The ground crews had hoped that the explosion of the two MK82s would effectively deter the British from approaching, and at the same time, they would also be able to attract Boer cavalry cruising nearby. However, the words of the Boers, who accompanied the mountain troops in their rescue activities, completely broke off the good thoughts of these rough embryos.

In the Boer armed sequence, General Delarry, known as the "Lion of the West Transvaal", had the largest number of troops at hand, and this cunning guy had already made up his mind to trap the Great Song people in the British airfield between Durban and Johannesburg.

The number of troops that De La Ray had sent to assist Tempoz had been decided upon after careful assessment of the disposition of the British forces in the area; It is not allowed to let the Great Song people destroy the British at the airport, but it also makes the Great Song people have no spare strength to break through and get out.

So the Boer cavalry, who had followed the mountain troops, was already the only ally they could rely on for the Crossing Crowd, and the ground crews were unfortunate enough to be told that the hoofs they heard were most likely friend or foe.

This time the ground crews were in even worse condition than they had been before the rain, and they had at least been able to learn the numbers, equipment, and routes of movement of the British patrols from the three unlucky men who fetched water.

And now they can only hear the sound of horses' hooves coming from a distance, and the ground staff who don't even have a telescope in their hands have no way of knowing the situation of their opponents.

The torrential rain, which must have moved inland from the coastline, first passed through the airfield occupied by the Travers, and then crossed the British-controlled railroad to the bush where the ground crew was hiding.

In other words, even if Lu Xiangyang is willing to exchange the only 100 or so depleted uranium shells left in the 30mm cannon of the A-10 attack aircraft for the safety of the ground crew, those so-called "hardened" muddy runways of the British will not cooperate.

The torrential rain that lasted for more than an hour and a half had already soaked the muddy runway, and even though the British had repaired a simple drainage system, the current rain was clearly beyond the estimates of the British engineers.

The most unfortunate thing is that the ground crew rough embryo does not have enough materials in his hands to make another IED, well, they still have a lot of MK82 low-drag aerial bombs, but they don't have a long enough power cord to detonate these big bombs.

Even if they were to detonate a bomb using wires connected from the wires they had picked up from the site of the explosion, the Demoman would have to be as far away as twenty-five meters from the center of the explosion. Detonating MK82 at such a distance should not be to kill someone, this Nima is simply committing suicide.

As for the more complicated pressure hair initiator, not to mention that there is not much time left for the ground crew, even if there is enough time to go out to tinker with the pressure hair initiator in this rainy environment that has only weakened slightly, for them, this Nima is not much different from suicide.

When it comes to wanting to keep the cat playing dead in the bush, it's not realistic at the moment. Not to mention how difficult it was to disguise the scene of the two MK82s exploding on the edge of the treeline, and the scene of scavenging birds flying in the sky after the rain subsided, it was really hard not to attract attention here.

"We have a total of ninety people, twenty strawberry soldiers, sixteen from the 101st Division, four from the third brother's tank crew, two C-17 crews, and eight A-10 pilots and ground crews, all of which add up to one hundred and forty people!" When all the people crossing the airport gathered around their respective radio stations and silently waited for the final results of these ground crews, Yang Hao began to count the number of people with Hu Kaili with his fingers.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Hu Kaili said impatiently.

"Sure enough, it's a fool who died early in the math teacher, I mean that there are still ten people sent by the 'director team' who haven't shown their heads!" Yang Hao said.

"Hey, yes! Nima's, what if these ten dog days are all Rambo and happen to be near those ground crews? When Hu Kaili heard Yang Hao's words, he was as excited as a person who was about to drown and grabbed a straw.

At present, Lu Xiangyang, who is in charge of the command of the airport troops, seems to be more concerned about how to repair the runway that has been soaked and softened, after all, at the beginning of the design of the "Warthog", Eagle Sauce and others put forward a request for it to be able to take off on the 300-meter runway on the front line.

