The news that the negotiations broke down and prepared to attack, ah no, the news of preparing to defend quickly spread to every corner of the convoy, and after learning that the other party was going to pull all the men in the convoy as drudgers and the women to be RBQs, the reporters and doctors who were originally quite flustered were unified.

"I've been in Afghanistan and know how to shoot, give me a gun and fight with you!" A war correspondent shouted with his hand raised.

"No, you are the ones who record history, the camera pen is your weapon, and our job is to fight with guns!" Arthur Morgan nodded with satisfaction, the people's hearts are available! It was not in vain that he changed the other party's ultimatum.

The pen is our weapon! A group of reporters suddenly opened their mouths as if they had been enlightened, they took out the guys who were eating, connected to the satellite network, and sent out the first-hand battle situation one after another, and even a few energetic reporters also found the ins account of the French mercenary who gave them an ultimatum, and thus found several hired Western mercenaries.

At this moment, these reporters turned into righteous keyboard warriors, and one report after another flew out of this snowy basin and flew to all corners of the world.

Shocked! A series of articles such as "A Major Power Sends Military Personnel to Interfere in the Internal Affairs of Other Countries", "The Story That Must Be Told in the Civil War in Sokovia", "The Shell Is Only One Meter Away from Me" and so on squeezed the headlines of news websites almost within an hour, and even on the front page of entertainment headlines, they were neck and neck with Justin Hammer's Stark cover girl.

In 2010, European countries had no less headaches because of the financial austerity, and the people marched and made trouble from time to time, smashed and looted.

By the time Fisher arrived in Washington, the headlines had turned into an invasion of Sokovia by the French Army, massacring the local population, and openly attacking a United Nations convoy to cover up the incriminating evidence.

Even the picture of the hapless Frenchman was turned over and scrawled with graffiti like genocide, executioner.

Fisher couldn't laugh or cry when he learned about this, and could only sigh that these Texans could really come to trouble, and then he asked Kate to continue to add fuel to the fire, after all, the bigger the trouble, the better it would be for the giant god.

In order to defeat the morale of the other side, Arthur Morgan sent his men to scatter dozens of broadsword mines along the front of the foxhole, these iron boxes with a killing range of nearly 100 meters are all improved, the number of steel balls is more, the charge is less, and once it enters the detonation range, it will cause more wounds.

In addition to laying mines, Arthur also had his men dismantle the remote-controlled weapon stations on several armored vehicles, these 40mm grenade launchers could fire grenades with a range that could cover the entire plain, and most importantly, Arthur also found that they were carrying a base number of armor-piercing grenades.

And while Arthur Morgan was ready to hold on, the other party was not idle.

Because of the support of the father of the owner, the rebels hired a large number of foreign soldiers, and during the first wave of attacks, the commander of the rebels, a middle-aged bearded man named Big Daddy, did not let these foreign friends go into battle because he was distressed about the pension, but seeing that the wealth worth tens of millions was only a few kilometers away from him, the big father was anxious and itchy, plus Captain Dag told him that if he didn't want to fight, he should retreat quickly, and if he wanted to fight, he should hurry up. Dag, who had been in the Foreign Legion for a few years, knew the style of the Titan God, and they had seen the fate of the tribal armed attack on the Titan mining team in Africa.

The Su-25 attack aircraft that just came was just an appetizer, if it weren't for the weather and the newcomer, I'm afraid that what fell on their heads would not be an iron bomb, but Jedam joint guided attack ammunition, and the Titan special forces like to do the most is to use a transport plane to drop this thing from an altitude of 10,000 meters, and through parachute deployment, Jedam can float a distance of dozens of kilometers and then hit the target.

Not to mention the rockets that could be called tyrants, Dag remembered rumors in the industry that the Titans had a heavy equipment called Havoc, which was like a flying rocket launcher that could destroy an urban area with a single salvo, but he had only heard of it.

After hesitating, the eldest father felt that he still had the strength to touch the other party, after all, his elite mercenaries had not yet been dispatched.

