"Reload!"

The gunner rotated the bar handle at the tail of the breech and rotated it backwards, and the steaming chamber was opened, the empty cartridge case was manually withdrawn, and a new heat ammunition was inserted into it.

The loader then patted the gunner on the back, signaling that the reload was complete.

"Don't rush, take your time!"

The gunner took a deep breath, his glasses resting on the gunner, his hands holding the pulley that adjusted the height of the gun and the direction it was facing, and then he shouted.

"Launch!"

With another violent gush of cannon gas, the whole jeep also swayed slightly, and then several people saw a fireball burning in the shadows near the forest under the hillside.

The jeep that was almost hit by the shell just now is burning brightly, the heat ammunition directly hit the driver's seat of the jeep, the huge explosion directly blew the car into two, and the ammunition on the jeep also exploded because of the explosion, and more than a dozen mortar shells exploded in the forest, just like the New Year.

As for the gunner on the jeep, there was no shadow, the heat and shock wave directly tore him to pieces, and even his shoes flew a hundred meters away, fragments and flames spread outward in a ring, and even set some trees on fire, and suddenly the entire forest became smoky.

The Belgian mercenaries kept praying as they watched the tragedy behind them, although they were ready to die in battle, but they didn't want to end up like this.

The second mortar truck didn't have time to mourn for his companions, and the gunner fired a second shell after fine-tuning, this time the mortar hit accurately, and the shell exploded right next to the Shadow Company's recoilless gun team, knocking the gunner and loader to the ground, and the jeep was blown to the ground.

Seeing this, the butter squad immediately came to support, but the Belgian mercenaries below launched another tentative charge, and the squad could only stay anxiously in place to face the battle.

After seeing that the recoilless gun was silent, the mortar immediately shifted the target and began shelling the position.

For a while, the originally calm southern front suddenly became extremely lively, the butter squad used grenades and snipers to continuously block the Belgian mercenary skirmishers, and at the same time divided a machine gun squad to go around the north flank, suppressing the opponent with side fire, and the mercenaries also used mortars and heavy machine guns to return the color, and the casualties on both sides suddenly increased sharply.

The machine gunners of the Butter Squad were already red-eyed, and the M60 in their hands was even in a state where the barrel was overheated and could not be fired.

And the deputy shooter next to him didn't have time to replace the heat-insulated asbestos gloves because of the tight time, so he directly used ordinary gloves to help his comrades replace the barrel.

At this moment, the situation on the No. 2 high ground is also extremely dangerous, although the Belgian mercenaries are not as equipped as the French mercenaries, but some of the Nordic veterans from Finland and other countries dare to fight, with them taking the lead, the Belgian mercenaries even rushed to a place less than two hundred meters away from the position.

Hannibal was thinking about whether to give up Heights 2 at the moment, and as for calling for helicopter support, it was even more impossible, because the heavy machine guns of the French had shot dozens of holes in the Huey of the Shadow Company, leaving Sandman's helicopter in need of maintenance, and the only one left could not be dispatched because it needed to transport ammunition in case of emergency.

"Let the Mobile Squad attack!"

Hannibal decided to abandon Heights 2, and there was no problem in retreating there because there was a large amount of abandoned dirt hills on the southern side of the valley, so he decided to send M20 armored vehicles to provide cover for the Butter Squad.

At this moment, the Belgian mercenaries have even approached more than 60 meters from the position, and the PMCs on the position have begun to throw grenades frantically, seeing that the two sides are about to engage in hand-to-hand combat, suddenly, a long-lost cannon sound came from the south side of the battlefield.

Immediately, several mercenaries who were maintaining fire suppression in place were knocked down by the explosion.

Commander Butter looked into the distance and saw a figure in a smoking jeep sitting, laboriously reloading ammunition in front of a recoilless gun.

And the Belgian mercenaries also saw the former, they obviously saw that the mortar hit the jeep, but they didn't expect that the other party could still fight!

And the recoilless gun here, the gunner with blood on his head panted and casually loaded a shell, then opened his bloodshot eyes, turned the muzzle a little bit, and the shelling just now smashed the jeep to pieces, but fortunately the artillery was fine, he himself was just stunned by eating a few fragments and being smashed by the shock wave, but the loader was close, and at the moment he was already in a coma of blood loss, after he bandaged the other party, he immediately sat back in the gun position, ready to take revenge.

Soon he saw the jeep at the foot of the hill still tilting its shells towards the defensive position, and the latter did not even notice him, and kept firing until a mercenary came rushing and shouted in this direction, and the jeep panicked and prepared to leave.

Then, the gunner pressed the button, and a cannonball flew out, and he fell to the ground from blood loss, and as he fell to the ground, a bright fireball and a loud noise came from below the hillside.

Both mortars were destroyed, and even the cars were blown to pieces, so that the Belgian mercenaries who had already attacked the front of the position suddenly unloaded their last energy, and when the commander of the butter squad shouted bayonets and charged me, the mercenaries directly gave up the victory that could be reached immediately, and began to retreat.

The dozen or so mercenaries at the front were too close, and when they saw the fierce PMC with bayonets rushing over, they simply threw away their weapons and raised their hands to surrender, and the butter team did not continue to pursue, but drove back with the captives after less than a hundred meters.

Looking at his men who were embarrassed to retreat from the mountains to the forest, Eke couldn't get angry, why couldn't these guys hold on for the last thirty seconds?

He wanted his subordinates to rush back to the position at the foot of the mountain again, but before he could wait a few minutes, the recoilless cannon on the hillside rang out again, and began to bombard the forest, the flying sawdust made Eke couldn't help but shrink his neck, looking at his gray-faced and wounded subordinates, Eke could only helplessly signal everyone to retreat, this forest was being bombarded by the other party, and it was impossible to stay!

Eck, who retreated, could only go to François, and the two sides joined forces, although everyone looked discouraged, but after all, there were many people here, so the morale of the bombardment that had just been blown up quickly rose back.

"We can't fight like this, we have to focus on attacking and gather forces to take one place!"