After considering and hesitating for a moment, Wollman still agreed to assign a hundred of his men to Lin Rui's mercenary command, along with a few armed trucks.

While the troops were being deployed, Lin Rui asked Crazy Horse, "What do you think, are these guys usable?"

"So-so, although it is only a few remnants of the defeated African soldiers, and the fighting quality is low. But the armed pickups were not bad, except that they were all equipped with large-caliber machine guns, and one was equipped with a recoilless gun. It's a bit clumsy, but it's still usable. However, more than a dozen shells on the car have passed their expiration date. God knows if it will blow up then. Crazy Horse shrugged.

"The militants in Africa do not have any habit of maintaining guns at all. Their purpose is to use them to death and throw them away. Of course, the weapon will never have much combat effectiveness when used in this way. But there's no time to train them, and they don't pay tuition anyway. Sergey, let all these African black brothers get in the car. We'll have to set up our defenses before the Order arrives. Lin Rui turned his head and shouted.

"Got it, boss. There, Sergei instructed the African soldiers to get into the car and then drove all the way to the northern suburbs.

They set up roadblocks and laid mines everywhere from the fork in the road in the northern suburbs to the pass into the city. It is hoped that the passage of enemy troops will be denied. At least slow down the opponent's travel speed. Most of the roads were already clogged with sandbags and piled up as a breastwork. Many rolled blade barbed nets were pulled apart at the main access junctions. Park Dong-sang is directing several blacks to help him plant a roadside bomb.

At this time, the southwestern position had become a pot of porridge, and the Secret Society's armed forces deployed in depth began to shell Wollman's army with mortars, and according to the pre-planned area, the infantry units arranged on the southeast side of the Secret Society poured piles of shells on the marked shelling points.

In the sound of rag-like tearing, grenades fell from the sky, blasting columns of water in the Naryi River. Shells were constantly hitting buildings in the city, sending broken bricks flying everywhere. As the Order's infantry attacked, Wollman's defenders began to counterattack, ammunition whizzing sideways. There was fire everywhere, and the city was full of bullets.

Shells fell one after another, and some of Wollman's positions were directly blown into a sea of blazing fire, and some bunkers were even torn to pieces by shells and fortifications. Shells kicked up columns of smoke in the north of the city, blasting down dirt and building debris that buried the Wollman defenders in the position. Bullets flew everywhere, fiery killings and screams mingled.

As soon as an armed assault vehicle of the Secret Society rushed into the street, it was destroyed by a roaring grenade and burst into flames, and the armed men of the Secret Society, covered in fire, struggled to climb out of the burning vehicle, and in the blink of an eye, they were enveloped in a rain of machine-gun bullets that were wildly strafing. Wolman's personal guards were all dispatched, their military quality was superior to that of ordinary soldiers, and the grenade launchers in their hands were far more threatening to the Order's vehicles than throwing grenades.

It was because of these brave black buddies that Wolman's defenders were able to hold their ground temporarily.

Due to the Wolman Guards at the outpost, the Order was unable to advance this time, and had to move to the eastern front. After breaking through the position laid out on the east side of the street, the Secret Order forces had approached the main position of Wollman's army. The loss of the street on the east side made Wolman almost enraged, summoned the officer in charge of the guard to the office with a phone call, severely reprimanded him, and ordered him to immediately organize his troops and quickly retake his position.

His anger for a few days burst out at this time, and he almost shot the officer on the spot.

In just a few tens of minutes, the Secret Order forces were in a hurry again, and the reinforcements were scattered by the Wolman forces again. In this case, Wolman was on the front line to direct the counterattack, while some of his armed men counterattacked from behind the Order. After repeated fierce battles, the Secret Society's forces that were approaching the front line of the main position were finally repulsed, and the streets were recaptured, and the positions there were restored, temporarily stabilizing the situation.

However, a small number of Order's armed men lurked at the front of the position, where they engaged the Wolman soldiers. The brutality of the eastern position was almost shocking, with corpses everywhere, from the Order to General Wolman, and to civilians who had not had time to evacuate.

Even the corpses of civilians are mostly locals, and although Wollman used violent means to expel them before the war, these black civilians have nowhere to go, and some can't help but come back. In the midst of the battle between the two sides, there were corpses everywhere, pillows on top of each other.

For this situation in the position in the southwest city, Lin Rui is not surprised at all. He knew that due to the rapid changes in the battlefield situation, in order to maintain the stability of the defense, the defending side must be able to respond quickly.

For example, once the enemy breaks through, reserves should be dispatched quickly so that the breakthrough can be quickly closed, the enemy in depth can be wiped out when the foothold is not stable, the gap in the position caused by the enemy can be filled in time, and the enemy can quickly change the deployment when the enemy changes the direction of the main attack, and form a new defensive direction, and so on. The key to meeting the requirements is to have a strong reserve. And these Wollman don't have it, so they can only engage in such a tug-of-war of advance and retreat.

This is also the same as they expected before, not to win, but to delay and delay.

Clouds of smoke from the explosion in the distance surged up one after another.

Along these fires, more bullets whizzed over the devastated African city, and the sound of large, dull explosions continued to sound. A tanker truck used to block the road was destroyed, and the scorching flames swelled and spread out. Along the streets, the sky-high heat engulfs everything. One house after another exploded in the firelight, and the flames seemed to erupt from all corners of the buildings. It's burning everywhere.

The southwestern part of the city erupted in a continuous stream of loud explosions, as if everything was burning together. That scene was so shocking.

Lin Rui looked at the firelight in the distance, looked down at the time again, turned around and said, "Pay attention, the battle situation is stalemate there at Wolman, but we are also fast here." ”

"It's been ready for a long time. The enemy forces were currently three kilometers away from the north flank, and Cobain had already been keeping an eye on them through satellites. Shogishi replied.

Lin Rui nodded, "Very good, the current battle movement will make the militants of the Secret Order think that Wollman has been pinned down in the southwest, so they can speed up their advance with confidence." We caught them off guard. ”