The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 572 Dongfeng Express

A shell hit the mound not far from the bunker, and the soil splashed all over Ron. Ron spat out a mouthful of mud and said viciously, "What else can I do? Of course it's his fault!"

Of course, what Ron said was vicious, in fact, there is nothing he can do about this situation. He lacks heavy weapons and equipment, and lacks combatants with sufficient experience. Fighting against armored vehicles with flesh and blood is simply a dream!

Of course Ron also understood this, so he prepared early: "Leng Feng, Leng Feng, did you send the video back? What do you say?"

Long before the start of today's battle, Ron had asked Leng Feng to contact the warship preparing to pick up the expatriates back home, informing the warship that there was no need to send a helicopter to pick them up, and also reported the rebels attacking and massacring the expats. Evidence proves this, and warships are authorized to support them with long-range fire.

This is the biggest reliance on Ron daring to use four elite veterans plus a dozen amateur military personnel to fight against well-trained mercenaries.

At this moment, everything that happened here is being transmitted back to the Huaxia warship in real time through the cameras that have been set up, and broadcast to the United Nations. Dad never imagined that after this battle, he is completely famous in the international community.

If it was before, he might be a little happier, because being famous means more employers and higher commissions for her, but now it is not a good thing.

This live broadcast was directly submitted to the United Nations as evidence, and then, the resolution allowing the use of violent means to protect the interests of its own citizens was quickly transmitted back to the warship through channels.

"Immediately search for signals and determine the location of the target."

When the commander gave an order, the soldiers who had watched the live video for a long time and were filled with anger quickly started to act. Immediately, the coordinates of the factory and the locations of the mercenary branches near the factory were sent back to the screen in front of the commander. .

"Report! The location of the phone is locked."

"Report! Target locked."

The captain and deputy captain inserted the missile launch key into the keyhole and turned it, and the missile hatch on the warship opened.

The adjutant walked up to the store manager and stood at attention and saluted: "Report! The launch preparations have been completed, please give instructions!"

"Fire!" The captain almost shouted this sentence angrily.

Following his order, six medium-range tactical missiles flew out of the warship and shot straight into the air. After rising to a sufficient height, they turned around and flew towards the factory.

Outside the factory, relying on the tactics of alternating cover by anti-aircraft artillery vehicles and tanks step by step, the mercenaries quickly pushed the front line to less than 300 meters outside the factory, which is the effective strike range of the [-] fire.

But even so, Ron still had nothing to do with them, because his father ordered the two tanks to stop very slyly, and the machine gunner leaned out from the tank to form a dense firepower with the anti-aircraft artillery vehicle, and then the infantry continued to fight in the middle of the firepower. Push forward under cover.

On the factory side, as long as people from the anti-tank team probed a little, they would be smashed into a sieve immediately.

"MD! I fought with them!" The rich second generation picked up a bazooka at his feet, and was about to go out to fight the mercenaries. Ron was quick-sighted, and pulled him to the ground by the back of his collar.

"Don't be an idiot on the battlefield, okay? Look at their firepower, do you think they'll give you a chance to go all out? Just as you showed up on your side, you were smashed to pieces by their anti-aircraft guns!"

Old God Ron was already on the rock pile behind the bunker. If it weren't for the sound of guns and guns around him, just looking at his demeanor, he would even think he was on vacation at the beach: "Do you know what caliber their anti-aircraft guns are? 20 mm If this kind of bullet hits your body, you won’t even leave a whole body, it will be blown up into pieces, and let your father’s illegitimate son come over and collect the body for you~”

"Then what can we do? Are we just sitting here waiting to die!" The rich second generation said indignantly.

"Of course not." Ron raised his head to observe the opponent's movements with a telescope, and immediately drew a string of bullets. Ron quickly retracted his head again, and the bullets left a string of bullet holes on the wall behind him in vain.

