Chapter 197: Someone is in a hurry

"Look, it's called Dunkirk in Africa!"

After hearing the sound of the transport plane landing, and the cheers like a wolf crying and howling, Shepard, who has always been good at self-explanatory, immediately started his favorite international joke, although this is true, but the problem is that there is an Englishman sleeping next to him, Parker is also an old London flag, it has always been a double standard, it is okay to scold his own country, and it is resolutely not okay for others to scold!

Although all the weapons and equipment were lost, and hundreds of friendly troops were left behind, these were no longer important to the Shadow Company P-S who had safely withdrawn, after all, friendly troops were used to sell.

Even Hannibal said conclusively that they left friendly troops at the airport for their own good, after all, the SPLM is the Angolan people's own team, with strict military discipline and unity, which is not known how many times better than the comprador army like the PLNL, anyway, these guys may have to defect in the future, and it is better to push the boat down the river now to be a cheap favor.

Then, Hudson gave him a kick.

"An infantry battalion, just open your mouth and send it!"

"I didn't send more! What are you?"

"I'm more than you!"

Hannibal was not polite either, and kicked back, and then the two began to report their losses.

"Hey, hey, it's not an honorable thing, why are you still arguing?"

Plomri, who was on the same plane as them, was eager to sew up the mouths of the two at the moment, saying that the ugliness of the family would not be publicized, but the two of them couldn't wait to clean up the bottom directly.

The defenders of the airfield sent away almost 600 guns one after another, and there were at least thirty supporting firepower, including mortars and recoilless guns and the like, in addition to a larger number of bazookas, guns and grenades, so to speak, everyone except the pants that were brought back, everything else was left there!

And now, the Shadow Company has to rely on the twenty or so rifles in the hands of the base guards to eat!

In addition to the weapons that were lost cleanly, the three combat detachments organized by Shepard were all disabled, half of them were injured, and the remaining half went to heaven, although there were supplements, but the people who replenished also lost a lot, but fortunately, some people paid for these losses, although the CIA was not a good person, but it was quite diligent in paying for it, and there was no less than any compensation and supplement, and even the money at the airport was settled an extra amount. Z.br>

"So, what's next?"

"What's next? Wait!"

Anyway, whether it's the Shadow Company, the mercenaries, or the CIA's field agents, everyone has lost their equipment, and they can't do anything they want.

"At this moment, we don't need to be in a hurry, because someone will be in a hurry! So let's come to my base and play chess first! I don't have much else here, it's just a lot of fun!"

Perhaps it was because the troops really needed to recuperate, so after thinking for a few seconds, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie Matt immediately agreed to Shepard's invitation, of course, many years later, Lieutenant Colonel Charlie Matt swore that this was probably the most regrettable thing he had ever done in his life, because that damn American miscellaneous hair (Lieutenant Colonel's words) poached nearly two-thirds of his men!

So time seems to stand still again, when tens of thousands of black uncles are fighting each other for their own future, in the base camp of Katanga, the contractors seem to have returned to their junior high school summer camp, the wounded recuperate on time every day and eat fresh cream ice cream, while the others play cards, chess, fishing, camping, and barbecue.

Shepard was especially fond of taking dozens of people on a fishing trip, so that he was not the only one in the Air Force, and then he could tell the chef that if he couldn't catch a fish, he would go to the market and buy it.

However, such a good day does not include the few air force pilots who saved everyone from fire and water, although they no longer have to travel thousands of kilometers to transport ammunition and pick up the wounded, they only need to have nothing to do to drop some supplies on the frontline SLF troops.

However, this hectic life is not much, because the troops of the SPLF are very understanding, and they know the difficulties of supply, and they work hard every day to shorten the supply line.

Yes, that's right, shorten the supply lines! High Emotional Intelligence: Shorten Supply Lines! Low EQ: Defeated by the enemy!

So Shepard had another daily pleasure, which was to read the day's report to Parker after playing poker in the evening.

After all, the fun is for everyone to share!

The SPLM has successively mobilized almost 15,000 pure combat troops, and these troops are now pushing towards the entire north with a full-scale offensive posture, and the number of SLA troops fighting with them is about 12,000 people, it stands to reason that the gap of 3,000 people is not huge, and it is just like that on a front of hundreds of kilometers, but the SLA still successfully refreshed the lower limit of Shepard's perception of Uncle Black's combat power.

For example, an infantry regiment with a number of 4,000 people defends a valley front almost 12 kilometers wide, and the average commander must know that the firepower must be allocated according to the terrain, but this commander with an incomplete brain and a completely undeveloped cerebellum simply lined up his troops on the defensive line, and the SPLM troops attacking them were also lined up in a row, and after a day of fierce fighting between the two sides, the Cuban tank men who rushed to reinforce did what thousands of people did not do with two T3485 tanks. It took them only fourteen minutes to break through the SLP defenses, and then the two tanks chased Uncle 1,000 for a full 20 kilometers before stopping.

Shepard defended the airport for eleven days, during which they did not lose an inch of the target they had to defend, but in less than four days, they lost more than 5,000 people, of which only more than 100 were killed, and the rest were all captured and captured.

Such a performance made the CIA and the Pentagon top brass almost drop their jaws in shock, Lao Tzu spent millions of dollars on this kind of thing?

In order to stabilize the front, they used 54 transport planes to directly send three infantry battalions from the Democratic Republic of the Congo to the front line, and then, CIA Director William Colby personally visited the Democratic Republic of the Congo to prepare to coordinate the joint actions of the Democratic Republic of the Congo and South Africa.

The Shadow Company, which had excelled in the defense of the airport, had also been given a new contract, and Colby knew that the only person he could rely on at the moment was these mercenaries, who were about to take ownership of the two oil fields in northern Angola and hand them over to Shepard.

"I hope you can stop the enemy's attack as quickly as possible, and if you need anything, tell Hudson directly, and I will make it up to you in the shortest possible time! I only ask for one thing, Mr. John Shepard, that I want to hear the good news!"