Of course, Shang Jie and Sima Ting opened their hearts, but Lut was about to cry.

Again, rewind the clock to a few minutes ago...

In the face of the resistance of the Chinese peacekeeping forces, when he found that the car bomb unit he sent out did not get any results, Lu was so angry that he almost crushed the telescope in his hand.

Seeing that the pickup trucks on his side were blown up, a heavy machine gun was destroyed, and one of his subordinates was killed by the peacekeepers of Huaxia State, Root's heart felt like blood.

But despite this, Root still did not give up, and when the first wave of attacking troops was obviously frustrated, Root immediately organized a second round of attacking troops and threw them into battle.

At the same time, the two mortars in Root's hands were also placed, and after seeing the mortar shells flying into the position of the Chinese peacekeeping force, Root's face finally looked a lot better.

Subsequently, after seeing with his own eyes an off-road vehicle and an infantry combat vehicle of the Chinese peacekeeping force, one after another mortar shells hit, Root almost jumped up in excitement.

In the past, the few people under Root's who were responsible for controlling the mortars were actually very average, and it basically took several rounds before they could hit the target.

But today's performance was like a hanging, in the first round of shooting, two shells had already approached the position of the Chinese peacekeeping troops, and the second round was even more successful.

Later, they destroyed the off-road vehicles and infantry combat vehicles of the Chinese peacekeeping force, and their performance shocked Rutt and made him feel extremely excited.

Watching one shell after another explode in the position of the Chinese peacekeeping force, Root at this time was already planning to add chicken legs to those subordinates at night.

At one point, he began to think that the peacekeeping forces of the Huaxia Kingdom would be destroyed, so he quickly asked the second wave of attacking troops to speed up and strive to take away one wave.

But just as Root thought he was about to succeed and eliminate the Chinese peacekeeping force, two mortar shells passed over Root's head.

According to the previous situation, Lut's subordinates who added chicken legs in the past few nights, no matter how two shells lost their accuracy, at least one of them could hit the position of the Chinese peacekeeping force.

But this time, one of the shells did not hit the position of the Huaxia peacekeeping force, but the other not only did not hit, but directly hit the position on his side.

For the first time, considering various reasons, Rout didn't say anything when he saw this, and he frowned slightly, quietly waiting for the next round of shells.

However, when the next round of two shells all hit his side, Root was directly stunned, and he didn't know what was going on for a while.

However, this was clearly just the beginning, and only a few seconds later, two more shells flew over Root's head, and then one smashed on the top of his own man.

"Fuck, do these guys have eyes on their butts?"

Looking at his subordinates who flew up in the explosion, Rult, who looked angry, opened his mouth and scolded, his tone extremely angry.

Of course, the surprises were much more than that, after the mortar shells successively fell on the heads of the first wave of militants, the shells that flew overhead, although they did not hit them, went back several hundred meters.

Looking at the light of the fire rising between the first and second waves of militants in the darkness, Root seemed to understand something, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Root's suspicion was quickly confirmed, and after an interval of more than ten seconds, two more mortar shells flew over their heads.

And this time, the target of these two shells was the convoy of militants attacking in the second wave!

As two fireballs, one large and one small, were raised, and in the telescope, Root could clearly see that one shell exploded between several militants, while the other hit the first pickup truck.

As the flames rose, the entire pickup truck turned into a cloud of debris and splattered in all directions, as for the several militants who were still sitting on the pickup truck, at this time, unless a professional forensic doctor came, you couldn't tell which one was from the pile of scorching things.

"What's going on?"

Root, who was a little stupid, turned his head and asked the adjutant beside him.

As Root's adjutant, as his left arm and right arm, it was the first time he had seen such an expression on the face of his own boss.

For what he saw in front of him, for the huge contrast from the beginning to the back, the adjutant who turned his head looked at the fire that was about a kilometer or two away behind him, and the adjutant who swallowed a mouthful of saliva finally said in an uncertain tone: "The peacekeeping forces of the Huaxia Kingdom may have taken control of our two mortars!"

Things have developed to this point, looking at the two mortars that were originally pouring shells towards the Huaxia position, and suddenly pouring shells towards their side in the blink of an eye. The adjutant at this time, after making sure that the four militants sent out were not blind, mentally retarded and stupid, got this only explanation.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, although he already had the answer in his heart, Lute, who heard the news, his face was sluggish, and the telescope in his hand also fell directly to the ground.