"Have you seen any movies about World War II? Those about the Battle of Stalingrad? No matter how fierce the German tank fire is, if you want to really occupy a place, it will eventually be a confrontation between infantry and infantry, so the German army had to fight the Soviet Red Army in Stalingrad On the streets of Lele, one building after another competes with each other, understand what I mean?
If you really want to go all out, wait until they enter the factory and then go all out, enter the street fighting, tanks are useless at all, they can only be living targets, but we may not need to fight to such a tragic point. "

"Why?" The rich second generation asked puzzled.

"Because behind you there is a country that is getting stronger and stronger."

After Ron finished speaking, he picked up the walkie-talkie and tuned to Leng Feng's channel: "The mercenaries will call up immediately. Has your live video really been sent out? Is it because the shots you gave them were not brutal enough? Otherwise, you can go to Get some ketchup from the kitchen and put it on your face, sell it badly, see if you can make them hurry up?"

"No need, I already..." Leng Feng was about to explain something to Ron, when he suddenly heard a burst of air breaking from the sky, Leng Feng raised his head, just in time to see six missiles approaching them in the air, his face couldn't help showing A gratified smile: "They have arrived."

The last sentence is purely superfluous. The sound of subsonic missiles is so loud that Ron can see it even if he doesn't need to say it. At that moment, he immediately turned around a live camera that was shooting the battlefield next to him, and put his handsome face together. Going to the camera, he said in pure Chinese: "Thank you for the rocket, Laotie, 666!"

Compared with the excitement on Ron's side, the mercenaries felt an ominous feeling in their hearts. Although they were already the most powerful mercenaries in Africa, no matter how powerful they were, they were not strong enough to possess missiles. The real powerful weapon is not something that small mercenaries like them can obtain.

In fact, apart from the Wuchang countries, there are quite a few other non-Wuchang countries that have such a big treasure. Even India, which is known as the third military power in the world, has this big treasure, but after going to the sky, they themselves don’t know where to fly. So it doesn't count.

"Drive!" Seeing the missile getting closer, the old man's face changed, and he sucked hard on the back of the driver's seat. The mercenary in front of him immediately started the car and turned around, but it was still a step too late.

"boom!"

The six missiles landed and detonated immediately, setting off a small mushroom cloud in front of the factory. The mercenaries who were slowly recommending to the factory were blown upside down, and even a tank that was blown over by the airflow generated by the explosion fell to the ground. Become a piece of scrap metal.

The father, who was still arrogant just now, was even more unlucky. The car was in the center of one of the missile explosions. Not far away, the airflow generated by the explosion also blew their car over, and the hood of the convertible off-road vehicle happened to be accidental. on one of his legs.

"Ah!" Dad howled miserably, but none of the mercenaries had the idea of ​​helping him at the moment. The soldier turned his head immediately, and fled the battlefield as fast as he could.

The speed of escape shows the racial talent of black people in sports. In less than a minute, the densely packed mercenary army escaped cleanly, leaving only the mutilated corpses and the wounded who were screaming at their wounds and remained in place. .

"Now I understand why the sprint champions are all black. It turns out that they are all trained like this." The rich second generation was dumbfounded.

Ron shook his head: "Cut~ They just have a bit of an advantage in sprint events. Compared with endurance, such as long-distance running events, you yellow people are the best, such as Koreans."

The rich second generation turned around in astonishment: "Why haven't I heard of any Korean long-distance running champion?"

"Go back and ask your elders who fought in the war to find out."

Ron waved for a car, and the rich second generation drove to the battlefield together. Lao He and his security team had already gone one step ahead and disarmed the wounded mercenaries. Zheng collected the weapons and gave these wounded limited of humanitarian aid.

However, when the collected weapons were collected by Dad, something unusual happened. When Bourne took the pistol from Dad and retracted the bullets, his eyes were immediately attracted by the unique patterns on the shell casings, and he frantically pulled the gun from his collar. Pull out the necklace.

The pattern of the bullet casing hanging on the necklace is exactly the same as the pattern of the bullet in his hand: "It's you!"

