Chapter 66

The negotiation broke down and was ready to attack. Ah, no, the news of preparing for defense soon spread all over the team. After learning that the other party was going to pull all the men and women of the team to be RBQ, the reporters and doctors who were quite flustered were unified.

"I've been in Afghanistan and can shoot. Give me a gun to fight with you!" A war reporter raised his hand and shouted.

"No, you are the people who record history. The camera and penholder are your weapons. Our job is to fight with guns!" Arthur Morgan nodded with satisfaction. The people can use it! He changed the other party's ultimatum.

The pen holder is our weapon! A group of reporters were as enlightened as a bell. They took out the guy who ate and connected to the satellite network to shock! A series of articles such as a large country sending military personnel to interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, the story of the civil war in sokovia, and the shell is only one meter away from me have crowded into the headlines of news websites in almost an hour, and even kept pace with Justin hammer's stark cover girl on the front page of entertainment headlines.

In this time and space of 2010, European countries had no less headaches because of financial austerity. People marched and made trouble from time to time, smashed and burned. The originally big European countries saw big news that could divert people's attention, and quickly added fuel to the flames.

So when Fischer arrived in Washington, the headlines had become that the French army invaded sokovia and slaughtered local residents, and openly attacked the United Nations material convoy in order to cover up the criminal evidence.

Even the picture of the unlucky Frenchman was turned out and painted with graffiti such as genocide and executioner.

Fisher could not laugh or cry when he learned about it. He could only sigh that these Texans could really come, and then he asked Kate to continue to make waves. After all, the bigger the trouble, the better for the giant God.

The two armies fought to attack each other. In order to combat the morale of the other, Arthur Morgan sent his men to scatter dozens of broadsword mines along the front of the foxhole. These iron boxes with a killing range of nearly 100 meters have been improved, with more steel balls and less charge. Once they enter the blasting range, they will cause more casualties.

In addition to buried mines, Arthur also asked his men to dismantle the remote control weapon stations on several armored vehicles. The range of grenades launched by these 40mm grenade launchers can cover the whole plain. The most important thing is that Arthur also found that they were carrying a base number of armor piercing grenades.

While Arthur Morgan was ready to stick to it, the other party was not idle.

With the support of the financial Lord's father, the rebels hired a large number of foreign soldiers. During the first wave of attack, the commander of the rebels, a middle-aged beard called Big Daddy, didn't let these foreign friends go out because he was distressed about the pension. However, seeing that the wealth worth tens of millions was only a few kilometers away from him, Big dad was anxious and itchy. In addition, Captain DAG told him to withdraw if he didn't want to fight, and get on if he wanted to fight. DAG, who had been in the foreign Corps for several years, knew the style of the giant God. They had seen the end of the tribal armed attack on the giant god mining team in Africa.

The Su-25 attack aircraft just attacked is just an appetizer. If it wasn't for the weather and new arrival, I'm afraid what fell on their heads would not be an iron bomb, but jedam joint guided attack ammunition. The favorite thing of the giant god special forces is to drop this thing from 10000 meters high by transport aircraft and deploy it by parachute, Jedam can float tens of kilometers and hit the target.

Not to mention the local tyrant's rocket washing, DAG remembered that the industry rumored that the giant God had a heavy equipment called havoc, which was like a flying rocket. One salvo could destroy an urban area, but he had only heard of it.

After hesitating again and again, big dad felt he still had the strength to touch each other. After all, his elite mercenaries had not been sent out.

"Fight!" Big dad studied the map carefully. The giant God's military base is more than 200 kilometers away from here. The reinforcements have to run at least one night. As long as they launch an attack now, when the giant God's reinforcements arrive, they will only be left with a corpse.

"Are you sure you want to fight? Sir? " Captain DAG looked at big dad with an embarrassed face. He really didn't want to fight, but he had signed the contract. He had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"Yes, there are less than 100 of them. Even if one enemy is ten, we all have 2000 people, not to mention so many tanks and armored vehicles!" Big dad is full of confidence. How can I lose with a population of 2000?

"Well, I see!" Dag nodded. Although big dad is the boss, the actual command still depends on captain DAG.

Since he took the other party's money, he had to do something. In view of the crushing morale and rigid tactics of the cannon fodder soldiers, DAG scattered the 100 mercenaries he brought and filled them into the cannon fodder army, even the tank troops did not put down.

Moreover, for the night vision and high-precision sight equipped by the giant god peacekeeping force, DAG specially assigned several mortars to fire flares into the sky all the time.

"Get ready to fight!" In the snowstorm, three green flares rose slowly. Arthur Morgan put on his helmet, jumped into the foxhole, closed his eyes and waited until the fire was over.

Because they were still thinking about those materials, the anti-government forces shelled away from the basin and only bombarded the peripheral defensive positions. Although the anti-government forces' infantry were unbearable, the artillery could still ensure an effective hit rate. Most of the dirt and carpentry excavated by the giant peacekeeping forces were soon destroyed.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, amid the creaking of fallen trees and the roar of diesel engines, more than a dozen tanks and more armed pickup trucks appeared in the forest. Behind these vehicles, there were a large number of armed elements pouring out of Ukraine. Under the temptation of heavy rewards and the threat of death to step back, These militants, who had only been trained for a short time, rushed into the basin a few kilometers away with red eyes.

"No command is allowed. Pay attention to saving ammunition!"

The sensor on the helmet is only a preliminary estimate, and the number is over 1000, which really gives Arthur Morgan a headache. Moreover, the captain of the Titan tank just said that because a lot of grenades were used in the previous bombing, don't expect that door 150.

