Chapter 93 Please call me Victor...General? !
Waybach Dioufra, nicknamed: Desert Ant, is sitting on the SA34 "Baby Gazelle". He belongs to a South African mercenary company named: EO! (South African Strategic Resources Company!)
They don’t care who the customer is, as long as you pay them, all you have to consider is how you sit where you want to sit.
Participated in many coups and has rich combat experience.
"I hate the sea!" Vayerbach looked down at the rolling waves below and muttered a few words. Just by hearing his name, you knew that he was suitable for desert warfare.
"According to the plan, Popeye, you rush in from the northwest corner of the island, set up a fire network on the spot, don't go deep!" He held down the headset and ordered.
“Understood!”
I saw a Bell 214 flying towards the selected location.
It was a piece of Gobi Desert. The mercenary nicknamed Popeye grabbed the armrest. The skilled man boldly leaned out, squinted his eyes and looked around, and waved a gesture towards the pilot to signal him Drop down.
“Get ready!”
The sound of bullets being loaded suddenly sounded everywhere in the cabin.
“God bless!”
“With this sale, I can buy a piano for my daughter.”
“Amen!”
< br>The mercenaries were very calm. They were used to life and death and war, and the calmer they became.
For them, this was just an ordinary landing on the island. I heard that the target was a policeman. They had fought warlords in Africa. Did the police have as much firepower as the warlords?
Bell 212 found the right place to land. As soon as Popeye got off the plane, he felt something was wrong. It seemed... a little too quiet!
The sound of the sea water washing made him feel a little uneasy.
Looking at the 17 members of the team starting to deploy firepower in the Gobi Desert, they were about to hold down their earphones to report when suddenly, they saw a red line appear in the sky.
flare!
The word popped into Popeye's mind instantly.
Then a large number of flares were blasted into the sky, lighting up the sky for an instant.
The mercenaries in the Gobi Desert were a little confused.
"Charge! Rush in!" Popeye reacted quickly. At this time, it was impossible to evacuate, so he had to rush in first.
“Póngalo! (Put!)”
There were 10 M-30 122mm howitzers placed 600 meters behind the Gobi Desert. As the order was issued, the neatly arranged howitzers were fired instantly.
The artillery fire directly covered the Gobi Desert.
Boom! boom! boom!
The valuable Bell 212 was directly blown to pieces.
Wayerbach stared at the sky in the distance. When he saw the flares, he realized something was wrong. Looking at the flames rising in the distance, he knew that a mercenary team was useless.
"Fly over and blow them up, fuck! Where did the police get the artillery?"
The pilot was driving a helicopter carrying two missiles. As long as he found an artillery position and fired one at them, everything would be fine!
"Be careful of ground air defense!" the technician on the SA34 "Antelope" suddenly shouted. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a series of bullets shooting up from below.
The pilot, who worked well with the technician, suddenly pulled the control lever, but someone in the cabin lost his balance, stumbled and fell out of the open door, screaming followed by a dull thud. The sound stopped suddenly.
"TMD, kill it! Kill it!" Vayerbach shouted with red eyes, pointing at the twin anti-aircraft machine guns below.
The pilot looked solemn and pressed the launch button.
The 20mm cannon fired at the anti-aircraft guns hidden below, and the bullets hit the ground and splashed dust.
The twin machine guns suddenly misfired, and there was no time to be happy.
On the small high ground not far away, two figures appeared, carrying "Blowpipe" portable surface-to-air missiles on their shoulders. This thing was too familiar to Wayebach.
He himself served in the UK.
MD!
Is this the police?
"Evasion! Avoidance!" Vayerbach's voice became shrill.
Whoosh~
The blowpipe launches!
No matter what you do, if you fly the helicopter so low, aren't you just looking for death?
The pilot gritted his teeth and blushed, his neck thickened, and Wayebach stared with horror in his eyes, but it didn't help.
I could only watch as the blowpipe hit the plane.
It disintegrated directly in mid-air.
Desert ants have to go to the desert. Aren't you just looking for death in mid-air?
This also illustrates the truth. No matter how awesome you are on land, your life in the sky belongs to others.
A dug semi-underground command room.
