The roaring machine guns were condescending, frantically strafing the unsuspecting convoy below, and the truck at the front was the first to be taken care of, several machine guns directly swept the engine and blew up, and the truck instantly lay on the spot.

The driver in the cab was naturally taken care of, but he reacted quickly enough, and when the gun rang out, he lay in the cab, hiding behind the bulletproof steel plate, and then an opening opened between the compartment and the cab, allowing the driver to get in.

The other trucks were similar, and when the shots rang out, these guys who had been prepared for a long time either got into the safe compartment behind them, or got out of the car and jumped into the grass on the right side of the road, and then retreated along the roadbed to the edge of the battlefield.

Their mission is not to stay here to fight, so whether they run or stay, it is up to their own choice, and even the PMCs have trained the drivers before to ensure that these guys can escape to a safe place as soon as possible after leaving the battlefield.

Even the Jeep, the Shadow Corporation's escort, was completely unnoticed by Uncle Black because of the truck's fire, and both the riflemen and the machine gunners were firing desperately at the trucks.

It's just that the more embarrassing thing is that maybe there is no maintenance, or it has not been maintained at all, the M2 heavy machine gun in Osaba's hand only fired less than 30 bullets out, and it jammed, and when he wasted the old bull's nose power to troubleshoot and prepare to continue firing, the machine gun was stuck after two more shots, and this time he didn't have the patience.

"Get out of the way!"

Seeing that a guy on his right was playing in front of the water-cooled M1917 machine gun, Osaba kicked it again, and then half-squatted behind the machine gun and laughed and kept hugging the fire.

And then, this machine gun ran out of ammunition!

It's not that the Belgians are stingy, the things they give Uncle Black are all from their own warehouses, mainly because the Black Uncles have nothing to do with the machine guns and have nothing to do with them, and the bullets are squandered, and Osaba is embarrassed to talk to the Belgians, so less than a minute after the ambush began, two of the heavy machine guns that threaten the Shadow Company the most were scrapped due to various problems.

As for the remaining two British-made Vickers machine guns, although the bullets are sufficient and well maintained, the position of the shooter is very bad, in order to ensure the shooting range, the shooter sits directly on the dirt slope, and there is a camouflage net to cover it before the ambush, but after the ambush is launched, the camouflage net is removed, and the machine gunner is so big and bare his upper body, it is simply a toilet lantern and looking for.

The accurate shooter in the armored compartment of the first truck just cautiously glanced through the shooting hole, and saw the two people sitting side by side, watching the two huge heads flashing at a distance of less than two hundred meters, he immediately raised the M14 in his hand, and then banged two shots.

The two machine gunners sitting side by side fell to the ground with their heads tilted, and the secondary shooter on the side was about to retreat back to the slope in fright, only to be driven by Osaba with his gun.

The two could only take over the position of the shooter with trepidation, because they were afraid of being beaten, and they did not dare to show their heads, so they could only reluctantly shrink behind the machine gun and cover their heads and beat randomly.

But it was still useless, the two hid behind the machine gun and hid their heads and tails, and the precision shooter fired two more shots, causing one death and one wounding again.

Looking at his subordinates who were holding their shoulders and screaming, Osaba was also confused, several trucks were hit and couldn't move, where did this bullet come from?

"There may be fish that have slipped through the net!"

"Indeed, Sale, Stormcard, you guys!"

Osaba waved his hand at his subordinates who were lurking not far away, and then dozens of black uncles broke out of the grass in two teams, and then cautiously formed a fan-faced formation and leaned towards the convoy.

"These cars are too tightly covered, aren't they?"

A black uncle who walked in the front held his fal with a suspicious expression, the double tarpaulins covering the carriage had been riddled with bullets, but he still couldn't see the contents clearly, but he didn't have any other ideas, just wondered what these white people were sending and wanted to protect so closely.

The dozens of black uncles cautiously climbed up the roadbed, then stopped, and then divided some people to check the truck, while the others stayed where they were.

And as the vanguard approached the trucks, the sound of gunfire once again resounded throughout the grassland.

Only this time it was not the black mercenaries who fired, but the tightly covered trucks.

These trucks are all reinforced, whether it is a mailbox or a body, they are protected by a full four centimeters of steel plates, which may be a bit simple for tank infantry fighting vehicles, but for these heavy trucks that specialize in carrying heavy goods, it is already luxurious, because the weight of the steel plates arrives at the goods they want to transport, and even heavier, which is why the convoy is not fast.

But the tight protection brought about the results of the PMCs in the truck who were unscathed in the frenzied strafing for several minutes, except for a little deafening ears.

If the time is pushed back another thirty years, then Shepard will definitely not do this, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, the armament strength of Uncle Black in Africa has risen by several levels, and the countless cheap RPGs are enough for them to drink a pot, but now, with this kind of firepower configuration of Uncle Black, Shepard still dares to touch it!

After confirming that the enemy was within 20 meters, the PMCs in the carriage immediately assigned targets to each truck through radio contact, and a stormy counterattack ensued.

There was just a whistle, and then the tarpaulin that wrapped the truck began to fall off along with the disintegration of the cables, and then, the car wrapped in heavy steel plates appeared in front of the black uncles, these steel plates looked so simple, and there were even traces of rough welding, and even the shooting holes were not very regular, but they were enough!

At a distance of less than thirty meters, the M16 rifle does not have to think about anything at all, the most important thing is to pull the trigger all the way down, and then the fully automatic fire receiver will take care of the rest.

In an instant, more than twenty black uncles were killed on the spot, and the rest were also killed or injured, and some were even hit twenty times in a row in a few seconds, and when they died, they could still see their intestines flowing out of their beaten stomachs.

After quickly emptying the magazine, there was nothing left on the road to dare to move, and the black uncles who were lucky enough to survive under the road began to retreat in a panic, trying to retreat to their positions under the cover of the grass, but the PMCs were also prepared for this.

"Grenadier, fire!"