Battlefield Contractor

Scarface organized the mercenaries to defend, while shouting loudly, "Bazooka, try to destroy that truck for me. If that car is blocked at the door, it will prevent their subsequent vehicles from moving forward. How much can this be? Limit their firepower."

One of his mercenaries stood up. Quickly and neatly put a rocket into the rocket launcher, and then raised the rocket launcher and started aiming.

It's just that this mercenary just raised the rocket launcher, and didn't even open the sight on the rocket launcher. It was swept by the machine gun on the armed truck and fell to the ground staggeringly.

"Fire cover! Go up one more." Scarface shouted immediately.

Another mercenary rolled over to the corpse of the previous mercenary and picked up the bazooka on the ground. A rocket was fired at the armed truck ahead.

There was a loud noise. Although it was an old Soviet-Russian rpg7 rocket launcher, it was easy for an anti-tank rocket launcher to destroy an armed truck.

The heavy truck exploded quickly after being hit hard, and it burned into a ball of flames. The body wreckage from the explosion rollover, billowing black smoke and hot flames. So that subsequent vehicles cannot continue to enter from this gap.

"Good job. You destroyed him, boy." Scarface cheered loudly. But he also knew in his heart that this was only a temporary solution, not a permanent cure.

The offensive of the Western Sahara Youth Fighting Group was only temporarily blocked, and soon they relaunched their offensive. As the front was blocked by a large burning truck, more combat group members launched an offensive from the outside of the hospital wall.

Soon this wall, which was originally simply piled up, was blown into many gaps. A large number of combat group members rushed in from these bombed gaps.

Scarface and his mercenaries were forced into a rush, so they could only ask Lin Rui for help. "Boss, we can't stand it anymore. Come up the sausage reserve."

"Hold on a little longer." Lin Rui said decisively.

A few minutes later, inside the scar was anxiously roared, "Boss, it really won't work this time."

"Hold on for another 5 minutes." Lin Rui shouted sharply.

"Boss, we really need support, don't we still have a reserve team? What are the sausage guys doing?" Scarface asked.

"You'll know soon. Listen to me and hold on for another 5 minutes." Lin Rui replied.

Scarface is a little helpless, he is not a person who likes exaggeration. The pressure on his side is indeed greater now. The main reason is that there are relatively few people here. Under the fierce attack of the Western Sahara Youth Fighting Group, his strength is indeed somewhat stretched.

If the reserve team does not show up again, these Western Sahara Youth Fighting Corps members will already begin to attack the hospital building.

However, those in the Western Sahara Youth Fighting Group are not easy. Before, they believed that there were many people, and did not put Lin Rui and others in their eyes.

But I didn't expect the opponents to have a small number of people, but they did have a set when fighting. They knew how to support and cooperate with each other, and used the topography of the hospital to resist their offensive.

But even so, Scarface and others are still dangerous. The Western Sahara Youth Fighting Corps has begun to attack the hospital building.

At this moment, someone suddenly heard the sound of the helicopter, and the two helicopters of Lin Rui and others suddenly took off.

"No, they want to run." The commander of the Western Sahara Youth Fighting Corps shouted. "Don't let them run, shoot them down."

But most of the members of the Western Sahara Youth Fighting Corps have rushed into the hospital. Almost all of their armed vehicles stayed outside because they could not rush in. In dealing with helicopters, AK47 is obviously inferior to vehicle-mounted machine guns.

Just as they thought of the vehicles outside, what did the helicopters in the air throw out suddenly? Like two cylindrical objects.

"Helicopter bombing?" The commander of the Western Sahara Youth Combat Group had a strange expression on his face. These helicopters seem to be completely civilian models.

Besides, I have never heard of anyone driving a civilian helicopter for bombing. What are they bombing, what are those cylindrical objects?

quickly. These questions have answers. These cylinders fell to the ground with a bang and were smashed to pieces. It was full of liquid, splashing everywhere.

"Sir, they took a helicopter and hit us with buckets." A member of the Western Sahara Youth Combat Group reported.

"Bucket?" The commander of the Western Sahara Youth Combat Corps looked puzzled. Until another bucket landed beside him, the splashing water rolled up the waves flat.

"What are these idiots doing? They don't escape in a helicopter, but throw buckets down on the helicopter. Do they really want to use these buckets to hit people?" The commander of the Western Sahara Youth Combat Corps was angry and funny.

But when he felt the cold feeling after the water splashed on his body. He faintly felt that something was wrong.

When he wiped the water stains on his face and put it under his nose to smell it. The commander's face changed suddenly. "Oh, it's alcohol!"

In the helicopter, Sergey turned to look at the sausage beside him, "This is a shame. Did you know? In the past, when alcohol was prohibited in Russia, those drunks didn't even let go of shower gel and mouthwash.

Not to mention that there is so much medical alcohol. So much alcohol may have been sold at a good price. "

Sausage smiled, "What does that Molotovsk say, Molotov cocktail? Today we will invite these guys to drink a few barrels." After he finished speaking, he lit a smoke bomb and threw it from the helicopter. .

Several large barrels of medical alcohol have all been smashed below, and the medical alcohol has not been diluted, and its ignition point is quite low, about 70 degrees Celsius can ignite. It has become an oversized Molotov cocktail barrel.

Almost instantly the below turned into a sea of ​​fire. After the alcohol was ignited, it spread quickly. The armed vehicles below bear the brunt. One after another exploded in the midst of violent burning, and smoke billowed for a while.

Some members of the Western Sahara Youth Fighting Corps who had alcohol on their bodies were burned all over. Although these medical alcohols are not as good as napalm, once this kind of incendiary bomb is ignited, the burning power is still good.

Seeing all the enemies on fire, they screamed and ran wildly everywhere. Scar's face was as excited as if he had been beaten with blood, "Beat, beat, beat me hard."

In the wireless communication channel, Lin Rui said calmly, "The support you want has been given to you, so it's up to you. I don't want these guys to enter the hospital building alive. As for how they died, just follow Your poop."

"Understand the boss." Scarface roared.

Lin Rui continued to order, "Eric, Yelena, you can now fire freely. I don't want to see a person running away."