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Negotiations broke down, ready to attack the tough, ah no, the news of preparing to defend quickly spread to every corner of the team. After learning that the other party wanted to pull all the men in the team to work as hard labor, and the women to work as rbqs, it was quite a bit. The panicked reporters and doctors were united instead.

"I've been in Afghanistan and can shoot, give me a gun to fight with you!" shouted a war correspondent raising his hand.

"No, you are the people who record history, the camera pen is your weapon, and our job is to fight with guns!" Arthur Morgan nodded with satisfaction, the people's hearts are available! It's not in vain that he changed the other party's ultimatum.

The pen holder is our weapon! A group of reporters froze like a dick. They took out the guy who was eating, connected to the satellite network, and sent out the first-hand battle situation. Even a few powerful reporters found the French who gave them the ultimatum. The ins account of the mercenary, from this, I followed the clues and found several Western mercenaries that were hired.

At this moment, these reporters turned into righteous keyboard warriors, and each article flew out of this snowy basin and flew to every corner of the world.

"Shock! A series of articles such as a large country dispatching military personnel to interfere in other countries' internal affairs, "Stories that have to be told in the civil war in Sokovia", and "Cannonballs are only one meter away from me" have been crowded into the headlines of news websites within an hour. On the front page of entertainment headlines and Justin Hammer took over Stark cover girl neck and neck.

In this time and space in 2010, European countries have also suffered from financial crunch problems. The common people marched and made troubles from time to time, smashed, smashed, looted and burned. When the big European countries saw big news that could divert the attention of the common people, they quickly added fuel to the flames. .

So by the time Fisher arrived in Washington, the headlines had turned into the French Army's invasion of Sokovia and massacres of its inhabitants, and a blatant attack on a United Nations convoy of supplies to cover up the crime.

Even the picture of the hapless Frenchman was turned up and painted with graffiti like genocide, executioner.

When Fisher learned of this, he couldn't help laughing and crying. He could only sigh that these Texans could really do something, and then he let Kate continue to help fuel the flames. After all, the bigger the trouble, the better it would be for the giant.

The two armies were fighting, and their hearts and minds were the top priority. In order to dampen the morale of the other side, Arthur Morgan sent his men to sprinkle dozens of broadsword mines along the front of the foxhole. These iron boxes with a killing range of nearly 100 meters were improved. Steel balls The larger the number, the smaller the charge, and the more casualties it will cause once it enters the detonation range.

In addition to laying mines, Arthur also asked his subordinates to dismantle the remote-controlled weapon stations on several armored vehicles. The range of the grenades fired by these 40mm grenade launchers can cover the entire plain. Most importantly, Arthur also found that they were carrying a Cardinal armor-piercing grenade.

While Arthur Morgan was ready to hold on, the other party was not idle.

Because of the support of the gold master's father, the rebels hired a large number of foreign soldiers. During the first wave of the attack, the commander of the rebels, a middle-aged bearded man named Big Daddy, did not have a pension because he was distressed. Let these foreign friends go into battle, but seeing that the wealth worth tens of millions is only a few kilometers away from him, Big Daddy is anxious and itchy, plus Captain Duggar told him to withdraw if he doesn't want to fight. , if you want to fight, hurry up. Dag, who has been in the foreign corps for a few years, knows the style of the giant god. In Africa, they have seen the end of the tribal armed attack on the giant god mining team.

The Su-25 attack aircraft that just arrived is just an appetizer. If it wasn't for the weather and the new arrival, I'm afraid it's not some iron bomb that fell on their heads, but the Jadam joint guided attack ammunition, which the giant special forces like to do the most. It is to use a transport plane to drop this thing from an altitude of 10,000 meters. Through parachute deployment, Jadam can float a distance of dozens of kilometers and hit the target.

Not to mention that the rockets that can be called local tyrants wash the ground. Dag remembers rumors in the industry that the giant god has a heavy equipment called catastrophe. That thing is like a rocket that can fly. A salvo can destroy an urban area, but He had only heard of it.

