global sniper

Chapter 87 Interception
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The battle was as fast as expected.

The breakthrough was opened, and the attacking mercenaries defeated the main armed forces in just a few hours, and not many escaped.

The follow-up work of receiving has nothing to do with the mercenaries. They put some small belongings in their pockets and left quickly. They returned to the road in a vehicle, and rushed to the next attack position according to the guidance of their respective contacts.

This tactic is quite interesting. There is no deep-dive, division and encirclement action, and there will be no battlefields such as siege and reinforcements. It is just advancing layer by layer. It is not a siege of the army. At most, the battle will end after a few kilometers or more than ten kilometers.

Street fighting, it was a chaotic fight at the beginning, a small group of at most a dozen people fought in a concentrated manner, and most of them were a few people holding guns and sweeping randomly. They didn't know where to retreat, and they didn't even know where to gather. They charged in a swarm and failed. After that, the bee colony ran around like a queen bee.

Seeing that the returned mercenary was not heavy with gunpowder smoke, Han Lang found it incredible.

Six or seven years of chaotic war, don't the armed forces here have no basic tactics?

"head."

The aunt seemed to feel Han Lang's doubts, looked at the turning traffic in front of her, and said: "The armed forces here are still holding the gun and looking at the target. 0 combat effectiveness, there are not many elites, and the elites have also received military training in other countries, or military training provided behind the scenes, but the number is too small, and most of them are leaders rather than fighters."

"I don't think it's that simple."

Han Lang saw another convoy approaching sideways in the distance, and said calmly: "The artillery support for a continuous day, the opponent will not be unprepared. No matter how I look at it, it looks like luring the enemy to go deep, paralyzing the attack so that it can be reversed in one fell swoop."

"Makes sense..."

The aunt's heart trembled, and she murmured.

The attack was too smooth, especially the artillery support. Even if the opponent only had a 60-caliber mortar, it was not only a range of more than 500 meters. Even the domestically produced Type 90 60-caliber mortar had a range of 5000 meters. Let them bombard comfortably without counterattacking.

Unless the opponent only has the old 63-type 60-caliber mortar in his hand, the range is only more than 500 meters, which is less than 2000 meters.

But there are even rocket launchers and 120-caliber mortars. How could there be no 60-caliber mortars during the Cold War or later?

The other party did this intentionally, one was to lure the enemy to go deep, and the other was obviously preparing to destroy the artillery support at the right time and at the right position.

Auntie is not a rookie, she immediately understood Han Lang's worry, pondered for a while, and said, "Head, shall we continue artillery support?"

"continue."

Han Lang glanced at Hamid who was standing under the car, and said: "But we must ensure that the rocket launcher cannot be aimed at, otherwise the opponent's size is too large, and once it cannot be defeated, we are not enough people to fit our teeth."

"clear."

Mom didn't say much.

The chat between the two, unless someone caring, or someone who understands the situation will know what Han Lang is referring to, that's all, it doesn't sound like they have any ideas.

Han Lang didn't wait for the second team of mercenaries to approach, walked to the front, and said in Hamid's eyes: "Hamid, do you want to continue to attack?"

"Yes sir, that is the plan."

Hamid untied his scarf and said with a smile: "The attack went smoothly, didn't it? You saw it too. It won't be dark until we attack another position."

Pride is bound to be defeated...

The corner of Han Lang's mouth twitched under the scarf, and he said, "Hamid, aren't you worried that the other party will go around the road and surround you?"

"Don't worry about that, sir."

Hamid said confidently: "The reason why the attack is done by the mercenary group is that our people have to set up a defensive line to prevent the opponent from outflanking..."

"Hamid." Han Lang interrupted the contact person who wanted to continue blowing, and said: "I suggest avoiding the road and finding a route that can be directly approached. After all, we are too few people, and defense is a weak point."

"It won't be a problem..."

Hamid hesitated for a moment, and said, "Go along the road, and the support will be much faster."

"If you insist, it's okay to call at least 30 people as a protective force." Han Lang didn't explain in detail, and went straight to him.

"Sir..." Hamid saw that Han Lang had made up his mind, swallowed the last half of his persuasion, hesitated, and said, "If you think it is necessary, you can take a detour. There is a dirt road here, which can go straight to Harvey .”

Han Lang didn't know where Harvey was, it was probably the name of a small town or a small city.

Seeing that Hamid agreed not to take the road, he turned on the headset and ordered: "Attention everyone, let's go."

Following the order, Hamid also got into the car, turned in front, drove into the side road, and went straight to the target of the previous attack.

It took less than half an hour for them to disappear. There were still [-] kilometers away from the target on the road, and the leading mercenaries were advancing steadily.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a puff of dust rose into the sky.

Accompanied by the dust rushing up, the leading pickup instantly disintegrated and was thrown into the air in the flames.

The pickup truck at the back flipped over in the violent shock, and amidst the puffing sound, black shadows were flying all over the sky amidst the blood droplets.

The pickup truck at the back shook violently, lost control of its direction, and plunged into the ditch. The people in the car were thrown out one after another, and before they fell to the ground, they were swallowed by dust.

Whether it was an enemy attack or a bomb, the cars behind hadn't figured it out yet, but they all jumped out of their cars at the epicenter of the huge earthquake and quickly hid themselves on both sides of the road.

At the same time as they were moving, there was a burst of dense rattling sounds, and the bullets whizzed past, splashing blood, and the figure who jumped from the car staggered and fell down.

"Enemy attack at three o'clock!"

The one who jumped into the side ditch first and shouted loudly.

And those who just jumped out of the car fell over and rolled under the rain of bullets, and rolled straight into the ditch, not daring to stand still.

Just like that, someone was still shot.

"Fire at nine o'clock!!"

Among the chaotic figures, someone noticed that there were also enemies on the other side, shouting and shooting.

The mercenaries who stabilized their positions quickly counterattacked, either relying on vehicles, or lying in the ditch, and desperately fired on both sides.

call out!
Amidst the intense gunfire, a piercing scream flew over, and with a loud bang, it exploded on the road.

"RPG kills the mortar!!"

Amidst the explosion, a voice roared hoarsely.

It was the enemy's mortar. If they didn't kill it quickly, even if they would be safe, they wouldn't be able to withstand the bombardment.

The enemy's mortar position is less than a kilometer away, like five or six hundred meters, and it is still within the range of the RPG.

Along with the roar, amidst the dense gunshots, the dazzling light clusters dragged their tails and whizzed towards the artillery position, and exploded on the ground at the same time as the artillery position thumped.

Booming bangs rang out one after another, and the two sides of the interceptors and the mercenaries immediately filled with dust, and the figures became indistinct in the dust, but the gunshots remained the same, as dense as popping beans.

(End of this chapter)