"Hit!" The big father carefully studied the map, the military base of the giant god is more than two hundred kilometers away from here, and the reinforcements will run at least overnight, as long as they attack now, when the reinforcements of the giant god arrive, they will only be left with a corpse.

"Are you sure you want to fight? Sir? Captain Dag looked at the big dad with an embarrassed face, he really didn't want to fight, but he had already signed the contract, and he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"That's right, there are less than a hundred of them, even if each one is one against ten, we have two thousand people, not to mention that we still have so many tanks and armored vehicles!" Big Daddy is full of confidence, how can I lose with a population of 2,000?

"Okay, I see!" Dag nodded, although the big dad is the boss, but the actual command still depends on Captain Dag.

Since he took the other party's money, he had to do something, in view of the morale of the cannon fodder soldiers who were about to collapse at the touch of a button and the rigid and rigid tactics, Dag dismantled the hundred or so mercenaries he brought with him and filled them into the establishment of the cannon fodder soldiers, even the tank troops did not let go.

Not only that, in response to the night vision devices and high-precision sights equipped by the giant god peacekeeping troops, Dag specially divided several mortars and fired flares into the sky all the time.

"Prepare for battle!" In the midst of a blizzard, three green flares were raised, and Arthur Morgan put on his helmet and jumped into the foxhole, closing his eyes and waiting for the artillery fire to end.

Because they were still worried about those supplies, the rebels' artillery bombardment avoided the basin and only bombarded the defensive positions on the periphery, although the rebels' infantry was overwhelmed, but the artillery could still ensure an effective hit rate, and most of the civil fortifications dug by the Titan's peacekeepers were quickly destroyed.

As soon as the cannon stopped, amid the crunch of falling trees and the roar of diesel engines, more than a dozen tanks and more armed pickup trucks appeared in the forest, and further behind these vehicles were a large number of militants pouring out, and under the lure of heavy bounties and the threat of death to take a step back, these militants who had only been trained for a short time rushed to the basin a few kilometers away.

"No fire is allowed without an order, pay attention to saving ammunition!"

The sensor on the helmet is only a preliminary estimate of the number of people, which is over 1,000, which really gives Arthur Morgan a headache, and just now the commander of the Titan tank also said that because of the previous bombardment, don't count on the 150.

"How long will it take for reinforcements?" Seeing the tanks and armed pickups of the infantry that stopped from time to time on the opposite side, Arthur was extremely looking forward to a wave of air raids at this moment, not seeking any effect, just separating the infantry and tanks.

"The base says that they have just taken off another batch of Su-25s, but those attack aircraft only have cannons and auxiliary fuel tanks! Chief Bishop has already sent an assault advance party, and we are still three hours away! Humble Marston put down the radio and said with a big grin.

"Drop fuel tanks too, let them hurry!"

After entering two thousand meters, the grenade launcher on the side of the giant god began to roar, and in the sound of Ka Cha Ka Cha sending bombs, one by one red high-explosive grenades were sent into the sky, spanning a distance of two thousand meters and then falling into free fall to the ground, and then bursting into clusters of flames.

Amid the wails of the wounded and the coercion and temptation of their superiors, these cannon fodder soldiers ignored the dead comrades around them and the flying shrapnel, and continued to advance with desperate cries, losing hundreds of men in less than a minute.

"That's it, keep going! Tanks, give me a point of fire aimed at them! Fire! ”

In order to take out the few heavy firepower on Titan's side, the rebels did not hesitate to use human lives as bait, as long as the grenade launcher or anti-tank launcher on Titan's side fired, then within ten seconds a shell would fall on his position.

After a few rounds of shelling, there was not much left of Arthur's heavy fire point. Even the Titan is unable to carry out effective firepower strikes because of the targeting of the opponent's tank, although the M60 can't beat the Titan, but it is still no problem to hit the external sensors and electronic equipment, and even the strongest armor will crack in the face of the constantly falling high-explosive shells.