After hesitating again and again, Big Daddy felt that he still had the strength to touch the opponent. After all, his elite mercenaries had not yet been dispatched.

"Hit!" The big man studied the map carefully. The giant god's military base is more than 200 kilometers away from here, and the reinforcements have to run for at least one night. As long as he launches an attack now, wait until the giant god's reinforcements arrive and leave them. There is only one corpse.

"Are you sure you want to fight? Sir?" Captain Duggar looked at Big Daddy with an embarrassed expression. He really didn't want to fight, but he had already signed the contract, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"That's right, there are only less than a hundred of them. Even if we fight one against ten, we have two thousand people, not to mention that we still have so many tanks and armored vehicles!" The big man is full of confidence, and my population of two thousand rides How to lose face?

"Okay, I understand!" Duggar nodded. Although Big Daddy is the boss, the actual command still depends on Captain Duggar.

Since he took the other party's money, he had to do something. In view of the cannon fodder's impending morale and rigid tactics, Dag dismantled the hundred or so mercenaries he had brought with him and stuffed them into the cannon fodder. Not even the tank units were put down.

Not only that, for the night vision goggles and high-precision sights equipped by the giant peacekeepers, Duggar specially set out several mortars, and fired flares into the sky all the time.

"Ready to fight!" In the blizzard, three green signal flares rose, Arthur Morgan put on his helmet, jumped into the foxhole, closed his eyes, and waited until the artillery fire ended.

Because they were still thinking about those materials, the artillery bombardment of the rebels avoided the basin and only bombarded the outer defensive positions. Although the infantry of the rebels was overwhelmed, the artillery could still guarantee an effective hit rate. Most of the works excavated by the troops were soon destroyed.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, amidst the crunch of falling trees and the roar of diesel engines, more than a dozen tanks and a larger number of armed pickups appeared in the forest, and further behind these vehicles, It was a large swarm of militants pouring out from Wuyang, under the temptation of a big reward and the threat of death if one step back, these militants who had only undergone a short period of training rushed towards the basin a few kilometers away.

"Don't fire without an order, pay attention to saving ammunition!"

The sensor on the helmet is only a preliminary estimate, and the number of people exceeded 1,000, which really gave Arthur Morgan a headache, and the commander of the Titan tank just said that because the previous bombing used a lot of grenades, don't expect that 150.

"How long will the reinforcements take?" Seeing the tanks and armed pickups that stopped and waited for the infantry from time to time, Arthur was looking forward to a wave of air strikes at this moment.

"The base said they just took off another batch of Su-25s, but those attack planes only have cannons and drop tanks! Chief Bishop has dispatched an advance assault team, and we are still three hours away!" Han Han Marston put it down Radio, said with a grin.

"The auxiliary fuel tank is also fine, let them hurry up!"

After entering two kilometers, the grenade launcher on the giant's side began to roar. In the sound of the bullets, red high-explosive grenades were sent into the sky, and they fell freely after crossing a distance of two kilometers. Smashed to the ground, and then bursts of flames.

Amid the wailing of the wounded and the coercion and enticement of their superiors, these cannon fodders ignored the dead comrades and the flying shrapnel, and continued to advance with desperate cries. In less than a minute, they lost hundreds of people.

"That's it, keep going! Tanks, give me their point of fire! Fire!"

In order to kill the few heavy firepower on the giant's side, the anti-government armed forces did not hesitate to use human lives as bait. As long as the grenade launcher or anti-tank launcher on the giant's side opened fire, a shell would land on his position within ten seconds. superior.

After a few rounds of shelling, the heavy firepower in Arthur's hand was running out. Even the Titan was unable to carry out effective fire strikes because of the opponent's tank. Although the m60 couldn't beat the Titan, it was no problem to hit the external sensors and electronic equipment, and even the sturdier armor kept falling. In front of the high-explosive bomb, the phenomenon of cracking will also occur.

At this time, the anti-government infantry had approached a distance of one thousand meters.

