“RPG！” The howl woke up all the sleeping people in the town of Weinat, and almost instantly, all the men and women with guns rushed into position, but they could only see the gloomy faces of their companions flickering in addition to the flying gunfire.

"It's a nice fight." Simon can easily see clearly that the two most deadly Humvees in the town have been destroyed even without the scope of the M110A4, and in the first round of rocket attacks, he specially instructed Hydra to operate the most critical warheads, and the HEAT with an armor-piercing ability of more than 500 millimeters beat the Humvee to pieces like a hot knife cutting tofu, and the raging flames reflected, not to mention the Dow missile group carried on it.

In order to achieve this goal, Simon emptied dozens of rocket launchers in the Zhika Division before the battle, and purchased a large number of armor-piercing warheads from the black market at a high price, enough for the defenders of Weinert Town to drink a good pot.

"Prepare the firepower for half an hour, and then let the new purple poncho go down to fight!" Simon put down the scope and waved his arm on his stomach, where can the defensive configuration of Venat Town be hidden from Simon, an old ranger, the position dug in the open space in the center of the town is obviously for mortars, and it is really impossible to attack the fortified position due to the sentry tower block, once the enemy eases up, no matter how many millimeter caliber mortars, it is more than enough to contain the impact of the purple poncho.

Mukael faithfully conveyed the order, he didn't ask why he didn't let Hydra infiltrate in person, even if Mukael alone, with a perfect ability to control the earth, he could instantly cover the gun position and suppress the enemy's heavy firepower, just with the defenders below with less than 100 people, blocking the purple poncho was pure fantasy!

As the Hydras changed sides and prepared to charge, the town of Venate was also slow to respond. Ajax, who couldn't untie his armed belt while sleeping, woke up in the next second of the rumbling gunshot, and immediately entered the combat state, turned over and picked up four microphones in a row to contact the four guard towers, and after learning that he was fine, his face turned blue in an instant, without him, the missile Humvee was all stewed with a spoonful!

Two hundred thousand! Ajax's head echoed with six or seven zeros, and after a while, his iron-blue face turned blood-red, and he roared with a bedside rifle and slammed it out of the shooting hole, and said fiercely: "Let the artillery crew fight me!" Hit hard! Finish a cardinal cannonball! ”

The mortar crew in the unloading yard received the Ajax order, and the three-man gun crew was a little hurried, but this was by no means afraid of fighting, but trembling and repeatedly recalling the operation instructions, the loader "creaked" to pry open the ammunition box, took out a 60-mm shell and was about to put it into the barrel, but was stopped by the quick-eyed gun commander and scolded: "Without him, you want to blow yourself up?" ”

After this scolding, the artillery crew came to their senses, and the gunner kept calm and mobilized the turntable, shouting according to the information from the watchtower: "The target is locked, the distance is 5000 yards, and the high-explosive shell is rounded!" ”

"Ready!" This valuable group of artillery was quickly developed at the Cika City Technical Institute, where the loader placed the shells in the muzzle of the gun in a standard hand-held manner.

"Fire!" The loader slipped and fell, and in a heartbeat, the bottom of the shell was hit by the barrel firing pin, and the additional medicine bag ignited, and the huge chamber pressure formed by the closed air ring caused the shell to roar and spin again.

A large number of purple ponchos hidden behind the ridge have begun to impact, and the RPG tail flame is the command to charge, led by the low-level purple poncho who is not afraid of death, and a large number of wasteland homeless people are killed down the mountain.

"Cannonballs are coming!" Someone shouted, those Imperial gladiators immediately fell to the ground with their heads in their hands, the explosion and scorching shrapnel harvested several heads in an instant, where did those wasteland outcasts who only knew how to charge in one blow know the basic tactical movements? In just a few seconds, a steady stream of shells covered the road.

"Do you need me to lead the team to support Marko?" Ramirez, who looked at the first charge with heavy casualties, asked Ramirez, who was assigned to master the reserves.

Simon didn't even look at it, just watched the machine-gun fire gushing out from the watchtower, and silently counted how many people would rush to the stone walls of the town with all their mustaches. said: "There's no need, it's meant to be consumed, this level can't bear it, next time you'll only lose even worse, you just have to finish all the rockets at hand, but don't take out the killer weapon!" ”

Several flares rose into the air, illuminating the impact route of the purple poncho, which Simon regarded as a expendable, as if it were day, and the 50 machine gun and M240 machine gun bunker, which had been deliberately silent, waited until the purple ponchos rushed to 400 meters away from the stone wall, and suddenly opened fire, and immediately cut down a piece again. But this still can't stop the purple poncho that is mixed in, bending down and short, and serpentine in three or two.

