command."

Old He was stunned for a moment, then nodded in a sudden realization.

If you compare all the countries in the world to war game players.If the house division battle is carried out according to the region it belongs to, then there will be a sharp contrast between the Asian region and the African region.

One is the famous monster house, which can be easily conquered by any country, while the other is the stinky chicken house. That’s right, I’m talking about Africa.

What is the overall military level here?Let's put it this way, when the tank-tank coordination is carried out, as long as the tank does not run over its own soldiers, it is considered an elite unit. The Tanzanian army just learned a trick of alternating firepower from the rabbit, and it has defeated invincible opponents in Africa, but One can imagine, what are the others?
"Bourne, you pick three good marksmen from the security team to form two two-person sniper teams. The entire project is your scope of activity. Remember, you can change places with one shot and give priority to valuable targets. "

Bourne nodded and accepted the order. Three Jerry of the Secret Service Academy, his sniper level is the best.

"What about me? What about me? Don't you have any important tasks for me?"

Seeing that other people received tasks one by one, the rich second generation quickly raised his hand and asked, eager to prove that he is not relying on his family, and really wants to participate in this war.

"How is it possible? Of course, you are the most important part of our plan."

Ron got up and walked to the side of the rich second generation. As Ron approached, the rich second generation blushed with excitement. He had seen Ron's strength before, and it was worth to him to be affirmed by such a master. Great recognition.

"Say it! No matter how difficult the task is, I promise to complete it!" The rich second generation stood up and said a military salute to Ron.

"Let the chef make two more plates of dumplings, which are the same as this afternoon's stuffing. I'm hungry." Ron turned to look at the other two people: "What about you? What do you want to eat? Don't be polite to me, only when you are full." Work hard."

The rich second generation almost fell over, but Ron ignored him so much, patted the table, and asked everyone for the last time: "Any questions?"

Lao He raised his hand: "I have a problem."

"You said."

"You asked me to train them in anti-tank tactics, that's no problem, but what weapons do you plan to let us use for anti-tank? We can't still use the most primitive Motorov cocktail."

"Of course not." There was a roar of planes flying by outside the window, and Ron looked down at his watch with a smile on his face: "The time is just right, let's go, let's go get your equipment together, this time the equipment It will be very familiar to you."

As usual, the plane dropped a large container by air. This time the container seemed to be heavier than last time, and it landed quickly. When Lao He and Leng Feng opened the door of the container, they were stunned by what was inside: "This is 40 fire. ? This is a 107mm rocket launcher? Oh my God! This is the Bayi Bar?! Where did you get these things?!"

Lao He held a rifle that looked similar to an AK in the container, and he couldn't put it down with excitement. This gun was the one he used during his military service. He didn't expect to meet it again on this piece of land after so many years. I am deeply moved.

"The arms dealer I contacted is a long-term partner of North Industries. Now you should have confidence in the next battle, right?"

"Of course there is!"

Not to mention how Lao He trained those black boys in the security team, nor how Bourne took a few snipers to study the factory floor plan and find the best movement path. Even Ron, who has always been lazy, did not completely free.

Together with the rich second generation, he directed the workers in the factory to arrange the mines in the container in every corner of the factory.

Because the ground of the factory is mainly a clean concrete floor, the work is far more complicated than imagined.

They need to first dig out the ground where the enemy may pass, stuff the mines into it, and then sprinkle a layer of stone powder on it with the same color as the concrete floor. Well, they look the same as before, time is like this The intense preparations passed bit by bit.

When they finally finished all this, it was dawn.

"Breakfast is here~" The rich second generation came to Ron's hidden bunker meanly, and offered a plate of dumplings graciously. While Ron was eating, he asked curiously: "Hey, you said these hired Which direction will the soldiers come from?"

"Do you need to ask? The mountains in the east and the rainforest in the west. There are so many of them, they must be moving forward mechanized, so they can only come by roads on both sides of the north and south."

