Chapter Seventy-Three: Sheffield's Death (Part II)
Price paused for a moment, frowned, and looked thoughtfully at the pile of electronic devices on the dining table, "You mean, there's evidence in there that could nail Sheffield?" ”
In fact, the last time in the Snow Mountain Airport operation, Price found out that something was wrong, Sheffield secretly obstructed the 141 special operations team more than once or twice.
Especially on the Snow Mountain Airport, the PVA fighters led by Qin Rongshuai had already achieved a crushing advantage, and they were about to take the airport, but Sheffield sent a bomber to bomb the airport repeatedly.
Even thermite incendiary bombs were used, and after the entire airport was razed to the ground, the fire burned for a day, for fear that the 141 special operations team would find something in the ruins.
The vigilant 141 Special Operations Team began to keep a low profile, closing its contact with the Joint Counterterrorism Command under the pretext of carrying out a mission, for fear that Sheffield would send them some suicidal mission.
At the same time, Qin Rongshuai led the 141 special combat team to look for evidence of the terrorist attack at the airport.
It's just that Price didn't expect them to find this place with great difficulty, and just came over and encountered an ambush, he asked a little uneasily: "Who leaked the news of our operation?" Could it be the blue pond of Rathswell? ”
"Obviously, when we found her, we were already startled." Qin Rongshuai said indifferently, "The CIA doesn't need to know what we asked at Rasvel, they will immediately inform Sheffield and Makarov, so it is normal for them to receive information in advance that we may be coming." ”
Price was shocked when he heard this, and looked at his subordinates who were busy cracking the information in the electronic devices with some concern, "Then Makarov will have destroyed the information, so wouldn't we run in vain?" ”
"No, it won't." Qin Rongshuai patted the veteran on the shoulder, "The information here must be very important, otherwise Makarov would not have sent so many people to guard it, he would not easily destroy the information stored here, and Sheffield handed over the identification module and code of the North American Air Defense Command to Makarov, and now it is still during the war, and the army of the Rus State still needs these things, these things are not easy to destroy." ”
While the two were talking, Xiao Qiang had already got the electronic equipment and began to download the information in it, watching the progress bar continue to grow, everyone was secretly relieved.
Price wiped a cold sweat and smiled, and before he could say anything, suddenly there was a whistle outside, and the vigilant observer hidden outside shouted on the radio, "The enemy has been found, everywhere, and there are two hundred people by sight." ”
"A large force of enemy troops was found in the southeast, with armored vehicles, about three hundred people!"
"A large force of enemy troops was found in the southwest, there were several tanks, and there were about a hundred people!"
"Enemy spotted in the northwest!"
"There are eight helicopters in the northeast, flying towards us."
Everyone in the house immediately changed their faces, but Qin Rongshuai was expressionless, and his expression was extremely calm, he pulled out his assault rifle, pulled the bolt, and loaded the bullet, "Okay, brothers, let's get to work!" ”
Price shouted loudly: "Hurry up and set up a defensive position, ghost, you take Xiaoqiang and the scarecrow to the southeast, block the armored car, and the soap tank is handed over to you!" ”
"Hurry up, get moving, we're running out of time!"
The mercenaries who received Makarov's orders were rapidly approaching the safe house, and they were given a death order to destroy all the enemy at all costs, or Makarov would enforce the family law.
No one wants to endure that kind of family law that is worse than death, and under the domination of fear and the temptation of money, a large number of mercenaries injected stimulants into their bodies, stared at red eyes, and rushed over with screams.
The PVA fighters had already set up defensive positions around them by this time, and they were not afraid to watch the mercenaries who were pouring in like a tide.
The artillery team had already marked the coordinates, and there was not a hint of forewarning of danger before it came, and the sound of mortar shells falling suddenly sounded in the sky with a faint amount of dust.
Five 60-millimeter anti-explosive grenades slashed a distance of several hundred meters, each drawing a graceful arc and then exploding fiercely, and among the ruins of the craters, it was a completely premeditated tragedy, hundreds of pieces of cast iron shards that burst out in all directions cut countless blood vessels and laid a dozen mercenaries directly on the cold ground.
The artillery fire overwhelmingly flooded the mercenaries in the open area, and the relentless metal storm did not give the miserable mercenaries a chance to dodge, and each sixty-millimeter mortar hiding in the bunker was firing rapidly, spewing lethal ammunition at a rate of four seconds.
Although the power of the 60-mm anti-explosive grenade is not comparable to that of a large-caliber mortar shell, it can fully compensate for the extremely high rate of fire.
Within three minutes, nearly fifty anti-explosive grenades would be fired in a torrential manner, covering the entire open area with a continuous stream of shells, and countless exploding metal fragments swept around like a storm.
"Pass! Pass!" The sound of muffled mortar fire rang out quickly, and 120 mm large-caliber mortar shells quickly rose into the air in the light of fire and smoke, and fell directly into the vicinity of the armored vehicle.
A continuous stream of anti-explosive grenades exploded near the lightly armored combat vehicle, and dense metal shrapnel rained down on the hull with a clanging sound.
All the mercenaries were already so frightened that they could only pray that if the shells exploded more than ten meters away, then no one would be injured, and once any shells exploded at close range, then someone would inevitably pay the price of blood.
"Fight back! Fight back!" The mercenary commander clutched the intercom and kept calling for the armored artillery to fire.
Almost at the moment when the 60mm mortar fire in the distance disappeared instantly, the PVA's large-caliber artillery run also began to roar violently, and an entire area was instantly enveloped in violent vibrations.
In the distance, a few black dots quickly passed by the sky, and they quickly approached the battlefield.
It is Qin Rongshuai's unmanned fighter formation.
The dust rose in all directions, the propeller rotors made a huge roar, and the entire fuselage rose rapidly, and then all the fire control switches were activated and entered the state of full fire, and at least four hundred mercenaries and more than 20 lightly armored combat vehicles around the safe house thousands of kilometers away were at the best attack distance at this moment, and a round of fire coverage in tens of seconds could let the opponent know what was.
A total of 38 70mm uncontrolled rockets in two groups exploded into tens of thousands of tiny metal fragments after touching a hard object, hundreds of pillars of blood sprayed out in the blink of an eye, and the ground stained red in the blink of an eye, and more than a hundred mercenaries who were not mentally prepared for it let out a painful wail while lying in a pool of blood waiting for the rescue of their comrades.
Each drone is equipped with a new 30mm single-barreled chain gun developed by Qin Rongshuai's subordinate company under the nose and has more than 1,000 spare ammunition, you can imagine how spectacular it will be for the entire cannon to empty all ammunition in an area with the highest rate of fire of 1,000 per minute.