"The oil pumping station covers an area of 1,300 square meters and has four buildings, in addition to the main entrance, there are two side gates in the west and north. Our goal is to wipe out all enemies and plant time bombs. Pay attention to the fire, there are a lot of oil reservoirs in it. Action time, ten minutes. ”

Pellokov, with twenty people, on foot, quickly approached the oil pumping station a hundred meters ahead.

When the convoy reached the north of the town, it separated, with thirty men and seven vehicles, and went to the main street of Third Avenue to build a defensive line to block the soldiers of the 382nd Regiment.

And the remaining twenty people, led by Pellokov, attacked the oil pumping station.

Pellokov was required to the level of the special operation.

What is a special operation is that the target is clear, the strike is accurate, and the time is swift.

These local armed soldiers have no training in this area at all, and their strategy is still to carry guns, one hit, not afraid of death, simple and direct.

This can be useful in street fighting.

Can be attacked, special operations, it is too far behind.

A total of twenty people attacked the oil pump, eighteen soldiers whose bodies were strengthened to the limit, as well as Pellokov and Hut. After attacking the oil pump, Pelokoff and Hut will each lead ten people, advancing with two arrows, which can echo each other and build a solid fire network.

And the key is time, the marksmanship must be accurate, the attack must be decisive, you can't fall in love, and the time must be fast.

The more than 500 people of the 382nd regiment are not scarecrows, give them time to assemble all, and the fifty people of Pellokov must be explained here.

Ten minutes, if the oil pumping station could not be captured, Pellokov would retreat directly.

The oil well is the main target, and the oil pumping station is the secondary target, even if you can't blow up the Heidinger oil pumping station, you can choose another node.

There were about forty guards at the oil pumping station, as well as a dozen ordinary staff.

The war has not been moved, intelligence is given priority, and Yang Tian will of course attach importance to the important surname of intelligence.

Lizova is an intelligence agent, and Jace is a local expert, and has a lot of connections in the North Soviet Union.

Before the attack on the town of Heidinga, a large amount of intelligence work had been carried out, and a large amount of intelligence money was spilled out, and the layout of the 382nd regiment in the town of Heidinger was basically figured out, the oil pump was the top priority, the terrain, the exit, and the number of guards, of course, all of which were investigated clearly.

And by this time, the guards of the oil pumping station had already received a notice from Nubil, and the main entrance had been pulled up with barbed wire and machine guns.

Nubir gave them the order to hold the pumping station at all costs.

By the time Pellokov and his party appeared in the machine gunner's field of vision, the heavy machine gun had already erupted a chain of flames.

"Dodge." Pellokov roared, rolled sideways like an ape, clinging to the wall next to him, and ducked into the dead end of the heavy machine gun.

A barrage of 12.7mm bullets was like a call from death, shooting at the crowd.

Hute also reacted quickly, and there were eighteen soldiers left, and they all responded well. Maybe their experience and combat quality are not as good as Andrew and Hut, but their physical fitness is definitely not bad.

The soldiers who could be selected by Yang Tian and strengthened to the limit with the Cell Enhancement Instrument were all people with amazing potential and the first strengthening time was more than ten minutes.

And Pellokov and Hut, still under ten minutes.

But even so, there was still a soldier who couldn't dodge, his lower leg was hit by a bouncing bullet, his body was crooked, he was caught up by the moving tongue of fire, and he barely had any ability to resist, he was beaten into a sieve, and several blood holes appeared in his chest, and he couldn't die again.

Casualties, as expected by Pellokov.

These soldiers of the Patriotic Liberation Front have also been on the battlefield, and those who have been hovering on the line of life and death all the year round, such people can survive, and they have their own methods.

These people, for example, are more familiar with sprinting with AKs, and with the help of mobile pickup heavy machine guns, shuttling through complex towns and killing enemies.

This is a habit imprinted in their bones, and perhaps when they encounter danger, their knee-jerk reaction is not to lie down and dodge, but to rush forward with a gun.

Therefore, cell strengthening is one thing, and the necessary training guidance is the key.

Nearly a month of cell strengthening, Pellokov also spent a lot of energy to train, instruct, and change the habits and combat qualities of these soldiers.

But at the moment, the results are not so ideal.

Nineteen people, each of whom found a hidden position, did not need to be commanded by Pylokov, and had already skillfully counterattacked and suppressed fire.

And Pellokov was not idle, almost the moment he was close to the wall, he was already lying down, using his hands and feet, quickly approaching the corner of the wall, looking for the best position to shoot.

Taking a deep breath, he got up suddenly, half-squatting on the ground, and the M4A1 with the optical sight mounted was already firmly on his shoulder.

Inside the scope, the machine gunner who was firing wildly appeared in view.

Boom!

A hundred meters away, the machine gunner was already on his back and fell to the ground, and the suppressed fire disappeared immediately.

A few steps without Pylokov's command, Hut on the other side had already jumped out of the hiding place, and with the help of the debris next to the wall and the columns of the buildings facing the street, he quickly approached the gate in a few seconds when the heavy machine guns were silent.

