Don't talk about martial arts, I'm a war contractor

Chapter 13 Changing Styles of Play
At this moment, Osa was in a daze. He was suddenly awakened by the bomb after sleeping well, and he knew it was a 125mm grenade as soon as he heard the movement.

To be the battalion commander of an infantry battalion, Osa still has basic military qualities, but he couldn't understand it even more.

Except for the T-64B1M of the two armored battalions that are of this caliber, the artillery equipped across the country is not like this, but he has already sent someone to the train station. Is it difficult for the other party to fly over?

It’s really flying here, the train that can sell out the tickets is not for people, and the soft sleeper Xiayu is afraid of lice.

"Boom~~"

A grenade landed in the corner of the battalion headquarters building, and with the crackling sound of glass, the whole building shook.

"Quick, send someone to the garage, and the contact gun company will pull out the mortar."

Osa jumped up from the bed, picked up the clothes under the broken glass and shook them, and immediately gave instructions when he saw the orderly come in.

"Yes, sir!"

At this moment, he had already figured out something, the cannons on the opposite side were fired one by one.

Although the frequency is very fast, it lacks the frequency of falling twice within 10 seconds, which means that the opponent has only one vehicle firing.

Be bolder, the other party may only have one car.

It is enough to come and run four or five cars in a row, but if there are only one or two cars, you can try to destroy the other party!
Osa opened the closet, took out the heavy body armor that he had bought with his own money, and put the helmet on.

This is not over yet, tear off the key hanging on the chest, insert it into the keyhole of the safe below, and enter the password to open the door.

The first thing that came in was a few stacks of knives and a large amount of Euros with a face value of 200 yuan, a few gold bars of different sizes, and two passports of different colors.

These looked like running suits, but these Osa didn't even look at them, and only took out a bunch of keys from the small drawer below.

It doesn't suit his status to run without hitting.

As one of the few domestic officers with undergraduate experience in foreign military academies, Osa should have served in the more promising ace armored battalion instead of commanding these shabby infantry combat vehicles that should have been eliminated in the last century.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of the president, reliability outweighs ability.

No matter how good he is, he still likes his old buddy, a soldier who can't drive a tank.

Instantly blacked out!
Osa, who had worked quietly for several years, finally found an opportunity. As soon as Panaka made a public statement, he immediately responded.

He didn't do it for any reason, just for one breath.

He took the key and walked out of the room. The orderly and several of his trusted officers came over, and the cannons outside were still rumbling.

"Musi, you personally lead the team and slam the gate for me, and wait for when the shells in the warehouse run out and stop."

Osa ordered the mortar company commander.

The French 81mm mortar is almost meaningless to hit a tank. Even if you are lucky, one or two shots to the top will still explode, but such dense shells can suppress the opponent's firepower.

Glancing at the exploded BTR-60 outside the window, Osa knew that what he lacked most now was reaction time.

"Yes, sir!"

"Follow me, Harman, from the path behind the cafeteria to the back door of the garage."

Watching Muto leave, Osa led the rest of the people out of the battalion headquarters.

Whether it is BMP-1 or BTR-60, they are more effective against traditional infantry and lightly armed personnel. Driving these vehicles in the face of tanks is courting death.

Osa has always remembered what the instructor said in a certain theoretical class, so he has long been prepared.

Half a year before the incident, he went bankrupt and bought a set of big killers specially designed to deal with tanks.

Arranging people to guard the train station was not to get news in advance so that they could escape, but to ambush halfway in advance and beat up the armored battalion.

It's not too late now, but the loss is a little bit big.

When the fight is over, he will basically lose his shabby possessions.

As for whether to use the money to run away at that time, or invest it all in buying equipment, let's see if we recruit again!

"Boom~boom~boom~~"

The sound of heavy machine guns in the distance made the whole group pause.

"The other party has more than one share. They sealed the back door. They came prepared!"

Osa didn't take it seriously, as long as he could knock out the opponent's tank, everything would be fine.

After opening the emergency back door of the garage, there were only six cars left in a mess.

Some stopped where no one activated them, and some activated them and dared not go out seeing the misery of their seniors being blown up.

"Executive x N!"

"Have you forgotten what I taught you, don't you know how to fire smoke bombs?"

Osa reprimanded with a bit of hate.

The subordinates are all stupid soldiers who are not good at thinking and don't remember what they teach.

What can he do? He is also very helpless!

