Chapter 338: Fighting the counterfeit goods owner is fierce and cheap!
Engels led three paratroopers along the path and climbed to the back of a hillside, where the roar of machine guns could be heard.
And there were shouts and curses from officers.
He suddenly felt something warm on his nose. When he touched it, he could not see clearly, but judging from the sticky feeling, he must be bleeding!
He casually wiped it on his trousers, "Kareem!"
A fierce-looking corporal holding an M249 machine gun and wearing tactical glasses bent over.
"You take Siel around from the west side, while Madison and I attack from the right side. The first goal is to blow up the machine gun position!"
Corporal Karem nodded. Just as he was about to stand up, he hesitated and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay? Second Lieutenant."
Engels was startled and patted his shoulder.
"Follow me, Syl." Karem shouted, running towards the west with another superior soldier.
Engels led Madison to climb up a boulder on the right side, where he could clearly see the flames gushing out.
He took out an ANM14 incendiary grenade!
With so many people, we must give them a hard meal.
Victor also liked to blow it when throwing it. Engels flicked it hard and the anm14 flew out. In the blink of an eye, a chemical reaction occurred and huge energy was ejected.
It can reach 1000° in an instant!
If it's stained with fire, you can't shake it off even if you want.
"Ah!!! Ah!!!"
The two foreign legionnaires who were closer were on fire, screaming, and subconsciously rushed towards the others.
When people are in fear and death, what they like most is to look for similar people. Of course, they want the other person to help.
But who wouldn’t be scared when they see a burning man coming?
You can only watch as the other person hugs you and then rolls down the hillside!
“Hit!” Engels stood up from the big rock and fired at the bottom. His companions quickly followed.
Who can see clearly at night, just scan it.
The machine gun position went silent instantly.
After destroying this position, Engels still felt that he was not addicted. Taking advantage of the darkness, he led his men to continue attacking other firepower points.
When the sky dawns and the morning glow shines on the horizon, the last moonlight is reflected on the sea, disappearing after a wave of waves.
San Benedicto Island is littered with corpses!
The smell of blood and gun smoke permeated this small island of less than 10 square kilometers.
Several raised hillsides are covered with bullet holes and black marks from incendiary bombs.
Seagulls were squawking and circling. Some of them seemed to have bad bladders, so they pooped out a piece of shit and dropped it into the mouth of a corpse full of tattoos.
Drug dealers deserve to eat bird poop!
On the beach, more than two dozen Northern Army soldiers were looking for survivors with guns on their backs. A corporal turned over a Spanish soldier, who looked very stiff. He suddenly felt something was wrong and shouted loudly, "Still alive!"
The soldier next to him took out his gun and pointed it at him.
The Spanish soldier opened his eyes, raised his hands, and was about to speak when he saw the other side pulling the trigger!
Tu tu tu tu tu!
Blood suddenly appeared on his back, and he stared, lying on the ground like a dead dog, dead in a foreign country.
The sound of gunshots startled several enemy soldiers who were lying among the corpses and trying to deceive them by pretending to be dead. As soon as they took two steps, they were beaten to death in a pool of blood.
On the top of a hillside.
Engels’s hair was sloppy, and it was sticky with blood and smoke.
His face was covered with dirt, he tilted his head and lit a cigarette for himself. It could be clearly seen that the little finger of his right hand was blown off, but his face was expressionless and there was only deep tiredness in his eyes.
One night, he led a team of four to raid seven machine gun positions and killed at least dozens of people. Engels did not know the exact number.
The four-man team lost one person...
Engels took a deep breath of air. Although the sea breeze also had a sticky and fishy smell,...
"It's so good to be alive."
He raised his head and sighed, and suddenly heard the sonic boom of fighter jets in the sky, wow~!
Flying directly over, the seawater below seemed to be cut into two pieces.
“Our plane!” A health worker tied with a red cross jumped up and cheered, raising his hands. Engels squinted and discovered that this was not a single person, but a formation.
There were about three planes flying towards the west.
"It seems to be flying to Roca Partida Island. Is the fighting over there not over yet?" the health worker said blankly.
According to the plan, we started attacking from two islands, one on the left and one on the right. There was no news from there yet, and it seemed that they were in a state of anxiety.
Engels's expression was a little solemn.
Roca Partida Island!
In a cave, an armored vehicle blocked the door. The machine gun on it was pointing out. They were all corpses. The broken limbs and arms were too horrible to look at!
Who knew the guards here were so ruthless?
The armored vehicle was also hidden in the hole. It couldn't get close at all. Even with a rocket launcher, there was no way to aim. The opponent shrank back, except for the wall being shaken by the explosion.
I wanted to go around in a roundabout way, but there were more than a dozen corpses left in the small hole next to me.
