"With this, the attack should be a lot smoother!"

"yes, otherwise why would I have gone to such great lengths to bring these guys, but alas, if they had arrived yesterday, we wouldn't have had to do so much!"

"It's not too late today!"

Captain Malashenko, who was gulping hot porridge into his mouth, looked at the time and said.

"Well, after breakfast, we are ready to attack, today, we must take the airport!"

Compared with the Anrenyun with hot soup and rice, the Ps in the airport are a little shabby, and everyone's breakfast is only canned bread with canned luncheon meat, but fortunately, instant coffee is still enough.

"So, Luanda is now on us?"

"Yes, the news came this morning that the SPLM and the SPLF have agreed to stay on hold for the time being, so we don't have to worry about being surrounded by tens of thousands of Black Uncles tomorrow!"

"But it's still possible for hundreds of Cuban paratroopers or Soviet paratroopers to fall from the sky, right?"

Shepard held up his fork and shoved a piece of greasy luncheon meat into his mouth, then continued.

"Shouldn't it be more terrifying than Uncle Black's heavily armed Soviet GIs!"

"This, this is too!"

"So ........."

Before Shepard could finish speaking, he felt the ground shake, and almost at the same time, there was an even more violent explosion in his ears.

"Shelling?"

Shepard wanted to say something, but Hannibal on the side of the hangar pulled him to the underground passage on the side of the hangar, and the others followed as if they were suddenly realised, and just after the last P jumped into the passage, the ceiling of the hangar slammed, and a large amount of debris and dust fell.

"These guys, hit it right!" Z.br>

After several people moved from the underground passage to the hangar on the other side of the runway, they saw several clouds of smoke and dust depleted from the top of the hangar they used as a command headquarters, and the explosion blew out potholes on the top of the cement hangar, and the collapsed cement debris even flew 100 meters away, and the antenna originally erected on the top of the hangar had also disappeared.

"One, two, three, three cannons! It should be a mortar company belonging to the battalion, and looking at the caliber, it is estimated to be 120 heavy force!"

Before Shepard could speak, a veteran had already judged the number and caliber of the opponent based on the sound of the cannonball, and Shepard used his reserve knowledge to judge that the opponent might be using Type 3 120mm heavy mortars, this thing is widely equipped with Soviet motorized infantry battalions and airborne troops, the battalion size is generally three, and the regimental level is six, this thing can smash 15.8 kg shells to 5,700 meters away, and it is not too ruthless to smash opponents like the Shadow Company who have no heavy firepower.

Soon the observation post radioed the opponent's artillery position, which was four kilometers away.

"Can you call the Air Force?"

"I'm afraid not!"

"Where's the helicopter?"

"It's too far to fly, and even if the transport plane comes, the airfield is all within its range, and assembly and take-off are a problem!"

"Damn! How many good things are they missing?"

Shepard really regretted why he came to the airport at the moment, he wanted to show up on the front line to cheer up his subordinates, and if the situation was not right, he would take the plane and run away, but now, maybe running away has become a problem!

"Now it's not a mortar problem, the command has to be transferred, and besides, the enemy's shelling is accurate, and the second shot falls on our heads, which is definitely operated by elite veterans of the Soviet Union or Cuba! Next, it's going to be hard!"

"yes!"

Compared with the mourning P, Captain Malashenko was extremely excited at the moment, because the initiative on the battlefield had now been transferred to his hands, and last night he received artillery and reinforcements from the escort troops that he had left behind, and the three companies that had suffered heavy losses before were also reintegrated into two companies, and now, it was time for him to counterattack.

"Attack!"

With the flare once again lifted into the air, it was fully rested

The entire SPLM soldiers attacked the airfield defense line again, and this time, they were not only reinforced with manpower and equipment, but also technical units such as snipers and engineers, and the ordinary infantry squad was additionally reinforced with RPG7 rocket launchers.

Compared to yesterday's battle, today's fight against the Shadow Company can be called the standard appearance of this infantry battalion.

Because of yesterday's manpower replenishment, Hannibal adjusted the defensive lines of each combat detachment, and the defensive area of each detachment became larger and more flexible, and even extrapolated to the open space outside the airport.

But now, with artillery, who is still sniping with you!

Hannibal's skirmish line on the outside of the airport was routed in less than ten minutes, and the P-men who were on standby even suppressed the vanguard of the SPLM with firepower, and then, the accurate 120 mortar shells fell, and those elite old gunners didn't even shoot at school, and directly gave the Shadow Company a surprise with @ the first hit, a machine gun team and a sniper team were hit by shells on the spot, and then several skirmishers were also hit, and in less than ten minutes of fighting, the Shadow Company lost five people killed and thirteen people were injured.

Hannibal could only let the defensive line retreat, trying to replicate yesterday's tactic, delaying the MPS infantry attack on the outer wall, and then using the snipers in the tank field on the west side to kill and injure the opponent, but this trick was effective for thirty minutes, and the 120-mm mortar fire that had shifted the firing position collapsed, and the two hapless sniper teams were blown up by shells directly on the top of the tank, and the broken sniper rifle handle even smashed into the feet of friendly troops dozens of meters away.

The infantry group, which was delaying the enemy's attack on the outer wall of the airfield, was also unable to sustain itself under the shelling, and at this moment, the time had just come to about eleven o'clock in the afternoon.

"You can't fight like this! We have limited personnel, and the shelling is too much of a threat to us!"

"Then what should we do, if we don't resist, do we want to hand over the defense line to others?"

"In this way, if we retreat the southern line of defense to the hangar position, and we are here to fight them in close combat, I don't believe that the commander of the other side will dare to throw shells on his own heads!"

Hudson took a sip of the freshly drawn well water, then touched his mouth and said viciously.

"But if the hangar can't be defended, runway 1 and 2 will be dangerous!"

Hannibal immediately raised his objections.

"But there is no other way at the moment, Runway 1 and 2 are lost, and we can still regain them by night fighting, but now that we have all the people, then there will be nothing!"

And when Malashenko learned that today his own people stormed the airport at a slight cost, he was also relieved, and he didn't even forget to emphasize to his deputy the so-called truth of war.

"See, Alyosha, the bigger the caliber, the greater the truth!"

And the deputy also nodded as if he didn't understand.