Ron replied without raising his head, this chef's craftsmanship is really good, and Ron hasn't gotten tired of eating the same dumplings for three consecutive meals. He is already thinking about whether to take this The chef turned back and cooked for himself.

"That's right, why didn't I think of it?" The rich second generation suddenly realized, "Then what tactics do you think they will use..."

Time continued to pass while the two chatted. Finally, just when Ron was about to endure the limit, there was a slight vibration on the ground, and Ron raised his head.

In the distance, a semi-mechanized unit headed by five tanks was approaching them. At this time, Ron had just finished eating the last dumpling.

"xxx, xxx," Ron checked the grid on the map with his finger, took out the walkie-talkie, and burst out a series of coordinates to Bourne: "There is no test firing, first hit two rounds, and then extend the strike as fast as possible to use the rocket use up!"

"Yes." Bourne's answer was as concise and powerful as ever.

Yesterday's container delivered three more 107mm rocket launchers, plus the one they originally installed on the off-road vehicle, a total of four launchers, while lifting the tube according to the coordinates indicated by Ron.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

The rockets were like wasps coming out of their nests, attacking densely like approaching troops.

"BOOM!" There was only one sound left from the explosion, and Ron immediately picked up the binoculars to observe. The mercenary troops over there were almost unaffected except for the two troop trucks that were blown over, especially the one that Ron was most concerned about. tank.

, Ron saw with a clear eye that a rocket fell on the top cover of the tank and detonated, except for shaking the tank violently, and then.The tank moved on again, seemingly unaffected.

I had only seen it in games before, but now I actually met the rich second generation in reality, and found that the tank was so strong, and I felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Ron glanced at him, his pale face was frightened, and he patted his back in relief: "Don't worry, the rockets were not prepared for these big guys, they were just for those infantry, we have better What is waiting for these big guys..."

Halfway through Ron's words, his face suddenly changed: "Quick! Let the anti-tank team behind the wall retreat!"

I saw the tanks that were driving rapidly outside the factory suddenly stopped, stopped in place, and the turret turned to the direction of the factory wall.

"boom!"

The tanks fired a volley, and directly knocked down the outer wall of the factory, not to mention that the inner factory building was also punched with several big holes, but fortunately, after hearing Ron's order, the anti-tank team retreated in time, except for one unlucky guy who was running away. There were no casualties other than a sprained ankle during the accident.

"I have to say. The commander of this mercenary is not a pure idiot." Ron poked his head out from behind the bunker, observed outside and commented. While he was speaking, the tank fired two salvos in succession. , Blowing down most of the wall to the north of the factory.

After the tank shot, the trucks that were still behind the tank drove out one after another, and rushed towards the factory quickly. There were also a few pickup trucks equipped with anti-aircraft gun turrets in the middle. After finding a favorable position, they stopped and turned around the turret. 20 The millimeter-caliber anti-aircraft guns began to pour firepower towards the factory.

During this period, the troop transport truck also stopped under the cover of firepower, and the soldiers on the vehicle swarmed down, clustered behind the tanks that just came, and used the tanks as shields to advance towards the factory.

As Ron said, the commander of this mercenary team really has two skills. It is true that this alternating cover and infantry coordination is enough for him to gain a firm foothold in Africa.

At this time, the situation on the factory side is not optimistic. Just now, the 107mm rocket launcher has fired all the rockets under Ron's order. Now Ron's firepower is only machine guns, rifles and 40 firepower. These are all direct firepower. , There is no way to take the infantry hiding behind the tank.

The current position of the tanks happened to be outside the effective range of 40 fires. The five tanks stopped and stopped, every step seemed to be testing, and they might stop at any time for another round of shelling.

Coupled with the suppression of anti-aircraft artillery vehicles, the situation reversed in an instant and became unfavorable to Ron. The rich second generation was anxious: "Then what should we do now?"

(End of this chapter)