By this time, the rebel infantry had approached a distance of a thousand meters.

"Free fire, free fire! Block them out! ”

At this moment, the soldiers of the giant god experienced what it means to kill an elephant with ants biting to death, a machine gunner has lost four or five empty drums under his feet, and even the barrel of the gun has already caught fire and smoked, but there are still so many enemies in front of him, even the sniper who was originally slow to shoot one by one had to adjust the weapon in his hand to fully automatic, because they could hit people with their eyes closed.

Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, the wounded were constantly falling and being pulled out of the position, and after seeing the enemy tank run over the buried broadsword, Arthur immediately ordered the detonation.

So Dag, who was sitting in the tank, only heard a dull explosion, and then the militants in the front row suddenly fell down as if they had been swept by an invisible slap, and their comrades behind them were instantly overwhelmed.

"My legs!" These wounded who have fallen are finished, their lower bodies are already embedded with steel balls, and if they are not treated, they will soon die of hypothermia and excessive blood loss!

"Hurry up and save people!" It was not only the cannon fodder soldiers who were frightened, but also a small number of mercenaries, who were also terrified when they saw their familiar comrades-in-arms wailing and their arms covered with blood deep in their depths.

"Don't save people, keep going!" Dag leaned out of the tank, shot the mercenary who was about to save people, and screamed and ordered the others to continue the attack, he had already pressed it all up, if he couldn't win, then what awaited him was a dead end.

Looking at the commander who looked like a madman, and even ordered the tank to turn the turret back, the rest of the people could only charge while praying, after all, the opponent's firepower had thinned out a lot, as long as they crossed that slope, they could win!

Seeing that the barrels of the opposing tanks were about to be pressed against his head, Arthur's long-awaited air support finally came, and the hot metal spit from the Gsh-301 30mm double-barreled cannon instantly created a flesh barrier in the infantry group, and after a short 250 rounds of spare ammunition, these attack planes swooped down again, leaving the attached auxiliary fuel tanks behind.

Although not as effective as napalm, the spilled aviation fuel still pulled out a wall of fire, and one pilot even threw a fuel tank into a tank cluster, setting fire to three tanks in one go.

"Ahh Like the last straw that crushed the camel's back, the low-altitude skimming Su-25 ignored the large-caliber machine gun scans on the armed pickup, and ignored the stingers that followed, so they continued to skim over the battlefield, and the rebels finally collapsed.

"Marston, tell your people to follow me, I'm going to kill that Frenchman alive!" After confirming that the other party was really fleeing, Arthur dropped the revolver sniper rifle that had finished the ammunition in his hand, grabbed a sapper shovel from the side and jumped out of the trench, he just saw the swaggering Frenchman, like a rooster, not forgetting to wear his red beret when he ran away.

The powerful exoskeleton provided Arthur with a steady stream of strength, allowing him to cover the kilometer distance at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, and then flew up with a kick that sent the Frenchman into the mud.

"Bastard, look at you still give Lao Tzu a hard mouth!" Like an eagle catching a chicken, Arthur lifted the Frenchman, first spitting in the other's face, and then pressing him back to the ground.

"I ...... Cast...... Fall...... You...... Guys...... No...... Mistreat...... Captive! The Frenchman, who had knocked out a mouthful of big teeth, didn't care about spitting out the mud in his mouth, and begged desperately for mercy.

"Treat your grandmother well! Lao Tzu is not a regular army! Although he wanted to kill the other party with a punch, Arthur still endured it, after all, Fisher had repeatedly mentioned the prisoner policy of the giant god, no preferential treatment or abuse, anyone with blood on his hands will be thrown to the Sahara for ten years, if you can come back alive, you will be released! Looking at the figure of this Frenchman, Arthur Morgan didn't think that this guy could carry it there for ten years, and he would have to be buried in the sand after five years of death!

"Damn, I'll clean you up slowly when I get back!" After giving the other party a muddy bath, Morgan, who was in a good mood, kicked the other party a few times in anger, and didn't stop until Marston came over.