Immediately, the adjutant saw that his boss's originally sluggish expression suddenly became crazy and hideous.

Root, who pulled the adjutant by, shouted directly at his adjutant: "Then what are you doing now, why don't you snatch our mortars back! If you really can't get them back, then you can hold the explosives for me and blow it up for me!"

As Root said this, a succession of shells continued to explode in the second wave of the attacking convoy of militants, and after the first pickup truck was blown to slag, another pickup truck was delighted.

Looking at Root's hideous appearance, feeling the thick killing intent in the other party's eyes, the adjutant who was sprayed with saliva by his own boss, did not dare to have any hesitation at this time, turned his head and began to mobilize manpower, and then planned to destroy the mortar position occupied by the peacekeeping forces of the Chinese State.

Although Root and the others had guessed that the only two mortars in their hands had now changed hands and become the weapons of the Huaxia peacekeeping forces, and were now bombing them continuously, Root, who was not aware of the danger, did not know that Shang Jie and Sima Ting at this time had already put their minds on Root.

On the mortar position one or two kilometers away, Shang Jie and Sima Ting at this time were still busy stuffing shells into the mortar barrels.

Just now, after feeling that the bombing of the first wave of militants was no longer of much value, Shang Jie and Sima Ting turned their targets to the convoy of militants who were responsible for supporting the second wave. Facing the advancing convoy, after the first round of test firing, Lady Luck really fell on the two of them.

As Root had just seen, the second round of shells hit several militants, killing them, and the other hit a pickup truck, destroying the pickup truck's heavy machine guns along with the truck's heavy machine guns.

Subsequently, the two, who did not dare to delay, kept smashing shells on the heads of these militants. And these two mortars, while inflicting huge losses on these militants, also made the second group of militants unable to launch an offensive.

Of course, at this time, the two of them were also refreshed, watching one shell after another explode among the militants, and the two felt that they had endless strength to use it.

"Chameleon, raccoon, I'm a lone wolf!"

It was also at this time that Jiang Chen's voice came from the headsets of the two.

"Here!"

Shang Jie and Sima Ting, who heard the voice, also stopped what they were doing, and then shouted in unison.

"Well done you two!"

In the defensive position a few kilometers away, looking at the militants who were blown up by the two, Jiang Chen, who couldn't help but show a smile on his face, opened his mouth to boast.

At this time, Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel glad for his previous prevention and deployment.

If there was no such step, now these endless shells, in the face of the mortar positions that are helpless, are estimated to have all smashed on the top of their heads.

Although there are He Mingzhe and a few people, plus the assistance of an infantry chariot, the pressure on Jiang Chen's side is still huge, after all, the convoy of militants supporting the second wave still carries a lot of heavy weapons.

However, as the two mortars were successfully snatched by Shang Jie and Sima Ting, the situation also changed dramatically in an instant, as one shell after another smashed on the heads of these militants, Jiang Chen also saw the convoy of militants who came to support, and their pickup trucks were also hit by shells one after another.

In just over a minute, the initiative on the battlefield was once again on Jiang Chen's side, and these militants in the distance seemed to have no time to take care of Jiang Chen's place, and they were busy dodging the shells that might fall from the sky at any time.

It is precisely because of this that Jiang Chen, who saw the opportunity, was determined to expand the results of the battle, or even end the battle directly.

After complimenting him, Jiang Chen's face was also a lot more solemn, and he asked, "How is the situation over there?"

"The mortar position has been taken by us a long time ago, and the militants may not have reacted yet, and we plan to shoot more shells before they react!"

From just now to now, I don't know how many shells have been fired, but Sima Ting, who knows that there are a lot of shell boxes piled up next to him, replied when he saw this.

"How many shells are left over there!"

After listening to Sima Ting's words, Jiang Chen, who nodded, asked.

Although he didn't know why Jiang Chen asked this, Sima Ting, who stood up, continued to answer after seeing that there were still several boxes of shells on the body of the pickup truck: "There should be quite a few, and they can still fight more than ten or twenty rounds!"

Jiang Chen's eyes lit up when he heard this, and then he asked, "Are you interested in doing a big thing?"