"Free to fire, free to fire! Block them!"

At this moment, the soldiers of the giant god experienced what is called ant duo biting an elephant. A machine gunner has dropped four or five empty drums under his feet, and even the barrel of the gun has caught fire and smoke, but the enemy in front of him is still the same. Many, even the snipers who originally shot slowly had to adjust the weapons in their hands to fully automatic, because they could hit people with their eyes closed.

Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, the wounded kept falling and being pulled out of the position. After seeing the enemy tank run over the buried broadsword, Arthur immediately ordered the detonation.

So Dag, who was sitting in the tank, only heard a dull explosion, and then the militants in the front row suddenly collapsed as if swept by an invisible slap, making the comrades behind them instantly at a loss.

"My legs!" The fallen wounded are finished. Their lower bodies are covered with steel balls. If they are not treated, they will soon die of hypothermia and excessive blood loss!

"Hurry up and save people!" Not only the cannon fodder soldiers, but also a small number of mercenaries were frightened. Seeing their familiar comrades wailing at their blood-stained arms, they also trembled in fear. .

"Don't save people, keep going!" Dag leaned out of the tank, shot the mercenary who was about to save people, and roared and ordered the others to continue to attack. He had already pressed them all, if he couldn't win, Then waiting for him is a dead end.

Looking at the commander who looked like a madman, and even ordered the tank to turn the turret back, the rest of the people could only charge while praying. After all, the opponent's firepower has been sparse a lot, as long as they cross that slope, they can win!

Seeing that the gun barrel of the opponent's tank was about to hit his forehead, Arthur's air support finally came, and the hot metal stream spewed out by the Gsh-301 30mm double-barreled machine gun instantly created a line in the infantry group. After the short 250 rounds of spare ammunition were emptied, these attack planes dived down again and dropped the external auxiliary fuel tank.

Although the effect is not as good as napalm, the sprayed jet fuel still pulled out a wall of fire, and even a pilot threw the fuel tank into the tank cluster and set three tanks on fire.

"Ah!" Like the straw that broke the camel's back, the low-altitude Su-25 swept through the large-caliber machine guns on the armed pickups, and ignored the stingers that followed, and continued to swept past the battlefield. , the anti-government armed forces finally collapsed. At this moment, whether white or black, or officers and soldiers, all dropped their weapons and began to flee. Some people even took off their military uniforms while running, wearing only a dirty cotton jacket and Cotton pants ran into the forest.

"Marston, whoever told you to come with me, I'm going to stab that French guy alive!" After confirming that the other party was really fleeing, Arthur dropped the revolving sniper rifle that was full of ammunition in his hand and picked it up from the side. An engineer shovel jumped out of the trench, and he just saw the arrogant Frenchman, like a rooster, who did not forget to wear his red beret when he ran.

The strong exoskeleton provided Arthur with a steady stream of strength, allowing him to run a distance of a thousand meters with a sprint speed of 100 meters, and then kicked the Frenchman into the mud.

"Bastard, look at you being tough on Lao Tzu!" Like an eagle catching a chicken, Arthur picked up the Frenchman, spit on the other's face, and then pressed him back to the ground.

"I... Surrender... Surrender... You... You... Can't... abuse... Captives!" The Frenchman, who had knocked out a mouthful of teeth, couldn't care to spit out the mud in his mouth, and desperately begged for mercy.

"Prefer your grandmother! I'm not a regular army!" Although he wanted to kill the opponent with one punch, Arthur still endured it. After all, Fisher had repeatedly mentioned the giant god's captive policy, neither preferential treatment nor abuse, any hand Those with blood in them will be thrown into the Sahara for ten years, and if you come back alive, you will be released! Looking at the figure of this French guy, Arthur Morgan doesn't think that this guy can carry it there for ten years, and he will be buried in sand after five years!

"Damn, I'll take care of you when you go back!" Morgan, who was only in recovery after taking a mud bath for the other party, gave the other party a hard kick until Marston came over. stop.

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