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"Understood." Lincoln cut off the communication and slowly returned to the woods.

"Captain, did we just withdraw like this? We won't have this chance next time.

Especially since we also killed two sentinels on the fake position, they will definitely realize that they have been exposed.

It would be impossible to stay here in the future, and even the previous shelling position would not be used by them.

Doesn't this mean that we got nothing this time? "A mercenary was a little eager and authentic.

Lincoln nodded, "It's not nothing, at least we can figure out the surrounding terrain.

And where they might set up artillery positions. It is also very beneficial information for future operations.

This is the purpose of this reconnaissance.

And according to our report, the headquarters has been determined. An artillery battalion here is not the main artillery of the enemy.

It's probably just a bait. "

Another mercenary whispered, "Anyway, these are artillery. If you can kill them..."

"Yes." Lincoln was silent for a while. "Dare we do it ourselves?"

"Let's do it ourselves? We are only a dozen people. This is an artillery battalion of the enemy." The mercenary whispered, "Can it work?"

Lincoln whispered, "According to our previous observations, there are no other enemies around this artillery battalion.

And these guys are artillery, and they are not very vigilant in the rear.

If we seize the opportunity, sneak a vote and run..."

"Just get a vote and run? That's an artillery battalion full of establishments, a dozen cannons, and more than 500 people.

Can we run with one vote? Maybe we all have to stay in this **** place. "The other mercenary frowned.

Lincoln whispered, "I didn't say that we must fight, we can secretly kill them without them preparing."

"Captain, if you secretly kill a few I believe, you can kill so many...

No one is sure of this, right? "The mercenary is a little embarrassed.

"Use your brain." Lincoln pulled him to his side. "Did you see there?"

"What is that, artillery? You mean to blow up those artillery? Our explosives are not enough." The mercenary hesitated.

Lincoln shook his head. "I mean the one on the gun, the scope.

The howitzer is a long-range artillery that usually strikes targets from several kilometers to tens of kilometers away.

At this time, the naked eye can no longer see the target, and you cannot aim directly like tank guns and cannons. You can only aim indirectly.

That is the indirect scope. "

The mercenary nodded, "Understood. So what?"

"Does anyone know artillery? Come and tell him." Lincoln smiled.

"I know a little bit." Another black mercenary came up. "Most of these artillery are aimed indirectly.

The scope of the artillery is not pointed at the target, but at a manually set aiming point, which can be a benchmark or a calibrator.

If conditions do not permit, you can also choose obvious ground reference objects, such as lone trees, chimneys, etc.

In theory, two lines are used, one is the line of sight between the artillery and the reference object,

The other is the line between the artillery and the target, which is the line of the gun.

Measure the angle between the line of sight and the line of the gun, and adjust the sight so that it is at the same angle to the gun barrel.

When the aiming reference object is used again, the muzzle is pointed at the target. This is the purpose of the indirect sight. "

Lincoln nodded, "Every gun has a scope.

We can't kill the cannon, but we can start with the sight.

A dozen of us, each responsible for stealing a scope, can turn the artillery of this battalion into blind men who can't aim.

If we are careful enough, we won't disturb them.

Unconsciously, he paralyzed an artillery battalion. "

"Don't they have spares?" the mercenary whispered.

"Who? The Orumi Federation Army? Just their poor, it would be nice to have one on each artillery.

The spare is just thinking too much. Moreover, the indirect scope used in this gun is a sophisticated optical instrument.

Each artillery must be specially calibrated. They have no extra scopes. "Lincoln smiled slyly.

"Oh?" A weird smile appeared on the mercenary's face, "Hey, hey, hey..."

Lincoln slapped him, "We have to take part in the job. Someone must be responsible for attracting their attention. I want a few good marksmanship.

Go to the woods over there, plant some booby mines in the woods, and then open fire to attract their attention.

The people on our side took advantage of the chaos and took off all those sights. "

"It's that simple?" the mercenary asked in a low voice.

"Wait, wait until it's time for them to eat. They will dine there together. Here at the artillery, at most a few soldiers will be on duty.

And once there is an exchange of fire, the attention of these soldiers will be attracted by the movement there, and we can take advantage of our mobile hands.

After we were done, we grabbed a car and ran back.

The screeners, after getting my signal, started to withdraw separately and merged with us near the false position before. "

Lincoln made a gesture. "Is there a problem?"

"Captain, are you sure this is true? There are only a dozen of us." One of the mercenaries whispered.

"We abolished an artillery battalion of the enemy army, and it's worth it." Lincoln patted his arm. "It's a lot more money than going out on a reconnaissance trip."

"Fuck!" The mercenary lip greedily every day, "This kind of good thing doesn't happen every day."

"That's right! Don't want to make a lot of money, what mercenary do you do?" Lincoln beckoned, "Come here, let's plan."

Lincoln gathered all his mercenaries, and found the mercenaries with good marksmanship and agile minds. He brought a few others to take the responsibility of attracting the enemy's attention.

Then the rest of the people gathered together and sneaked all the way to the periphery of the artillery position.

The artillery of the Orumi Federal Forces was also afraid of exposure, and their cannons were hung with camouflage nets and jumbled branches.

On the other side of the artillery position, several soldiers were on duty at a distance.

Lincoln and the other mercenaries were all hidden near the woods, just waiting for movement there.

The few mercenaries he sent out were all veteran oil, and there were a lot of dark tricks.

Toss and prepare in the other direction, seeing that it is almost noon.

It was lunch time, and the Orumi Federal Forces began to assemble for dinner.

After these Orumi Federation forces have undergone certain training organized by the secret agency, they have been quite disciplined.

They all lined up and walked over to have a group meal.

Because of this, their crowd is quite concentrated, and they are not armed.

After all, when eating in the wild, most of them sit on the ground.

If you still carry your weapon as usual, it seems a bit too intrusive.

Therefore, during the meal, they follow the tradition of artillery, and most of the individual weapons are concentrated behind the artillery and placed in a unified manner.