Battlefield Contractor

"How do you think we can win by doing this? Will the Red Baron be fooled?" Lin Rui turned to Jiang An. Please search ()! The fastest novel he would like to hear from this judging tactical expert.

"I have analyzed this person comprehensively." Jiang An frowned, "But unfortunately, I have almost never seen someone as complicated as him. His personality is very complicated. He should be a military family with a good education. But it seems that he wants to try his best to forget this. Many times he acts rude on purpose, but in fact he is a thoughtful person.

But at least one thing is certain, he is very arrogant. And has a strong desire to control, like everything to follow his ideas. This also led to the white gloves, who were as arrogant as him, and were very incompatible with him. It's no secret that these two people are not pleasing to each other. "

"Yes." Lin Rui nodded, "Red Baron is a domineering scum, and White Glove is a self-righteous fool. But I don't want an evaluation of them. I want to know if he will be fooled."

"It's hard to tell." Jiang An said in silence for a while. "Maybe he will be fooled, maybe not, it depends. If he stays calm, he will never be fooled. But if he loses his calm, the possibility of being fooled is very high. We have to do something to irritate him, An unbearable humiliation with his arrogance."

"Are you sure?" Lin Rui frowned.

"Yes, because the personality of a battlefield commander can influence the situation of the battle. Everyone's judgments have his subjectivity. So by analyzing the commander's personality, you can use this to figure out the opponent's true combat. Intention. The Red Baron has an overly sensitive and strong character in his character. If we provoke him thoroughly, he will be desperate." Jiang An nodded.

"Then do it. We still have ten days at most, so we can't find them happy. They may be very strong, but all we have to do is a thorn inserted on the back of the behemoth and sink deeply into his In the flesh, it makes him uncomfortable and painful, but it makes him full of strength, but it is useless." Lin Rui slowly said, "We will always irritate him."

"I hope their virus plan will not start too soon." Lincoln took a deep breath.

Within the next few days. Lin Rui's O2 team has completely become a jungle guerrilla. They attacked everywhere, exploded and destroyed, set up traps here, and fired guns there. The troops of the local warlords were similar to those of the militia. Their combat effectiveness was extremely low, and they fled as soon as the gun was fired. The armed men of the secret society had to replace them.

And the superior equipment and number of the secret agency troops could not destroy Lin Rui's O2 team. Just like a cannon machine gun cannot hit mosquitoes, the jungle terrain is complex and guerrilla tactics are flexible and mobile. And the equipment of Lin Rui and others is not weaker than that of the secret society. What they lack is only the number advantage.

However, through their active campaigns and guerrilla warfare, the numerical advantage of the secret society was basically eliminated.

After a few days of fierce fighting, the secret agency’s pursuit and offensive did not work, but many soldiers were lost in vain. It is April, and the rainy season in Africa is approaching. If the fighting cannot be ended in the dry season, they will become more difficult. Even the Red Baron himself did not expect that this mercenary team from the Black Island Company would be able to deal with them in the African jungle with such great perseverance and courage.

These few days, the Red Baron was bored by them. He was furious in the command room of the base, and his face was so gloomy that he looked like a stagnant pool in the forest in Africa.

"Can you tell me how much trouble they have caused us? Just yesterday, these rat-like guys attacked our patrol guards in five different positions. Or yesterday, they bombed If one of our power supply lines hadn't had a backup generator, it would have almost caused a power outage in the entire laboratory." Red Baron said angrily.

"Yes, Baron. But we immediately activated the backup power supply. It did not cause any further losses." A small mercenary leader said.

"Loss? Do you know what the consequences of this loss are? Virus samples worth more than 100 million may lose their activity during a power outage and lose their cryogenic preservation environment. You all know how precious this thing is. In order to get this thing. , We even spent a lot of money to hire people to attack the Russian nuclear test base. Just to create a smoke screen and then safely seize the virus. But the virus that was obtained at such a high price was almost destroyed in the hands of a group of mercenaries. You What does his mother do?" The Red Baron shouted sharply.

No one dared to vent his anger under his loud scolding.

"In order to deal with these mercenaries, you have been busy all day long these days. But the effect? ​​I have not seen the root hair until now. Did you catch them? How many killed and injured them, causing them How many losses have you lost? You don't know anything, because there is nothing. Even now you can't tell the specific number of them. Just like you, you dare to bite the bullet and say that you have done your best?" Red Baron roared.

"Baron... I can't blame the brethren." A small head of the secret society whispered, "They are so fascinating. Besides, there are dense forests everywhere. Everyone knows that such an environment is not good for us."

The Red Baron didn't say anything, but turned around and said, "Everything goes smoothly. What else do you need to raise our people? If you don't have the ability, don't make excuses. What do those African warlords mean? Who agreed to let them join the perimeter defense work? Those guys are just shit, not much better than idiots. You actually just let them participate in the perimeter defense of the base."

"Baron, I just feel that our number is a little bit small. In the case of a large number of sent out to deal with this small group of mercenaries, we can't take into account the defense of the base. So I wanted to put pressure on them in this way, but I didn't expect them to be so unbearable. One blow." A member of the secret society whispered.

"The idea is good, but I beg you not to use your **** to think about problems in the future." The Red Baron sneered. "If you can deal with them with a few local warlords and black militiamen, are they still the mercenaries of the Black Island Company? The militias of the African warlords were placed on the periphery to participate in the defense of the base. As a result, they were defeated as soon as they fought. Our people had to be transferred from other places to assist in the defense. The mercenaries of these black island companies actually turned us around."

"Baron, you give me one last chance. I must search them out and catch them alive in front of you." The secret agency's little head said solemnly.

"You said that two days ago. Yesterday. The **** is here again?" The Red Baron frowned. "Do you know how to count? Do you know what a last chance is."

When he was losing his temper, an armed Secret Service came in outside and whispered a few words in the ear of the Red Baron.

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