Chapter 470： : Artifact!

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There were several tongues of flame above the streets in the center of Nightingale, and the Zairean soldiers emerging from the corner were torn to pieces by machine guns.

The PK machine gun at close range has absolute dominance!

This frightened the rest of the soldiers' legs, and the mercenaries who were mixed in were also tense. Forty or fifty people had died at this corner. At the beginning, a group of people rushed out, trying to rush over with the crowd tactics. However, the intertwined fire wires are better than network cables.

Some people also thought of a way to use shoulder-fired rockets, but the opponent's position was chosen too well. The wall was close to 40 centimeters thick, and the iron of the rocket warhead also depended on the skill.

This path is firmly suppressed.

The heavy artillery that Zaire talks about is actually just the M114 155mm howitzer. This is a 105mm towed howitzer with a caliber of 105mm from the Rock Island Armory. It was exported from the infantry division equipped with eagle sauce in the 1940s because of its superior performance. Europe, Asia, Africa and more than 40 countries.

In order to destroy the 3rd Regiment, Zaire brought these antiques, which were full of rust and did not know how to take care of them at all. After looking at them, the discerning mercenaries were very disappointed. I don't expect him to make any outstanding contributions in this battle.

Among the ruins, several figures bowed their waists and moved against the corner of the wall.

Alva. Burns was squatting in the corner, with his carbine by his side, holding a can of beef, and was eating comfortably. There was an ammunition box under his buttocks, which actually contained some medical first aid kits, etc. He belonged to a mercenary group active in West Africa— "Heart of War" is small in scale, only about a dozen people, but the equipment is fairly good, all American equipment, and there are two radio devices between them.

During the civil war in Sierra Leone, their mercenaries were hired by the government army and were listed as a second-class mercenary regiment at a price of five thousand dollars a day.

But in this battle, eight people were lost. Those of the small mercenary group have their lives and fortunes in the sky. They didn't say anything about pensions. The employer will not give it to you, and the mercenary group itself will not give it to you.

Of course, it depends on the leader of the group. After all, a pension is a big expense, let alone the pension for eight people?

The head of the "Heart of War" is a middle-aged man in his forties. He has been in this industry for more than 20 years. He is a very nice person. When eight people were killed in battle, each family sent an average of 80,000 US dollars.

Almost all the funds of the team were hollowed out. The money was originally intended to be used to replenish supplies, and because of this, Alva. Pence also felt the internal depression.

He raised his head enviously, and looked at a camp not far away, where he could see three or four off-road vehicles, as well as occasional silhouettes.

I heard that it was a temporary gathering place for a security company, Alva. Pence has seen the opponent's equipment. The sniper used the M40A1 sniper rifle known as the "Green Gun King". , Within 800 meters, you can kill someone's head in seconds.

In addition to snipers, firemen are equipped with individual bazookas, shotguns and other close-range lethal weapons. This equipment is simply the envy of others.

And, Alva. Pence has also seen the other party's meals, which are all self-heating meals for individual soldiers, including beef, vegetables and cigarettes.

Alva. As the logistics director, Pence knew it clearly. It was about 110,000 to 20,000 U.S. dollars. This figure may not seem large, but everyone came to war for money. If this money is saved, the average One person can earn more than 5,000 U.S. dollars a year, which is a lot of money.

"Are you a little envious?"

Right here at Alva. When Pence took a few more glances, a figure sat next to him. He trembled in shock, and subconsciously turned his head back with an embarrassed expression, "Captain."

Sitting next to him was a bearded man with a slightly Turkish look and deep eyes. He looked up at the temporary camp of the security company, and said, "It's really enviable."

"Captain, I... Our canned beef is also very fragrant." Alva. Pence took a few mouthfuls and put it into his mouth, but the canned beef had a sour smell, which was provided by Zaire, and it looked like there was oil floating on the surface, but when this mouthful was stuffy, he couldn't help but groan. Spit it out.

As if he already understood, the head of the group calmly took out the cigarette case and handed it to Alva. Burns took one, hesitating for a moment, he picked it up anyway, thanked him, lowered his head, and took a few deep sips. It's funny.

"I'm going to make this last fortune, so I'll quit." The head of the group sighed after his wrist fell on his knee.

Alva. Burns raised his head abruptly, "Tuan...cough cough cough..." The smoke choked in his throat, his face flushed, and his chest was burning with pain. He held his chest and took a long breath, and the symptoms eased a little. He said anxiously , "Head, what do you mean? Do you want to leave?"

"I'm getting old, and the battlefield is no longer suitable for me." The head of the regiment was very lonely. Although he had experience in war in his mind, he couldn't do many tactical actions anymore, and the connection between the brain and the body began to change. Slow, even his eyes have become cloudy, time has long stripped him of his sharpness, and now he is just an old vulture looking for a little so-called sense of security for his future life.

After completing this vote, the head of the group can be regarded as saving enough for the future, and find a small business for the rest of his life, which is enough for the family's expenses.

Some people have said that the battlefield belongs to men, and men belong to the years...

Fighting and collisions can burst male hormones, and the hormones in the cerebral cortex will make your adrenaline surge. When the bullets graze your scalp, from fear to fear to numbness, and finally when you get the first dollar in your hand, that This kind of joy, these can make people anesthetized.

But years... will not let anyone go.

Alva. Pence opened his mouth, and the head of the team said, "I know you want to make money, and I can't stop you from going to the battlefield, but if you can, try to join them." He pointed to the security company, "No capital logistics Guarantee, everything is like walking dead, we are too difficult."

This is the experience of the elders.

Human beings live in groups from the very beginning, even wars are no exception. Looking at their equipment and treatment, it is obvious that there are people behind them to help. A group of people who serve these people must be elite.

Alva. Pence looked at the head of the regiment, then nodded!

The group leader patted him on the shoulder in relief, bent over, and went to his seat to stay. This time was used to replenish energy as soon as possible. The atmosphere in the air was very depressing, and the people sent by Mobutu were already there There was yelling from behind, nothing more than asking them to organize another charge.

The reward for the first one to rush into the town is one hundred thousand dollars!

This number made the heads of these mercenaries suddenly hot. They came here with money, relatively speaking, they were not so afraid of death.

Alva. Pence dropped the can picked up the carbine, and followed the regiment leader to charge towards the town of Nightingale again.

Diag Hassan is also insidious. In addition to the PK machine gun, he also coordinates six M-224 mortars, which are specially stuck on the main road.

The 60mm caliber is enough to kill people. The mercenaries who lacked heavy weapons were screaming when they were beaten. No one expected the opponent to be so vicious.

There was no sound at all before, and the sudden attack now caught people off guard.

Alva. Pence rolled on the spot and shrank back. He wiped his face and took a deep breath. His lungs were burning from the violent running. He glanced casually behind him and saw the gang of security company employees Bing drove over in an off-road vehicle, and the back seat of the car was disassembled, and there was an iron lump.

Like a cannon?

Alva. Burns squinted his eyes, looked carefully, and looked surprised. This seems to be... 107 rocket launchers? !

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