"Run, the Chadians are coming!"

The two camel scout cavalry shouted at the top of their voices, and quickly approached the large army,

Because they were so flustered that they lost not only the loot they were collecting, but also their own weapons, and one of them lost his shoes.

But this kind of crisis moment can no longer take care of others, just like an earthquake when you are squatting in the toilet, at this moment, wipe your ass and run away, you always have to make a choice, of course, it is possible to wipe while running, but you should be a minority who can do that.

And these reconnaissance cavalry were not among those few, they did not have guns, so they could not warn from a distance, and they did not have similar whistles and other tools.

Therefore, they danced hand in hand, and did not provide any usable information to the large army in the distance, but made the chief misunderstand.

"These guys are dancing and dancing, are they winning a big battle?"

The chief was puzzled, and neither were his subordinates on the side, but it was still the subordinate of the organic spirit who said.

"I guess we won, and I can't wait to let us know!"

As soon as the subordinates finished speaking, a pickup truck with sand and soil dyed yellow, accompanied by armed soldiers, appeared in the distance.

"Look, they seem to have even driven their cars back!"

"Yes! yes!"

"No, that kid Ali, when will you be able to drive?"

At this time, they also heard the shouts of the scouts.

"If there is an enemy, retreat, if there is an enemy, retreat!"

"Withdraw!"

The chief cried out as if he had just woken up from a dream, and prepared to turn around and run.

By this time, several pickup trucks had already popped up on the other side of the dune.

"Target, front cavalry, fire!"

"Launch!"

The first to fire was not a Chadian machine-gun pickup, but a pickup truck with a cone-like iron barrel mounted on it, with dense hollows at the pointed end.

It's not a high-tech product, but a veteran of decades of battle, whether it's a desert, a snowy ice field, or a ruined town.

This is the UB32 rocket nest from the big brother of the Soviet Union, which can launch the S5 rocket, which is a rocket developed by the Soviet Union in 55 years, with a caliber of 55 mm, but it is no problem to say 57 mm, because its launch tube is 57 mm.

This rocket is widely used in various Soviet-made aircraft, whether it is the old Mi-8 Hippo or the Su25T attack aircraft that entered service later.

It can be said that the S5 rocket, like the British RP3 and the American damper, is a very representative weapon.

These rockets are usually mounted in a large launch nest for salvo fire, which is usually hung on an airplane or helicopter.

The above is just for those regular armies, for those countries or forces in the Middle East or Africa that are in war all the year round, there are often inorganic bullets, so the villagers will find another way to install rocket nests on various vehicles that should be installed on airplanes.

For example, it is installed on the head of the BP1 infantry fighting vehicle, or it is installed on the BRD reconnaissance vehicle, and then there are those installed in the body of pickup trucks like the Chadians, and during the war in Chechnya, Russia, there are also those that weld an iron frame on the ground to install the launch nest.

Anyway, in the end, the rocket will be ejected, so it doesn't matter what platform you use.

The evaluation of this kind of rocket is not very high in actual use, because the design period is very early, so compared with the latecomers, there will be problems such as short range and poor accuracy.

But it also belongs to the kind of high quality and low price, low process requirements, and low production difficulty, so it is very popular with Asian and African villagers.

The Chadians have a lot of this stuff captured from Libya, but because the Chadians have no land for their own helicopters

As a result, Shepard, who had experience in later generations, suggested that PCs put this thing in the car, and so, in this era, it became a tactic pioneered by Shadow Corporation.

The Chadian army also likes to use this thing, it is as light and agile as the 107 rocket launcher towed by a small car, and it is very useful for close targets, so many pickup trucks will have a rocket nest installed, and then a 107 rocket launcher in the back.

And now, these Tuaregs living in Libya, Libyans in the broadest sense of the word, have eaten the rockets of their own homes.

A UB32 rocket nest can install a full 32 rockets, and the Chadians drove up the hill in three vehicles, and there were 96 rockets, which smashed into the guerrillas.

The continuous rockets whizzed out of the nest, and then crossed an arc in the air, falling to the ground, but the rockets with their heads lowered were very cleverly matched the chaotic retreat formation of the guerrillas at the moment, and the dense explosion fell on the guerrillas from beginning to end, almost with great precision.

And the Tuareg cavalry were now scattered like headless flies in the sea of fire, and people were constantly being swallowed up by explosions, the neighing of camels, the screams of the crowd, and the sound of explosions.

At the same time as the rockets were fired, the Chadian army also began to charge in groups, dozens of pickup trucks lined up at intervals of less than ten meters, or staggered back and forth, like a wall to the front, with an indomitable momentum, as if to crush everything.

When the pickup truck charged, the machine gun shooters on the body were still shooting at the fleeing guerrillas, the large-caliber machine guns swept past, and the camels kept running and running and getting planted, and then trying to struggle to get up, but the bullets could easily break the bones and cut the nerves, and the camels could only let out a miserable neighing and struggle on the ground.

And the cavalry on camels rarely died well, and although there was a cushion of sand, some still broke their necks and limbs, and then tried to struggle to escape.

But then they were overtaken by the pickup trucks that were coming from behind.

The Chadian soldiers sitting in the front of the car fired at the people who could not escape as if they were shooting pheasants, and the guerrilla soldiers behaved differently in the face of their guns.

Some begged bitterly, some cursed, and some tried to die with grenades, and after a pickup truck was scarred by a grenade that slipped through the net, and the soldiers on the truck were killed and wounded, the Chadian commander simply gave the order not to leave anyone alive.

"Kill them all and keep firing!"