"Boss, I've touched the point!" Marco pounced, crashed headfirst into the hard stone wall, gasped for breath, and began to shout regardless of whether Simon could hear him from a distance of a kilometer.

It was all a purple poncho that had been alienated by Simon's own purple blood, what Marco wanted to say, Simon naturally knew, he immediately replied with a mental prelude, and ordered: "Gather the troops, disperse the formation, and stick to the position." ”

It had only been a quarter of an hour since the attack began, and the defending town of Weinat suffered heavy losses. Ajax immediately arranged the defenses and immediately rushed to the location of the missile Humvee. Watching the Dow Humvee burn incessantly, the townspeople shouting and carrying water into the flames, dragging out the charcoal-blackened corpses of the crew, Ajax was so angry that he almost led his team out of the town to annihilate this bold outcast.

But the commander's calmness prevailed after all, Ajax was not stupid, and understood that the enemy who used so many RPGs could not be ordinary outcasts, at least some wasteland town with a rich family, even if it was a wasteland city-state mercenary army to attack, after all, this was a node of the interstate highway, which was paralyzed for a few weeks, and the trade route was the vast majority of diversion trade.

"Move all the HESCOs here to the gun emplacement! I'll hand over all the rest of the infantry to you, and make sure to keep the mortars! "Ajax knew that without the Dow Humvee, the only two 60mm mortars left were the best heavy weapons he had at hand, and once touched, he would only have to be trapped in the watchtower!

The defenders are trying to hold on, and the attackers are trying to get through the machine-gun positions in front of them. Instead of placing the first line of defense at the watchtower, the shrewd defenders set up several machine-gun bunkers outside the stone walls surrounding the entire town. Although the firepower was not as fierce as the heavy machine guns of the watchtower, it greatly contained the attacking troops from the flank.

Marco, who volunteered to lead the assault mission, is now about to regret his intestines, and at this time, he can't think about why he didn't understand the look in the leader's eyes at that time, seeing that the manpower that he had finally gathered at hand melted like ice and snow under the double pressure of grenade and rifle fire, Marko's eyes were red, and he roared, ignoring the rain of bullets around him that could kill him more than ten times, and jumped into the dumbfounded machine gun bunker like crazy!

Marko landed and rolled his head, knocking down a grenadier who had just drawn his pistol to shoot, opening his mouth and biting off the man's ear, and before the howl could be heard, the other infantry fired and swept down the enemy who stood up in shock.

"This idiot!" Simon quickly noticed the abnormality at the stone wall, grabbed the bipod, changed directions, and the ballistic calculation gave a value, and two pressurized heavy bullets pierced through the enemy soldiers who ran out of the machine gun bunker.

Marco spat out a bloody ear, picked up the butt of the gun under his hand, and smashed it vigorously on the head of the grenadier whose ear he had bitten off until it was shattered. This reckless man probably didn't have time to think about how he didn't die after a single operation, but he saw dozens of rockets slamming into the nearest watchtower together, and the machine gun fire in the earthquake was dumb.

"Targeting! Enemy rocket player position! Ajax lowered his binoculars, focused firmly on the large tail flame rising in the distance, and held the microphone to tell the mortar crew aloud the direction.

"Roger! Shifting! The mortar gun commander quickly directed the next round of shells, this time with two mortars working together.

"Strong charge! Thermal overdrive! The gunner shouted loudly, ignoring the barrel of the cannon with blue smoke.

In order to support the forward assault team, the rocket positions in the rear were detected, and the overwhelming medium-caliber shells came over, and what was even worse was that the shells did not know whether they hit the ammunition box or something, and after an earth-shattering explosion, a small mushroom cloud rose and illuminated half of the sky, which simply provided an excellent reference for artillery bombardment.

"Damn it!" Simon scolded and blew up two Dow Humvees, he knew that the commander on the opposite side must have blown up, Simon suddenly lost a dozen purple ponchos and dozens of bazookas that could afford to play RPGs, the same headache, but it was too unwise to assemble and launch in clusters, he could only let Mukael scatter the Hydra and return the colors with the remnants of the bazooka hands.

"Sir, I'm connected to the boss and let you speak!" The communications soldier said as he threw his arm around Ajax's shoulder. After such a incident, as soon as the rocket came out and took the Dow Humvee, Ajax immediately asked people to contact it, but fortunately, the radio antenna was still good.

Ajax took the microphone and heard a stormy roar from the other side: "You defeated both Humvees?!" What a long ambition! What are you trying to say? Do you want reinforcements! ”

Listening to the gunfire of no one outside, Ajax knew that it was not difficult to repel the attack, and it was a dream to bite back and counterattack, and he lost the most precious Dow Humvee, and he would be held accountable in the future, and it would not be enough to pick up his skin.

"Yes, my lord, ask for reinforcements." Ajax snapped.