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

Chapter 62 Urban camouflage, tentative attack

There will be planes, and there will be pilots.

But now the goal is to capture Bomatu, and Xia Yu and his team are busy preparing for the battle.

For example, replace the additional armor for the Weasel A3 that was damaged in the battle of the Anka Installation Battalion.

The original soup turned into the original food, and the removed armor plate was thrown into the raw material warehouse. Xia Yu chose to reprint.

He suddenly felt that this job seemed easier than providing fire support, and it only took 5 minutes to reinstall and paint the sheet metal.

It is not a shame to ask for 5 in [-] minutes. This is the price on the battlefield.

It is good if it can be repaired, but a lot of cars are abandoned when they break down, and the loss is even more serious.

By the way, their company also needs to improve its combat effectiveness.

Xiayu took the unused T-64B1M and Weasel A3 into the warehouse in turn to change the paint job.

He initially prepared jungle camouflage for field operations, but unfortunately it didn't come in handy.

Now entering the city, Xiayu intends to change to a sand gray urban camouflage that matches the cool tone of Bomatu.

The white, gray, and brown mosaic squares blur the outline of the car body, and can deceive people's eyes as long as they are far away.

Of course, thermal imaging can still be locked.

But the rebels don't seem like a team that can fight with these things.

"You look so handsome, Mr. Huang Weasel, how much is this service!"

Appearance is combat power, and Xiao Anka, who came to pick up the car, fell directly, and he also wanted to paint his car with this.

"It's not a matter of money or not. We are in charge of attacking the Bomatu. The focus of your troops is still the follow-up jungle operations."

Xia Yu began to teach little Anka lessons.

When his car crew breaks through Bomatu, the remaining rebels will definitely flee.

The city roads extend in all directions and cannot be stopped at all, and it is the duty of the Anka infantry camp to chase them into the jungle.

Hearing Xia Yu's analysis, Little Anka really cried to death.

Except for the old man, no one else has treated him so well, and this step by step is like feeding food to his mouth.

"So changing the city camouflage is not necessary at all, but it will affect the subsequent battles."

Xia Yu finally concluded.

"I see, Mr. Huang Weasel!"

Watching Xiao Anka drive back, Xia Yu called the staff for a meeting.

"Tomorrow, we will enter Bomatu. While conducting on-the-spot reconnaissance, we will also launch probing attacks."

No amount of talking on paper is as good as actually experiencing the battlefield environment.

It is better to discover problems at the early stage than to be trapped in a tight siege, calling every day unresponsive, and making the ground ineffective.

"In addition, to attract the attention of the rebels, I want them to know that there is such a piece of 'fat' running around the city."

Hearing what Xia Yu said, everyone laughed, the boss is too bad, and the rebels will definitely be fooled by then.

The contract they signed was to eliminate the infantry battalion and light tank battalion of the rebels. The infantry was never their commercial goal.

Therefore, they have to use their bodies as bait to deceive the opponent's armor strength.

"The first thing the rebels sent out was definitely the RPG shooters nearby, and it is not ruled out that they have anti-tank missiles."

Xia Yu said while writing on the whiteboard.

"01 You should pay attention, if you find the anti-tank missiles of the rebels, tell us immediately."

"understand!"

Sergey nodded.

Unlike RPG shooters who attack at close range, anti-tank missiles are all operated from at least 1 km away.

Machine guns only play a suppressive role at this distance, not to mention ordinary rifles, only sniper rifles can be obtained.

Xiayu's L115A3 sniper rifle is carried with him this time, but we should not show off our 800-meter level.

It is the easiest way to deal with the opponent directly with the weasel's 20mm cannon.

When changing to T-64B1M, it is also a matter of one shot.

"Mongoose, aim a little bit then."

"Yes, Commander!"

Hans hasn't fought against the anti-tank team yet, so he doesn't know if he can play meat this time.

On the other side, Ke Ang, whose teaching had begun to bear fruit, shivered.

Why is it suddenly cold, is it going to rain again?
Yes, although the rainy season is coming to an end, the recent precipitation has not decreased.

This is also the reason why Little Anka was not in a hurry to enter Bomatu after taking down the entrance to the city.

The previous few battles were also fought between the rains, and the rain became a tacit truce moment for both sides.

However, someone wants to break this tacit agreement.

Don't fight when it rains, what a joke, you can still fight with a knife!

Driving six pairs of wheels, speaking is tough.

On such a rainy day, weasel crew, attack!
"Om~~"

The roar of the diesel engine was cut a lot under the rain, and I couldn't really hear it if I didn't listen carefully from a distance.

White noise, it gives people a feeling of being hypnotized.

The rebels in the city entertained themselves in this rare leisure time.

AK leaned casually against the wall, rolled a cigarette and lit it, touched a card that his comrades had just shuffled, and someone played hip-hop music on a Transsion phone.

Listening to the tune seems to be the second-hand store of the Billboard champion song "Thrift Shop" in the past two years.

This song describes the life they yearn for, and you can buy a good dress for thirty or fifty dollars.

With such a suit, handsome and handsome, he is the most beautiful boy on the block.

However, they are not as good as the protagonist in the song, and it is difficult to take out twenty dollars all over the body.

It's XX, why didn't my ancestors get on the ship hundreds of years ago?
"Did you hear anything?"

After drawing a bad set of cards, the rest of the time is all garbage, the irritable soldier suddenly asked.

Apart from the sound of singing and rain, he seemed to hear the sound of a motor vehicle. Was it the officer driving over to patrol?

"You heard me wrong, hurry up, hurry up, it's up to you to play the cards."

The comrade-in-arms didn't care, all his attention was on the card, he didn't know that this was the last card in his life.

"Boom~boom~boom~~"

Press the launch button lightly, and a short point seven or eight rounds of DM81 high-explosive bombs entered the rebel bunker.

No, it should be pierced.

After all, the 20mm caliber is there, and the high-explosive bomb can easily penetrate the sandbag and hit the wall to explode.

The result is also obvious, the super loud sound transmission stopped abruptly.

It can only be said that not every mobile phone is called Nokia.

Also, soldiers don't go to war, but roll cigarettes and play poker, they should be killed!

The movement of the machine gun finally attracted attention. In the periscope, it can be clearly seen that an infantry squad with an RPG is approaching here in the rain.

"Mongoose, kill 'em with the machine gun."

"Yes, Commander!"

Hans steered the turret, and the coaxial machine gun roared.

The 7.62mm full-power bullet tore through the rain curtain and swept towards the group of hapless rebel soldiers.

In one of them, the blind cat encountered a dead mouse and directly pierced the bullet of that RPG.

It didn't explode, but the charge was scattered all over the ground, and it couldn't be fired anymore.

"Keep going, you can hit two shots without a target."

Xia Yu gave orders to Domi and Hans together.

This weasel chariot painted in urban camouflage is like a weasel whose living space has been squeezed and can only live in the city, scurrying in the deserted streets and alleys, carnival in the rain.

It's just that they are all weasels, one is used to hiding from people, and the other is looking for people and killing them.

Only for the rebels, there are still civilians left in the city, and they generally hide well.

"What's the sound? Anka calling in?"

The brigade commander who was taking a lunch break was so frightened that he woke up instantly when he heard the sound of the machine gun.

Something's wrong, the normal operation of this Anka is to fire the guns first, and then send the infantry tanks to charge after a round of bombardment, and is the sound of the machine guns too sparse?
IQ regained the high ground, the brigade commander heard something, he got up from his chair and walked outside.

(End of this chapter)