Victor looked at the fireball in mid-air with a telescope, fell into the sea, and patted his thigh happily, "Not bad, record the merit, and promote them after the battle."
He originally wanted to be equipped with the FIM-92, which is the Stinger.
But the Yankees’ products are more high-tech, and the charging system and operating procedures are more complicated, so they replaced them with blowpipe anti-aircraft missiles.
Casare looked at Victor like this.
He didn’t even know whether to call him director or general.
Loyalty is the right thing to do anyway.
"Director, the drug traffickers' landing force has been discovered elsewhere. Do you want to open fire?" "Open fire!"
...
More than 20 assault boats are preparing to log in from the pier.
We are about to go ashore.
The AK-630M 30mm 6-barreled naval guns placed on both sides of the pier opened fire.
Have you seen the huge fire network?
Scan directly.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" A young drug dealer huddled on the assault boat, the gun in his hand was thrown away, and his face was covered with blood and he screamed in horror. , a smell of urine came out from the crotch.
He was so scared that he peed!
Boss, you lied to me!
You said you came to fight the police, are you a warlord? !
He wanted to go home, he wanted to go back to find his mother. When he stood up, he wanted to jump into the water. As soon as he stood up, he jumped~
The upper body was completely gone.
It turned into rain.
The lower body fell into the water, and the marine life that had been waiting below swarmed up. In an instant, the 300 meters in front of the pier became a restricted area.
Use naval guns to hit assault boats.
Who can do this?
Of course there is also luck.
The mercenaries of EO Company landed ashore by luck. They quickly lay down and planned to crawl low. They used the blind spot of the naval gun's firepower to climb up.
Huh?
Suddenly something appeared in front of him, with a sentence written on it in English. The mercenary squinted and saw the words: This is facing the enemy! (This is facing the enemy).
bouncing!
The explosion immediately swept everyone up into the air.
Thoughts before death: "NMB, put a broadsword on the shore!!!"
Victim mode is on.
Victor has arranged 40 broadswords here at the pier. Either these things will explode if you step on them, or they will explode if you touch this area.
After this one exploded, a series of explosions occurred. The mercenary next to the explosion was also bloody and bloody. He fell to the ground and howled while covering his broken leg.
As for what to do if there are residual mines in the future?
Let the drug dealers go away!
Spread your hands and roll them around.
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The explosions frightened the residents of Guadalupe Island.
Many people were hiding in bed and shivering.
In war, civilians have no other option but to pray for cannonballs to have eyes.
Of course, some people are brave enough to lie down in the window and watch.
“The helicopter was shot down!” Good brother Camposte shook Santos’ arm with excitement.
Explosion is a man's romance.
Santos also nodded excitedly, "I said Mr. Victor can protect the island, and I must join his team when I grow up."
Cam Post hesitated. After a moment, "Then I will also sign up for the police academy."
"Will your parents agree?"
"If they don't agree, I will scare them with Mr. Victor!"
Santos looked at him with strange eyes, he was indeed a filial son.
"Then I will drive a tank from now on, and you will be my deputy."
Campost nodded, but said blankly, "Does Mr. Victor have a tank? Isn't he a policeman?"< br>
“Who stipulates that the police cannot have tanks? It’s not like you haven’t seen those rocket launchers. The Mexican government has them and Mr. Victor has them. If they don’t have them, Mr. Victor also has them.”
“It’s amazing. I would say Mr. Victor is like the emperor on TV." Campost opened his mouth.
Santos interrupted him, "No! Sir, he advocates bright justice. The emperor's feudal remnants are simply a slander."
Seeing his brother so excited, Campost curled his lips, " I'm just joking."
What time has it been, there is no emperor.
Oh, there is also Africa!
Can’t Mexico do it?
Stephanie looked at the artillery fire in the distance with her little eyes, and listened to the roaring sound in her ears, feeling only the noise and panic.
She tilted her head and looked at Dexter at the door and asked, "Dad, why do boys like this sound."
Dexter touched her head, Looking at the two half-year-old boys with complicated eyes, "Because people who don't know fear advocate war, but real men are against war."
"What about Mr. Victor? Is he a man?"< br>
Dexter took a deep breath, "He's stopping the war!"
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PS: Two pictures in the afternoon ~ make up 10,000 words!
(End of this chapter)