Battlefield Contractor

More teams entered the railway station area northwest of Alkahn. There are nearly 4,000 troops of the Anmor coalition here, and a dozen temporary strongholds have been built.

Because of the war mobilization, many young people in Alkahn were conscripted, and other people in the villages and towns were also conscripted to build fortifications and barricades in the city. This area has almost become a no-man’s land. The trees have been felled to perfection. In addition to the red soil unique to Africa, there are white and miserable roots of tall trees in the ditch, ridges, and small valleys. It is also rare to see. The acacia tree lowered its head, shaking tremblingly in the wind.

No human smoke, no cows, sheep, chickens, or dogs. It feels lonely and desolate.

The Anmor soldiers at the station have been ordered to temporarily accept the command of the military advisory group. Black Panther Goulei and several Anmore officers have gone to the front to inspect. Late at night at the station, it was dark because of the light control. The stars were swallowed by dark clouds. The weather itself is not good, and the moon has not been seen for several days.

There is a river next to the station. Because of the continuous rain some time ago, the river rushed down. The violent current slapped the river bank, and the sand and stones fell into the water one after another, being held away by the violent waves. The sound of the surging river, like a tiger roar in the deep mountains, is thrilling. The searchlights in the station's stronghold intersectedly radiated pale snake-shaped light strips. In the fields, on the banks of the rapids, they greedily search for something, giving people a terrible feeling.

The offensive of the secret society began on this night. The sound of artillery, gunfire, and grenade sounded in this narrow area from evening to dawn, as if a fierce battle with a broad front was going on.

The secret agency’s armed forces were obviously more organized this time. They cleared the way with a small amount of armor and the infantry charged in concert. A small artillery shell exploded loudly behind Lin Rui, and the dust rose, and some small grains of sand invaded his neck and head. He inadvertently touched his neck, his eyes still watching the front. Small cannonballs fired continuously, and the machine guns of the enemy tanks fired like fountains on the small slope. A few small trees nearby broke the stem, green leaves flew around, and a small stone fell on his left hand. A piece of epidermis was wiped off the back of his hand, and blood drops leaked out.

"Mr. Rick, we guessed it right, there are at least two or three squadrons on the opposite side, and maybe there are more behind." The Anmore officer seemed courageous, like a veteran after many battles.

Lin Rui seemed to have not heard him, and still leaned there, pressing a row of bullets into the barrel.

"They want to take down the soil **** and control the commanding heights on that side." Officer Anmore turned his head and said. "Huh, your hand!"

Lin Rui looked down at his hand and realized that there was blood.

"It doesn't matter!" Lin Rui replied, shaking his head. A thin stream of blood crawled on the back of his hand, he just rubbed his sleeve and ignored it.

The battle was fought fiercely, and the enemies on the left and right cooperated with the frontal attacks and attacked the positions near Xiaopo. Artillery shells, rifle shells and machine gun shells were fired more violently and concentratedly. The position in front of him was surrounded on three sides by the enemy. The officer began to get anxious, and pleadingly said to Lin Rui again like an order: "Mr. Rick, do we need to transfer people to support?"

"Can't move." Lin Rui shook his head. "The front position has been given clear instructions from me. You can retreat when necessary. The position is not important. Only two points are important. One is to hold the enemy and the other is to preserve strength. . And saving strength is to better hold the enemy. Understand?"

"But are we really doing nothing?" the captain of Anmore asked in a low voice. The shells fell continuously into the ravine in front of the station, soaring smoke and thunder-like noise. The artillery armed by the secret society finally opened fire with full force, and began a fierce attack on the Anmore Army and mercenaries hidden in the bunker.

The shells of the rocket launchers were like firebirds, flying their wings, flying from positions in all directions to high altitude, and from high altitude, they pounced on the Anmor defenders on the hills, roofs, valleys, and cliffs. First, it made a neighing howl, then it exploded, and then the mountain shook and the ground screamed, a plume of smoke rose in the sky, and a bright red tongue of fire was spit out. The fire of the nearest bunker flashed and was destroyed in the explosion. The stones, soil and barbed wire were blown to pieces and flew wildly.

The soldiers ran around in the black smoke and raging fire, some crushed with rocks and mud at the same time, and some fell below the steep cliffs.

This side of the Anmore army also fought back. Although they did not have large-caliber heavy artillery, they had some Soviet-made mortars and towed 107 rockets. Although its power is limited, its momentum is not weak. The shells of the two sides exchanged and fired in the air, tearing the atmosphere of Yimeng Mountain at night and spreading a strong smell of gunpowder.

The prelude to the battle-the artillery battle is going on fiercely. This is when the infantry is ready to attack. The opportunity Lin Rui had been waiting for finally came. Several wheeled armors rushed out of the explosion smoke, but soon these wheeled armors were completely blown up by explosives hidden on the side of the road. This kind of home-made bomb with a large charge, powerful explosion and metal armor-piercing effect, is enough to blow up the M1 main battle tank, and several wheeled armored vehicles with weak armor are not a problem.

Peng Lefeng of the mercenary teaching team was transferred to command another company of the Anmor Army. He was replaced by Ahu, who led the elite mercenaries of the original commando team, hiding in a gorge below the high ground where the enemy was trying to attack. In the ditch, and the **** on the left wing where a company led by the Anmore Army was located, formed a pair of iron tongs, ready to pinch the enemy on the high ground, and cooperate with the defenders on the high ground from the flanks to destroy this enemy.

Two consecutive explosions overturned another armored vehicle. These explosives were hidden under the gravel on the side of the road. These rubbles were impacted and scattered like flying sand, hitting the enemy. When the block touched the stone, a cluster of sparks was exploded, flying in front of the enemy's eyes, and it was a blood hole when it hit the body.

The impacted armored car caught fire in an instant, and the militants of the secret society ran around in the flames like they were lost in the fire, making faintly audible howls.

Holding a semi-automatic rifle, Ahu bowed his waist and raised his feet lightly. He ran eagerly from behind and conveyed the order of Black Panther Gulei to his men: "The enemy has moved, orders from the superior! Attack immediately!"

As a result, when two more shells flew from the headspace to the high ground in front, the three assault squads of this platoon rushed out together and approached the enemy in the charge. In the sound of the bombs, they approached the throat of the high ground-under a small mountain bun. The people armed by the secret society noticed them, and the bullets of machine guns and rifles were fired intensively. They rubbed past their ears, on the top of their heads, and on their backs, like a panic shooting star.

(End of this chapter)