"Taken, taken!"

When the high ground was captured, there was an uproar in François's headquarters, but it was not François who was the happiest, but the big financier behind François, the commissioner from the United Mining Company.

The commissioner, who was 1.6 meters tall and weighed 208, had come for the BHP mine, and as soon as he entered the door, he strongly demanded that François not allow the destruction of BHP's construction machinery, because those things had already been booked by United Mining.

François was very speechless about this, but after seeing that the other party was very polite and brought some food and drink, and some ammunition supplies, François still agreed to the other party.

Then, the chattering commissioner was at the headquarters while eating dessert while commenting on the current state of the war, this commissioner, who had also served as a soldier during the war, and according to him, he had a real bloody battle with the Germans, so he had a very deep opinion about the situation.

Shepard's Shadow Company has become an armed thug who covets the wealth of others, and François wants to laugh angrily, because the Shadow Company in the other party's mouth has killed more than 80 of his brothers in two days, and more than 100 people have been wounded, so to speak, he has lost almost half of his manpower.

But he could not refute him, so he could only let him make a big deal of nonsense here, and when the news of the occupation of the heights came, the commissioner immediately gave François a very warm hug.

"I knew I was right about you!"

"We'll talk about that later, and now, I want to go to those guys' positions!"

François walked out of the headquarters with the displeasure in his heart, and then climbed the high ground on the north side in his jeep.

At this moment, the battle between the two sides has stopped again, and the Shadow Company is reinforcing its defenses and adjusting its deployment at the mine, while the mercenaries are also gathering strength to continue advancing.

When François set foot on the high ground, the mercenaries were still laboriously towing the field guns up the hillside, because the trucks could not be driven to the position because of the large number of trenches and staggered foxholes.

And when he walked to the edge of the highlands and looked at the mining area below, François felt even more dizzy, BHP has been in operation for less than two months, several buildings have risen from the ground, plus those wooden buildings, a dozen buildings, plus various factories, smelting workshops, if you want to control all here, I am afraid that five hundred people are not enough.

"There's no need to fight with them for these buildings, let the artillery do it, it only takes a few shots, those buildings will be finished, our goal is to take the mines!"

"What about the South Side Heights?"

"It doesn't matter over there, we've already occupied the north side, and that's enough!"

It took the mercenaries a noon to drag the field guns from the forest to the top of the mountain, everyone was tired and out of breath, but fortunately the kitchen brought the only hot meal in the past two days, although it was just bread and a simple hot broth, but the portion was enough, plus the canned chickpeas carried by the mercenaries themselves, everyone had a good meal.

The PMCs of the Shadow Company were not treated so well, and everyone's lunch was canned German sausage with compressed biscuits, and the three of them could also get a bottle of Coke.

During the meal, the two sides did not forget to taunt each other in their respective defensive positions, and the PMCs of the Shadow Company even threw away the empty Coke cans, making the mercenaries on the hillside almost distort their noses.

"What about the cannon, what about the cannon?"

Soon everyone began to shout for the artillerymen to come and cheer up, François looked at the shells that could be counted on one finger at hand and was really a little worried, so dozens of rounds were his last stock, and after the shot, it was really gone!

But his subordinates' expectations were too eager, so he could only nod.

"Work harder artillery!"

So the artillerymen, who had not finished their meal, could only start working again, leaving the pots and pans in their hands and starting to work.

Then, someone seemed to hear the faint sound of propellers coming from the air.

“？”

"What sound?"

"Did you hear that?"

Someone stopped and held their breath, and after a few seconds, their faces suddenly changed.

"Helicopter!"

Immediately the artillery positions were in disarray, some were preparing to cover the artillery with camouflage nets, others were trying to find weapons to guard, and others were looking for cover.

François jumped into the foxhole under the cover of his men, and then shouted at everyone to be on guard to see where the helicopter was coming from.

Everyone tried their best to look, but no one could see the shadow of the helicopter, only the sound of the rotors became clearer and clearer.

It wasn't until someone looked up overhead that they noticed a black spot in the direction of the sun.

The two Huey helicopters began to climb at a great distance this time, and the maximum lift limit was 4,000 meters, and Huey climbed to a height of 3,000 this time before turning to level flight, and the plane at an altitude of 3,000 looked on the ground, even about the size of a bird, and the mercenaries did not notice it at all.

It wasn't until the helicopter began to dive down that everyone heard a clear sound that they reacted.

The machine guns that had just been on guard began to adjust their angles with difficulty, and were even forced to change their firing positions, and the machine gunners had to remove the machine guns from the tripod first, and then wait for the co-shooter to change positions before reinstalling them.

After the erection was completed, the shooter had to adjust the ruler visually, and by this time the celestial Huey had descended to a height of five or six hundred.

Immediately, the sides of the wing flashed with fire.

This time, the helicopter did not adopt any tactics of close attack, the high ground is so large, and the skilled shooter directly began to throw rockets at a height of four or five hundred meters away, although it is not as accurate as the fire control computer of later generations, but the general coverage area is also about the same, dozens of rockets are like raindrops all falling, and then, covering the entire defensive position.

"Get the shells out of here!"

François shouted loudly, but it was too late, because time was tight, and all the shells that had been carried were hoarded in the open on the artillery position, so a rather tragic explosion appeared before François's eyes.

More than a dozen shells exploded on the artillery position in a row, and the violent shock wave even distorted the steel and blew the artillery away, and the mercenaries on the artillery position were blown away like leaves.

At this moment, it seemed that the earth was shaking, and the falling rockets seemed to be no longer important, and what left the deepest impression on the mercenaries on the top of the mountain was the sky-high flames and twisted flames, as well as the scorching heat.

"Remember to remind us that our arsenal must be well managed!"

Hannibal looked at the tragedy on the hill and said to his deputy beside him.