The accident attracted Leng Feng, and just as he was about to stop Bourne, his eyes were also attracted by the bullet. Immediately, two fists fell on the old man at the same time.

"Oh my God, how could they beat the wounded?!" Rachel, who was bandaging the wounded, immediately got up to stop them, but just as she took a step, Ron stood in front of her.

"Do what you should do. This matter is purely personal and has nothing to do with you."

"But..." Rachel still wanted to struggle, but was calmed down by Ron's fierce stare?

"It's nothing but, that guy killed Leng Feng and Bourne's girlfriend with his own hands, no matter what they did? I believe there are good reasons."

Ron whispered a few words to the rich second generation, the rich second generation meeting nodded and turned around, led Ron and the three of them into a small room in the factory, and locked them inside.

"Everyone pack up, we'll resend it in an hour, and you'll be home soon!" The rich second generation turned to face his workers and said, everyone burst into cheers.

Just when Ron had just won the factory defense battle, unlike their smoky battlefield, far away in California, USA, in the Pasadena apartment, Sheldon and Amy were making arrangements for the wedding. planning.

"Okay, Amy, it's your turn. The next decision is..." Sheldon tapped on the laptop on the table, and the lottery interface like a slot machine started immediately.

"Come on! I want the first dance, the first dance!" Ai You stared at the turntable expectantly, but finally the pointer stopped at the invitation letter.

"It's an invitation letter. This one is also good. I can give you a personal suggestion. What do you think of the holographic projection released by the robot in Star Wars?" Shelton said with full expectation.

"Thank you for your comments, but this is my decision, and I have decided that the invitation should be written in Old English calligraphy on Egyptian papyrus."

Amy wrote on the whiteboard expectantly.

"Well, it's an interesting mix. It's almost like the French foie gras stuffed dumplings that Ron bought last time, without any pretentiousness."

Sheldon's mood has begun to feel a little upset, but Amy didn't notice it at all, and she tapped the draw button again with excitement: "It's your turn! It's so interesting, I can't believe that people say that planning a wedding is one of the most important things in life." One of the most stressful things."

"Yes, there has never been a day when I am not surprised that we are so much better than others." Sheldon echoed.

After they took turns to draw a few more rounds, they had basically drawn all the parts of the wedding, and chose their favorite content. Sheldon got up from the sofa and walked to the whiteboard: "Come on, let's See what our wedding will look like?"

"I'll be in a Little House on the Prairie-style carriage."

"And be greeted by the Stormtrooper Honor Guard from Star Wars."

After Sheldon finished speaking, Amy immediately felt a little bit wrong: "Wait, don't you think this style is too strange? Jumping from the Western Frontier style to space** all at once."

"I understand what you mean," Sheldon pondered for a moment, "You're thinking that you should take a replica Star Wars land speeder when you enter the venue, right?"

"I'm not thinking about that! To save you trouble, let me tell you, I will never have such thoughts in my life."

"Well, if the greeter is so important to you, how about we make a deal? Let you choose the greeter, and let me decide on the first dance."

It is said that a wedding is the most grand ceremony in a woman's life. In order to avoid a mix-and-match of the Wild West and Space Wars in her wedding, Amy thought for a while, and finally nodded in agreement.

"Well, the ushers will be my cousins ​​in pioneer clothes."

"Then I won't dance the first dance." Sheldon took the eraser and erased it, and wrote the text of the first dance grid.

Amy's anger welled up all of a sudden, and she immediately counterattacked tit for tat: "Of course, if this is the case, instead of throwing confetti at our wedding, how about putting butterflies instead?"

"Bugs flying around in the air? Crazy!"

Sheldon hates being afraid of all insects. Amy just doesn't want to make him feel better. Sheldon glared at Amy angrily, and Amy stared back not to be outdone.

Just as the two were at a stalemate, staring wide-eyed, the door of the apartment opened, and Ron walked in with the suitcase.

"Finally home ~ good evening, my dear brother, brother and sister, I heard that you have already started planning the wedding? How is the plan going?"

(End of this chapter)