"How long will it take to reinforce?" Seeing the tanks and armed pickup trucks stopping to wait for infantry from time to time, Arthur looked forward to a wave of air strikes. He didn't want any effect. He just had to separate infantry and tanks.

"The base said they had just taken off another batch of Su-25, but those attack aircraft only had machine guns and auxiliary fuel tanks! Sir bishop has sent an advance assault team, which is three hours away from us! " Han Marston put down the radio and said with a big grin.

"The auxiliary fuel tank is OK. Let them hurry up!"

After entering 2000 meters, the grenade launchers on the side of the giant God began to roar. In the sound of ammunition delivery, red high explosive grenades were sent to the sky. After crossing 2000 meters, they fell freely to the ground, and then burst into flames.

In the wailing of the wounded and the coercion and inducement of the officers, these cannon fodder soldiers ignored the dead comrades and flying shrapnel around them, issued desperate cries and continued to move forward. In less than a minute, they lost hundreds of people.

"That's it, move on! Tank, aim at their fire point! Fire! "

In order to kill the few heavy firepower on the side of the giant god, the rebels do not hesitate to use human lives as bait. As long as the grenade launcher or anti tank launcher on the side of the giant god fires, shells will fall on his position in less than ten seconds.

After a few rounds of shelling, Arthur had little heavy firepower left in his hand. Even the Titan could not carry out effective fire attack because of the target tanks of the other side. Although the M60 could not hit the Titan, it was still OK to hit external sensors and electronic equipment. Moreover, even the strongest armor would crack in front of falling high explosive bombs.

By this time, the anti-government infantry had approached a distance of one kilometer.

"Free fire, free fire! Block them! "

At this moment, the soldiers of the giant god experienced what it was called that ants killed elephants. A machine gunner had lost four or five empty drums under his feet, and even the barrel had caught fire and smoke, but there were still so many enemies in front of him. Even the snipers who had been slow to shoot one by one had to adjust their weapons to fully automatic, because they could hit people with their eyes closed.

Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, the wounded fell down and were pulled out of the position. After seeing the enemy tank run over the buried broadsword, Arthur immediately ordered to detonate.

So DAG sitting in the tank only heard a dull explosion, and then the militants in the front row suddenly fell down like an invisible slap, leaving their comrades in arms behind at a loss.

"My legs!" The fallen wounded are finished, and their lower bodies are full of steel balls. If they are not treated, they will soon die of low temperature and excessive blood loss!

"Help people!" Not only the cannon fodder soldiers, but also a small number of mercenaries were frightened. They trembled when they saw their familiar comrades wailing to their bloody arms deep in their hearts.

"Don't save people, keep moving!" Dag leaned out of the tank, shot the mercenary who was ready to save people, and roared to order others to continue the attack. He had pressed all of them up. If he couldn't win, he would be dead.

Looking like a madman, even the commander who ordered the tank to turn the turret back, the rest can only pray and charge. After all, the other party's firepower has been sparse. As long as they cross that slope, they can win!

Seeing that the gun barrel of the other tank was about to top his forehead, Arthur's air support finally came. The hot metal flow from the gsh-301 30mm double barrel machine gun instantly created a flesh and blood isolation belt in the infantry group. After a short 250 rounds of spare ammunition emptied, these attack aircraft swooped down again and dropped the external auxiliary fuel tank.

Although the effect was not as good as napalm, the spilled aviation fuel still pulled out a wall of fire. Even a pilot threw the fuel tank into the tank cluster and lit three tanks at one go.

"Ah!" Like the last straw that crushed the camel, Su 25, who raided at low altitude, ignored the scanning of the large-diameter machine gun on the armed pickup truck and the stinger that followed, so he kept raiding over the battlefield, and the rebels finally collapsed. At this moment, both white and black, officers and soldiers, dropped their weapons and began to flee in all directions, Some even took off their military uniforms while running, and ran into the forest wearing only a dirty cotton padded jacket and trousers.

"Marston, tell your men to follow me. I'm going to cut the Frenchman alive!" After confirming that the other party really fled, Arthur dropped the runner sniper rifle with ammunition in his hand, picked up an engineer shovel from the side and jumped out of the trench. He just saw the tall French, like a rooster, who didn't forget to wear his own red beret when running.

The strong exoskeleton provided Arthur with a steady stream of strength, allowing him to run a distance of kilometers at the speed of 100 meters, and then fly up and step the French into the mud.

"Son of a bitch, look at you giving me a hard mouth!" Like an eagle catching a chicken, Arthur mentioned the Frenchman, sprayed saliva on each other's face, and then pressed him back to the ground.

"I... Throw... Drop... You... Can't... Abuse... Prisoners!" The French guy who knocked off his big teeth didn't care to spit out the mud in his mouth and desperately begged for mercy.

"Treat your grandmother well! I am not a regular army! " Although he wanted to kill each other with one punch, Arthur endured it. After all, Fisher repeatedly mentioned the giant God's capture policy, which was neither preferential nor abusive. Anyone with blood in his hand will be thrown into the Sahara for ten years. If you can come back alive, you will be released! Looking at this Frenchman's figure, Arthur Morgan doesn't think this guy can carry it there for ten years. If he dies for five years, he will have to be buried in the sand!

"Shit, I'll clean you up slowly when I go back!" After giving the other party a muddy bath, Morgan, who was not relieved of his anger, gave the other party a few hard feet, and didn't stop until Marston came.