"If we can't defeat it, then let the officers charge me with explosives! Whoever can rush in first will be rewarded by me!" A lieutenant colonel, the commander of the battlefield, shouted loudly with red eyes. .
Had it not been for the pulling of others, he would have rushed forward.
"Sir, air support is coming, let us move back!" The sergeant with the communication equipment said to the lieutenant colonel who was almost chewing his teeth.
“Withdraw!”
The Northern Army soldiers who were also complaining on the front line heard the order and retreated one after another to create a gap.
The Spanish Foreign Legion soldiers who were hiding in the cave and resisting found that there was no sound outside. A bearded man hurriedly made a pause gesture, bent over and crawled out, and took a look.
"Why did the Mexicans withdraw?!"
His head was confused. If he pressed it again, the cave would surrender. No, you just gave up halfway?
Suddenly, he felt the roar of an engine in the sky. He squinted and saw a fighter jet rushing over and launching a missile in mid-air!
AGM-65! !
The Spaniard's pupils were frozen, and he could only watch helplessly as the flaming "Maverick" rushed into the cave aggressively, hitting the armored vehicle in the middle.
Boom!
A huge wave of air and flames rushed out, and even the air seemed to be shaking.
Half the cave collapsed, leaving only thick black smoke.
"Charge! Charge!!"
The lieutenant colonel below jumped up, took a rifle from the guard, pulled the bolt, and took the lead in charging.
The "road of death" that was originally tens of meters long has ceased to exist, which also means that the vitality of Roca Partida Island has been completely wiped out!
Two islands, one on the left and one on the right, were captured, and the arrows were aimed at the largest island in the Reviagigedo Islands, Socorro Island!
On this island, it is said that there are more than 3,000 troops!
The war enters the second stage!
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Depth of the Sonora Desert.
More than a dozen Humvees were speeding, and the heavily armed personnel were not easy to mess with at first glance, and they were also riding heavy machine guns.
A lizard crawled out of the hole when he heard the noise. Before he could figure out what was going on, his head was crushed. When the car passed by, he saw a pool of blood and two legs. Twitching.
The Hummer convoy rounded a steep slope and suddenly saw a factory lying across the yellow sand. When the convoy approached, they saw an armed helicopter and a Humvee approaching.
A person got off the head car of the motorcade, walked over with his ID and handed it to the other party.
When the other party saw it, he got busy and stood beside the car.
When the convoy drives past, salute, "Loyalty!"
Close to the factory, you can still see the shooting holes above and the Vulcan cannon set up, and not far away There is also a radar truck and two American AC-2 anti-aircraft missiles parked! The armed security guard raised his gun and watched the convoy enter.
Inside the factory, you can see soldiers standing in all corners. The security is so tight that it is comparable to the Tijuana Governor's Palace.
This is the "Sonora Arsenal!"
Covering an area of more than 20,000 square meters, this was originally a private prison for drug dealers. After being controlled by the Northern Army, it expanded into what it is today. arsenal.
Of course Victor didn’t just rely on points to work. He felt that he still had to produce by himself. He opened many factories in the north and used points to exchange for production lines from World War II, such as T34, Tiger heavy tanks, Sherman...
It may be outdated for you to go to the battlefields of Europe and Asia.
But in Africa...
That is also a very powerful weapon!
If you want to earn foreign exchange, you have to "make arms". These arms factories were integrated together to create the "Northern Group!"
In addition to this, Victor also opened some A civilian factory is debugging a thing called a pager, planning to sell it to Asia and Africa.
These livelihood factories are: "Northern Civil Group!".
As for the Sonora Arsenal, it is quite special. Victor exchanged points for more than a dozen military industry experts and handed over some Soviet weapons and American weapons to the other party for reverse research and cracking, mainly some mainstream weapons during the Cold War. .
Aren’t you Americans going to fuck me?
I make fakes!
I have destroyed your market share. You sell it for 20,000, and I sell it for 6,000, focusing on cheap and good products.
Why are American things so expensive?
Eighty to ninety percent of the cost lies in the four words of independent research and development, and they do not disclose many secrets.
Bah!
It is simply seeking arms hegemony and arms monopoly.
Victor will kill you!
These experts are not cheap, costing about 6 million each. Their abilities are basically equivalent to those of senior military engineers in the Soviet Union. Intellectuals are still expensive.
Victor exchanged points for real goods and let the military industry experts "take them apart" for fun. It is not easy to imitate cats and tigers.
The production workers are some military personnel and most military dependents.
The salary is very high, basically four or five times that of workers outside.
Victor felt a scorching heat when he got off the car. Wearing sunglasses, he saw a dark-skinned lieutenant colonel running over with people, standing and saluting excitedly.