The bullet swept behind him, and he was in a strange posture, like a writhing snake, walking in an S-shape, unable to aim and lock at all.

At the same time, Pellokov was already crouching, moving quickly on his cat's waist, dodging the continuous bullets, approaching a car parked on the side of the street, and getting up and shooting accurately.

One of the soldiers, who had just taken over from the machine gunner, fell on his back again.

The guards in front of the main gate were probably less than ten, the machine gunners were killed in succession, and the fire of seventeen soldiers was suppressed.

Their marksmanship is also very good, after the cell is strengthened, the fastest improvement, and the most effective in a short period of time is undoubtedly the shooting ability.

Hute fell to the ground with a sliding tackle, a grenade had been thrown, and he immediately got his head in his hands, rolled sideways, and disappeared under the muzzle.

For a second, the guards simply didn't have time to pick up the grenade and throw it.

With a shocking explosion, the guards in front of the door, basically reimbursed, and the three soldiers who ran away in advance were also hit by shrapnel, and the shock wave rolled up and flew out of the distance.

With a wave of his hand, Pellokov quickly approached the oil pumping station.

And behind him, two hundred meters away on Third Street, the barrage of gunfire had already reached Pylokov's ears, and they had to hurry.

……

Nubil was cowering in the back of the car, he was still wearing big pants, shirtless, and a little weird.

The other party's intention is clear, that is, to block Third Avenue and send men to attack the oil pumping station separately.

His soldiers were scattered across the key roads of the town of Heidinga, and it would take some time to assemble them now.

The soldiers present at this moment are roughly about a hundred.

The number of people is superior, and there are only thirty people on the opposite side, but the key is that the firepower is far behind.

Seven pickup trucks with extremely strong welding, as well as a large number of RPGs, and even grenades.

And the main heavy weapons of the 382nd Regiment have been dispersed, and now they are assembled on Third Avenue, but only four pickup trucks have been bombed by RPGs.

Due to the disparity in firepower, Nubiel's soldiers were unable to break through the blockade of Third Avenue in a short period of time.

If it was before, it would be nothing, every offensive and defensive battle, it would take a long, long time, and the two sides were in the town, repeatedly fighting for the streets, the commanding heights of the building, in a state of tug-of-war.

Whoever takes the first place has no energy, and whoever can hold out until the end will win.

In street fighting, you can't be too aggressive, and what you pay attention to is to advance layer by layer and fight a protracted war.

But not now, the oil well has been blown up, and if the oil pump is blown up again, how will Nubil explain to his superiors.

So Nubir has only one choice, to expose the soldiers to the guns, to pile up with human lives, to advance.

On one hand, he directed the soldiers present to charge, and on the other hand, he called his troops to assemble.

Those who are close can come quickly, and those who are far away will take some time to arrive, and Nubilso tells them to get out of the town, detour from outside the town, bypass the soldiers of Third Street, and rush to the oil pumping station to help.

The number of dead and wounded is increasing wildly, and in just a few minutes, in order to move forward, more than thirty people have been killed and wounded.

With this number of casualties, even Nubil couldn't calm down.

The streets were covered with corpses, blood was flowing, but the battle line was only less than a hundred meters advanced.

Nubil had already discovered that the other party not only had strong firepower and suppressed surnames, but also accurate marksmanship and better training, and the number of casualties was not much.

Nubil even felt that if the other side was not too small, his own side might be crushed.

Fortunately, there are not many people on the other side.

It could be the elite soldiers of some armed force.

Nubil thought so, but his face became more and more anxious, time passed, although soldiers continued to dare to come to reinforcements, but the speed of advance was not much faster.

Every step forward comes at a huge cost, or a price that Nubir can't afford.

Nubir doesn't know how long this long ordeal lasted.

I only know that at a certain point in time, the other party suddenly retreated.

The pickup truck, welded with heavy machine guns, was a great invention, moving flexibly and retreating, both for fire cover and for evacuation at any time.

The other party was less numerous, and the retreat was more decisive, leaving behind the corpses of his companions and running away without a trace.

Of course, it wasn't really without a shadow, and Nubir could breathe a sigh of relief for a short time, and immediately planned to send soldiers to pursue the enemy.

This group of guys is so hateful, like a group of thugs, rushing into a civilian home, not beating people, not doing evil, directly from under the bed at home to search out the bank passbook, tear it up in front of the owner, before the owner plans to release the dog, run away.

"Damn...... Oh, my God! Nubil jumped to his feet angrily, cursed, and commanded the soldiers to pursue, and the whole ground seemed to shake, and a series of explosions like a tsunami came from the mountains.

Directly north, a cloud of fire soared into the sky, like the roar of a fire dragon.

The oil pump is fried!

Nubil was dumbfounded.

ps: Don't dwell on the matter of building a country in China, I will be locked up in a small black house. Africa is not bad, there are lions and zebras or something, I hope you like it.

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