Conventional smoke bombs have limited interference with the latest infrared night vision equipment, so professional infrared smoke bombs are needed, but the T-64B1M is still equipped with old-fashioned infrared headlights, and the effect is definitely there.

"After a while, your two BTR-60s will take the lead. After firing the smoke bombs, they will quickly disperse. Then your two BMP-1s will follow behind and release the smoke bombs after 3 minutes. During this period, look for opportunities to attack a distance of 500 meters in the direction of the gate. "

"Yes, sir x N!"

The soldiers who received the order started to move, and Osa also came to the rain cloth in the corner.

"Whoa~~"

Pulling off the raincloth reveals a high-mobility four-wheeled armored vehicle that looks like a Hummer.

This is his winning weapon - Cornet-EM anti-tank missile weapon system.

The old competition can not wear T-64B1M, he is specially selected to buy the model that can be worn.

European and American shoulder-mounted missiles such as Javelin, Triget, and Spike can be fired and ignored, but he has to face an entire armored battalion at most!

To buy these missiles, he has to train at least 10 or so shooters, and he has to draw out all the officers with a high school education, so that the soldiers will be reimbursed for a few unlucky ones if they go off fire.

So, the export version of the cornet vehicle system is the best choice.

A vehicle has two sets of liftable missile launchers, each equipped with 4 cornet missiles, and also has the ability to strike two different targets at the same time.

Perfect, perfect solution to his needs, not to mention there are 8 rounds of ammunition in the rear compartment of the launch vehicle.

With these 16 "fire" opportunities, even if only half of them hit, Osa can make the opponent directly remove half of his life.

The only downside is that it is a bit more expensive, not counting the price of the launch vehicle. A single cornet costs 14 dollars. There will definitely be a discount if you buy all 16 pieces at once, but the whole system with the car and bombs + shipping cost him 350 million. dollars.

Osa turned 35 this year. He finally managed to save enough money by scraping together the black money he received from his 10-year career, the annual dividends from his brother’s mine, and the 100 million he borrowed from his brother.

After getting the things, Osa felt that the money was not bad at all, and after declaring rebellion, he took over Kongluga's bank, and the money spent was returned.

"go!"

"Bang~bang~~"

Two BTR-60s fired smoke bombs one after another. Xiayu's field of vision was gradually shrouded in smoke, and only the body of one of them could be vaguely seen.

Finally remembered to use smoke bombs?
"Bang~boom~~"

Xia Yu pressed the launch button after complaining, and the unhidden BTR-60 was hit by the rear of the car, and the powerful kinetic energy directly knocked it over to the ground.

"Bang~bang~~"

There were two more rounds of smoke bombs, and now it was completely invisible.

"Call Domi, the other side is going to counterattack, you withdraw now."

Xia Yu contacted Duomi in advance, he changed his style of play, and they had to adjust their plan accordingly.

"Domi received!"

After finishing the remaining half of the ammunition belt, Domi jumped out of the truck decisively, got into the cab and drove out of the valley.

Xia Yu opened the hatch and climbed out after making contact, and then opened the hatch of the captain next to him.

This place was temporarily set up as a storage room by him, and all unused equipment was stored here.

First he opened the backpack, and he threw in two TM-62Ms that were useless and dead, and then picked and picked two RKG-3 anti-tank grenades and put them in.

This thing is only one kilogram, and it doesn't matter if you take another one.

Thinking of this, Xia Yu took another one, and then took out two tubes one after the other and hung them on his body.

AT-4 rocket launcher, two plus a dozen kilograms.

Only a prodigal would use a missile to beat an infantry tank, and a bazooka is a professional light can opener.

Just for the sake of personal image (forceful style), I don’t want to use the old and antique Xiayu like RPG-7, so I have to pay 5000 knives per tool. You must know that this is the most basic HEAT (hollow-charged armor-piercing projectile) The ex-factory price of the warhead is obviously only 1500 knives.

Well, the price premium unique to the African region, Xiayu thinks it's expensive, and John thinks it's too expensive!
You can’t save money on tools when doing business, otherwise second-hand things can’t be sold at a higher price if the business is ruined. Thinking about this is a big contract of 100 million, he instantly regained his balance.

With the waist and horse in one, Xia Yu jumped off the tank and stood firmly on the ground.

This is the skill that has been in the industry for many years. After jumping from a tank to an excavator, after jumping from an excavator to a tank.

"Huh~~"

Putting his hands on the car body, he put the tank into the No. 1 garage, and Xia Yu, who was fully armed, disappeared into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)