Battlefield Contractor

At night, there were sporadic gunshots from the position from time to time, as well as the explosion of grenade. A Moroccan military officer paced back and forth anxiously, "What do these guys want to do? They fire a gun several times every few minutes and throw grenades. Don't they take a break? What's wrong with it?"

"Maybe it's just psychological tactics to show that they have sufficient ammunition. In fact, there is no need to worry. When tomorrow morning, we reorganize the formation and give them a group charge. What if they have more ammunition?" Another officer shook his head. , "Only these lunatics would be stupid enough to use infantry to resist two armored regiments."

"But it took us a day to take Vitambol and we lost several tanks. Have you heard that? In the afternoon shelling, the commander of the 2 regiment was killed by their artillery. Dare to think what will happen tomorrow?" The officer sighed, "Is there any smoke? This night, I can't stand it without smoke."

"It's already done." Another officer shook his head. "This group of **** will probably throw guns, grenades, and mortars all night. It's just to prevent us from having a good night's sleep."

"But in this way, can't they also not sleep? Did they not sleep all night and still want to use flesh and blood against our tanks to attack? Is this group of people sick?" The officer scolded fiercely. After a cry, "Forget it, I'll go and take a tour."

After waiting a long time for the officer to return, another officer asked him, "How is the inspection?"

"Nothing. The place where the shot was fired is almost 3 kilometers away. God knows what this group of people think. Maybe they were just to quarrel us, I almost thought of squinting in the tank for a while.

The greasy air, the shaking suspension seats, and the sweaty cockpit are all noisier than here. "The officer shook his head. "These **** Western Saharans." "

The two of them were still grumbling, but they didn't notice that a group of black people in the distance had quietly bypassed them and passed directly to the tank.

The officers on duty were complaining, but the soldiers under them were afraid to wander around the tanks.

The group of dark shadows headed by German sausages, his face was smeared with black oil, only two eyes were exposed. Several people squatted on the edge of the ruins, looking like they were part of the ruins.

Sausage slowly stretched out two fingers, pointed to his eyes, and made another gesture. Instruct other team members to pay attention, there should be two sentries in front.

But when he took the players to touch it, he found that two sentries were already lying on the ground. Looking at the position of the knife in the two sentries, the sausage knew that Lin Rui did it. Because the stab wound is straight up from the back of the neck, cut the nerve center and penetrate the brain.

This kind of precise surgical operation is difficult for ordinary people to master. And once it has been practiced, it is simply an assassination skill. After the opponent is hit by the knife, it is difficult to move the finger to the trigger.

"Boss, why are you here?" Sausage lowered his voice and asked.

Lin Rui, in a combat uniform, turned out from the darkness, "Go to work, and the sentry will let us solve it. The scarred face is on the other side. After I let him solve it, I will be on the spot. Be quick."

"No problem." Sausage nodded, turned and quickly gestured to the players behind him, "Work, hurry up."

The team members behind him, in addition to the first few personnel responsible for detecting and clearing targets, all the other team members carry on their shoulders and carry various modified explosive devices.

One of the most is the modification of anti-tank mines. These mines have been modified with fuses. Throw it directly to the bottom of the tank and detonate it by remote control. The larger ones are modified large-caliber shells, although they are not as straightforward as anti-tank mines.

In this kind of bomb, there is more charge and more power. The relatively weak tank chassis cannot withstand this degree of explosion, let alone the more fragile armored tracks.

But the whole process is actually very risky. In order to prevent night attacks, there are Moroccan soldiers in every tank. Their actions must be silent and must not disturb anyone.

While one person is setting up the bomb, the rest of the soldiers must firmly guard the hatch of the tank, pay attention to whether someone sticks their head out? If someone comes out, they must clean up the person without attracting attention. Fortunately, this situation does not happen often.

In the whole process, there was only one tank, and a tank crew got out of the tank, not because he noticed any movement, but got out of the car to urinate.

Tank soldiers are also human, so they naturally have to urinate. There is no way to get out of the vehicle during the battle. Usually these tank soldiers will use 12.7mm machine gun bullets to temporarily solve the problem. But when there is no combat mission, most people will choose to jump out of the vehicle to solve it.

The Moroccan soldier was also holding back urine and anxiously, and did not notice too much, so he climbed out of the hatch and jumped down. It's just that as soon as he landed, he was pushed to the ground, and he was hit firmly on the back of his head.

The other mercenaries didn't care about the collapsed soldier and continued to do their jobs. It was not until they finished setting up the bomb that the other soldiers in the tank began to be a little suspicious.

When this companion got out of the tank, he was ready to see the situation of his comrades. But the oncoming sight almost frightened him to death. A tank not far away exploded first, and the impact of the explosion almost lifted the heavy tank off the ground.

A series of explosions followed, and tanks were blown into black smoke by the explosion. The soldiers who survived the tank crawled out of the tank in a panic.

But they were greeted by another series of explosions. The sound of the explosions quickly alarmed the Moroccan commander. They thought it was a shell fired by the enemy. Later, they felt wrong. The sound of the explosion was too close to them.

After the commander rushed out of the shelter under the **** of a group of soldiers, he discovered that the tanks on the position had been bombarded. A wounded Moroccan soldier yelled, "Enemy attack, enemy attack!!!"

At this time, Lin Rui and Sausage's people were already shooting and retreating. This round of night attacks destroyed many tanks of the Moroccan military. The location of the sausage bomb is very tricky, usually directly targeting vulnerable locations such as the engine, chassis, and tank tracks.

Except for some tanks that were blown up, most of the tanks were only partially damaged, and most of them were track damage. This is because the bombs in their hands are not enough to cause more damage and can only destroy the tank tracks, but the destruction of the tank tracks is enough to destroy the tank's mobility.