"General!"
"I'm here to disturb you." Victor said with a smile.
"Welcome to the general for inspection!"
The people behind him applauded.
If your applause is not loud enough, you will have to be pulled over by the Thirteen Taipas to teach you. Didn’t you see George Smiley standing next to you looking around with evil eyes?
This head of the Thirteen Taibao...has a very dark mind!
“Go and have a look at the workshop.”
The lieutenant colonel quickly led the way, not forgetting to introduce, “We currently have 2,239 employees at the Sonora Arsenal, including 212 technicians, frontline There are 1,913 workers..."
"It can produce 700,000 rounds of standard bullets a month. The two production lines can produce a total of 200 American M249 machine guns and assemble 2,000 rounds of 155-caliber artillery shells every month!"
These are certainly not all produced at the Sonora Arsenal.
For example, bullet casings, artillery shell casings and some other processes will be bid for production by "cooperating" Mexican companies, but if you look closely, these companies have a background in the Northern Alliance of Mexico.
That is, semi-official.
It is equivalent to exchanging money from one hand to another, and then recruiting workers to increase the employment rate.
"I heard that the BGM-109 cruise missile has been launched?"
The lieutenant colonel puffed up his chest when he heard this, "Yes!"
This is not easy. Although Victor said that Dui's military workers are planning to push back, the workload inside is not that simple.
This kind of reverse engineering means buying advanced foreign weapons and equipment, using high-precision surveying and mapping instruments to conduct overall and partial surveying and modeling, and then replicating these weapons based on these measurement results. To put it simply, it is high-tech. "Copycat".
That is, crossing the river by touching the American troops.
The vultures have turned into Statham.
It is not easy to deduce it in any way.
"Has it been tested?"
When the Lieutenant Colonel heard this, his expression was a little embarrassing again, "It has been sent to the Air Force for testing. The maximum cruise Mach number we developed is only 0.65, the maximum range is 990 kilometers, and the hit accuracy is It is also relatively large, about 100 meters, but we are also equipped with inertial guidance + GPS map matching guidance + image guidance, and the explosive power is the same as the 454 kilogram high-explosive warhead carried by the US military. "
"And. , if necessary, we can continue to adjust, the high-explosive warhead becomes 500 kilograms, and the speed and range will be reduced in the worst case, but it is enough to launch from Mexico to the United States."
"But our cost is only . Half of the BGM-109 is about 500,000 US dollars."
"The price is not cheap." Victor trembled when he heard the cost and asked with a frown.
"General, we can sell to the Middle East. People there are not short of money." The lieutenant colonel said hurriedly, then paused, "Asian countries are also fine."
"You have already thought about the buyer. , it seems that I am prepared."
The lieutenant colonel sneered.
"However, I have a few small opinions."
Hearing what the general said, the lieutenant colonel and the few people behind him quickly took out their notebooks and notes and wrote them down.
"I think we still have to get rid of some unnecessary things, such as inertial guidance + GPS map matching guidance + image guidance. This kind of thing is useless. It is too high-tech and many countries cannot use it."
"Weapons only have a few elements: they can explode big, fly far, and are cheap!"
"If precision guidance doesn't work, then use coverage strikes! As long as it's cheap, we have no shortage of buyers."
>Fancy!
It’s a blast!
It’s so crazy that your girlfriend doesn’t even recognize you.
You are accurate to 30 meters, I will blast the nearby 300 meters, who is the best?
"What propeller does the Tomahawk use?"
"ARC solid fuel booster."
Victor was quiet, he asked casually, who knew the Lieutenant Colonel Speaking of a term that he didn't understand at all, he coughed and said, "Then find a way to extend the distance and make missiles that African friends can afford, then they are good missiles!"
Bang bang bang!
Everyone applauded.
"When you give birth, I'll let you name it." Victor patted the lieutenant colonel's name and encouraged him.
"Thank you, General!" the other party said excitedly.
If you don’t want to be excited, you have to be excited.
Don't you dare to be excited?
Victor walked around the workshop again and then left. He understood that if the leader stayed too long, he would annoy people.
"General, do you want to go and see the military experts?"
"Let's go and have a look." Just as Victor was about to follow him upstairs, he saw his secretary running over, his tone low. Said a few words in a very low voice.
The lieutenant colonel consciously stood far away.
"Fighted down? Not bad! Send a congratulatory message to the front line, and hope that they will continue their efforts. The remaining Socorro Island will be bombed first. After the bombing reaches the point where no bird dares to touch the ground, we can attack."
"Go straight to the Mk-84 2000-pound aerial bomb!"
"Blow them up!"
Victor said, turning his head and looking at the lieutenant colonel, "Can we imitate it?"
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(End of this chapter)