Chapter 471： : Diage died

Guerrilla artifact!

It’s best to have a car to pull it, and you don’t have to ride a small cart. You can launch it without putting it on the ground. If you don’t even have a launcher, you can use a few dry batteries and two wires to ignite it. If you don’t have it , just use a lighter.

If you don’t even have a lighter, then what the **** are you playing, find a place to dig a hole and bury it yourself.

Alva Burns stared at them, wide-eyed, holding his breath, a little envious, this is a heavy guy, the price of this shell has soared to 20,000 US dollars a round in Central Africa!

This is not bragging, in Somalia there is a

"Pirate exchange", that is, if you can't go to sea, but you can buy something, such as bullets, or guns.

Then according to the harvest, I will give you dividends. Generally, if you **** a big ship, the ransom is two million dollars. There was once a woman named Kenneth Lan. Her husband died at sea, but there were two RPG shells at home.

She gave the cannonballs to the pirates who got a lot of money in the exchange, and then those people also worked hard and grabbed a big ticket. Later, according to the price, the two cannonballs were priced at 70,000 yuan, and the dividend was 400,000 US dollars!

You don't have to worry about it for the rest of your life, so this exchange is sometimes the real price market for weapons and ammunition.

These tubes of 107 rockets cost at least hundreds of thousands of dollars. It is impossible for Alva Burns not to envy his ears. He couldn't figure it out, what would they earn with this weapon? Isn't this a loss-making business?

During the few seconds that Alva Burns was thinking, the 107 rocket launcher blasted towards the distance. He quickly got up, knelt down on one knee, and carefully looked towards the fire point in front. A burst of ashes , I can't see anything, but the firepower is obviously dumb, and there are people in front of us cheering loudly.

Any fortifications are scum in the face of artillery shells, not to mention the 107 artillery, which can be listed as a guerrilla artifact, is famous all over the world for its violent lethality.

Alva Burns took advantage of this point of fire being pulled out, jumped up all of a sudden, held a carbine, bent over and moved forward quickly, and did not forget to run a few steps before making tactical moves. This kind of high-intensity exercise is indeed a young man It can only be played, and people who have not received special training can't do it at all.

Up to now, tactical actions have evolved into one of the important factors of individual soldiers' literacy. Every action is accumulated by the predecessors under bullets and blood. It is already the most perfect, but the premise is also to have physical strength, which is why The head of the team will have the idea of ​​​​retirement.

People will grow old!

"Quick! Bring up the spare weapon."

Seeing that the firepower point of the commanding height was blown up, the second lieutenant in the back hurriedly shouted. The soldiers who were still wailing on the ground didn't care. A fierce-looking, bearded man, resembling an Anglo-Saxon, was holding a Satmai Ameli machine gun, which used 5.56×45mm NATO standard bullets, and was actually a light assault machine gun. The main reason is that it is light, compact, easy to carry, and can be used in the final stage of assault operations, so there is still a market.

Especially the mercenaries, many machine gunners are particularly fond of Spanish products. Although the country is fading away, the industry is still objective to a certain extent. The recoil was shaking, and the facial muscles were grim. After firing about two hundred rounds of bullets, he took out a grenade from the small bag on the edge of his overalls, pulled the fuse, and swung his arm vigorously.

Perfect parabola!

And, the perfect explosion.

The second lieutenant's shouting stopped abruptly, and the others took advantage of this time to finally charge towards the center of Nightingale!

Hearing the report from the soldiers, Diage Hassan was furious, gritted his teeth, picked up the Austrian sharpshooter Steyr MPi69 submachine gun on the table, put on his helmet, shouted to the staff, and charged back!

There is no lack of charge in modern warfare, but when this trait occurs in African troops, it is rare, but this is also the characteristic of the 3rd regiment, living to death!

Of course, some people stopped. Most of these were his classmates. They had no obligation to die for Somalia. They just stood there and took out the letter of surrender in their arms. These were all approved by Diag Hassan. Yes, they looked at Diage who ran out, with guilt flashing in their eyes.

After all, it is a shameful act to abandon a comrade-in-arms at this time, but in the face of dignity and survival, they chose the latter, which is understandable.

The sound of gunfire and roars outside was deafening.

The $100,000 promise made by the Zaire Warlord can make people excited. Alva Burns raised his hand to shoot with a carbine in his hand, not daring to get too close to the large army, because he could easily be concentrated.

With his sharp eyes, he saw a few black men in neat military uniforms coming out of a civilian house, and he immediately saw the stars on the shoulders of the other party. His eyes lit up, it was a few big fish, and he immediately took off the grenade , and threw it towards the opponent.

Three or four seconds later, there was a bang!

All of them rushed to the street, Alva Burns was still worried, he took a gun and fired a burst, killing them first, and then went over cautiously, can he survive under this chain? See that epaulet, Colonel? His eyes lit up, and he quickly tore off the epaulettes!

"Thank you very much, sir, for a good journey."

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At 17:11 in the afternoon, the town of Nightingale was completely breached, and tens of thousands of people rushed in.

Of course, the situation is very chaotic, robbing the loot, the warlord of Zaire said that as long as they win, these belong to them, of course, some people are looking for the commander, as long as they get the opponent's epaulets, there must be extra money Take it, but after turning around, except for some lieutenants, I didn't see the school officer, and they just thought that Diag Hassan had escaped.

After spitting, expressing his helplessness, he joined the snatching team.

At 16:25 in the evening, Zaire announced to the outside world that it had recovered the important town of Nightingale and killed Diag Hassan, the colonel of the 3rd Regiment! At the press conference, the photos of his death and the epaulets were shown, which immediately attracted a large number of flashes. This is important news, which marks that the so-called expeditionary force in Somalia has been disabled.

At the press conference, Mobutu made no secret of his arrogance and complacency, "Let those Somalis go to Zaire! We want revenge and hit Mogadishu!"

"Bang bang bang!"

General Hassan in Mogadishu is not so calm He smashed his beloved porcelain bottle and kept roaring in the office, although the 3rd regiment was wiped out and only two battalions , and the remaining part escaped by chance because they did not get together, but his nephew died, which made him feel distressed, but he was more surprised. Why did the town of Nightingale just break down?

Couldn't he hold out for at least two or three days, and then he could encircle the opponent and take him down in one fell swoop, but now... the first mixed division didn't outflank it at all, and the other supporters were gone, Hassan felt furious.

He propped himself on the table, out of breath, with red eyes, he knew that there must be something wrong in it, who wants Diage to die the most?

Basil?

Or your own sons?

Or... the Asian?

Now it's all gone, and the trump card in his hand has been completely defeated.

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