Of course, the high-power radio brought from the green paint area is still calling the ten traversers who have not yet appeared, but no one seems to think of calling the ten traversers who have not yet been contacted to rescue those trapped ground crews except for Yang Hao.

In line with the mentality of a dead horse being a live horse doctor, Yang Hao began to ask for help from the ten unfamiliar traversers in their "war channel" used to Kan Dashan.

According to the NATO distress signal of a certain strawberry soldier professor, Yang Hao kept calling the so-called friendly troops to go to the bushes where the ground staff was trapped. Of course, these are all done by Yang Hao's grandson without Lu Xiangyang. According to the old and serious temperament of Political Commissar Lu, even if he thought of letting these ten people who had not yet appeared to save the ground staff, he would definitely not use NATO signals to send out the news, in case it was Maozi or armed personnel with a green background, this Nima was afraid that he was going to play a stalk again!

However, Yang Hao told Hu Kaili that his intuition told him that the remaining ten people must be NATO armed personnel, and Hu Kaili, who had relied on Yang Hao's intuition many times to escape death, could only let Yaya mess around.

"This is the Bugatti Veyron, please identify yourself." Maybe it was because the ground crew's luck began to bottom out after a day of mold, and someone responded after Yang Hao shouted for more than ten minutes.

"This is the coalition combat command, please hurry to this coordinate to rescue the trapped friendly forces." Yang Hao is planning to go all the way to the dark.

"Authorization Password: AXCV7895!" Without waiting for the radio station codenamed Bugatti Veyron to reply, Yang Hao reported the password sent by the "director team" in everyone's mobile phone before.

“Copy，ETA40minutes。” Bugatti Veyron replied.

The reason why Yang Hao dared to act so boldly was because the sound of MP5 firing from the ground staff had already been heard from another radio station next to him.

The rough embryo who had been fighting in the loose militia was worried that even if the current team, codenamed Bugatti Veyron, could reach the bush in 40 minutes as scheduled, those ground workers might not survive.

After all, they are all five scumbags engaged in logistics, and there is nothing to take advantage of in their hands, so what can those two MP5s do in the field?

However, the situation on the ground side of the rough embryo was really not as serious as Yang Hao thought, and the scene where the two MK82s exploded at the same time was too miserable, and the British who rushed to the edge of the bushes were also shocked.

Looking at the mess in this place, as long as the commander still has a little brain, he will definitely not dare to come up and engage in a dense formation to use people to pile forward, and for a while, those British cavalry who didn't even bring Makqin didn't have a very good way to deal with the cat's ground service in the woods.

If it is in the dry season, you can light a fire to smoke out the people inside, but although the rain is much lighter now, it is really whimsical to want to set fire to the woods.

I had the intention to send a few cannon fodder to test it, but as soon as I walked into the forest line, I encountered a random shot, and I fired back with a rifle but the effect was not very good, obviously the people in the woods had built defensive fortifications.

The British tried back and forth a few times, and found that there should be no large explosives here, and the commander began to urge more British soldiers to get close to the forest line and prepare to kill the enemy inside.

Da-da-da-da! Suddenly, on the flanks of these British soldiers who were forming a group, a burst of machine-gun bullets flew over.

“Tank！” The British followed the sound of the guns and saw a "tank" that was taller than their monkey version of the "Vickers".

The camouflage-painted "tank" was topped by a 4-inch main gun, and instead of firing a gun, it only used a machine gun to strafe its own soldiers, probably for fear of accidentally injuring friendly troops in the woods.

"Retreat!" The commander of this British cavalry immediately gave the order to retreat.

The British army is not the foot basin chicken of the First Sino-Japanese War, they also have their own tanks at this time, and they know that these small arms in the hands of the cavalry have nothing to do with the tanks. Now the British commander can only hope that this "tank", like his own tanks, will not reach a top speed of 15 yards per hour.