Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 471 Fight!
This group of government soldiers were no match for them. The fierce firepower instantly stunned the arrogant government soldiers. After they reacted, they fled inside one by one. The formation was as disorganized as it could be. It was conceivable that under the attack of so many fleeing soldiers, the defenders inside would easily be thrown into disarray if they did not handle it properly. By then, the number of casualties caused by the attackers would probably not be small.

"Open fire, shoot them all!"

As a commander, Tolstoy was naturally aware of the consequences. The scar on his face trembled, and he gave a stern order, directly sentencing the fate of those defeated soldiers.

Publicly speaking, this mine is the largest gold mine currently controlled by the RFG Group. The profits are enormous, so huge that it is trembling. It currently accounts for 10% of the entire RFG Group's profits. Don't underestimate this 20% profit. Currently, the RFG Group controls and owns nearly 20 mines. In addition, the group's ongoing and mature arms business, as well as the huge profits generated by all walks of life in Mali, you can imagine how huge the 10% profit of the entire group is. This is the largest of all the mines in the group. It is a large gold mine in the whole of Mali, and it ranks among the best!

Personally, as the commander stationed at the mine, his welfare benefits are quite generous, and he basically does not need to fight with others. After all, attackers like today are extremely rare, and previous attackers could hardly get past the government soldiers. After all, no matter how bad the government army is, at least it is a "regular army" with a regular organization. They have basic guarantees in terms of weapons and equipment, logistics, etc., and the quality of personnel is generally slightly better than that of other armed forces. Therefore, being the garrison commander here is a very easy and lucrative job, so this mine cannot be lost in any way.

Otherwise, wouldn't he have to lead his team back and rotate with other teams to guard other mines?
That’s just a few bucks.

So in order to hold on to their high welfare benefits, they can only ask these trash to die!

When the time comes, we will go to the Mali Presidential Palace to hold them accountable and tell them that your soldiers were vulnerable. Not only were they wiped out by the enemy, but they also almost caused the loss of our mine!
Boom boom boom boom…

The machine gun fortress roared, and its fierce firepower was no less than those of the attackers. The defeated government soldiers were suddenly faced with attacks from both front and back. They were beaten to a bloody mess, and some were even disintegrated on the spot.

"Help!" "Don't kill me!" "Shit, why would our own people attack us?"

Some government soldiers who were not shot were so frightened that they were scared to death. They were at a loss, cursing and begging for mercy, but no one paid attention to them. No one sympathized with them on the battlefield. The cold and ruthless bullets harvested their fragile lives.

massacre!

This is complete massacre!

with no doubt!

"Damn it, these guys even killed their own people!"

In the attacker's camp at the back, a commander-looking man was standing on the co-pilot seat with binoculars in his hand. He sucked his teeth and watched the scene in front of him. He felt a chill on his back.

Cruel, too cruel!
Even he couldn't do such a cruel thing. Although he knew the reason why the other party did this, knowing is one thing, but actually making such a decision is not an easy thing.

How easy is it to fire at friendly forces?

"Boss, maybe those people didn't think these government soldiers were friendly forces from the beginning to the end, so they had no psychological burden in killing them at this time. Look, from the collapse of these government soldiers to their internal defense and shooting, it was as if they had practiced it thousands of times, without any pause!"

The team member in charge of driving was controlling the car to catch up with the team in front while chatting with the captain.

puff!
The captain, who was observing the battlefield situation through a telescope, suddenly felt a stream of blood spurting out of his chest. He fell off the car with a bang. The telescope in his hand fell and hit the helmet of a team member, making a dull "thump".

Bang!
It was not until then that the sound of gunfire came into my ears from far away, which showed that the shooting distance was not close.

"Fak, sniper!"

The driver shouted in fear, spun the car sideways to stop it, then nimbly jumped out of the car and went to check on the captain.

However, he gave up as soon as he saw it clearly, because there was no one in the world who could survive after having a hole punched through the heart!
Boom boom boom…

The roar of heavy machine guns continued to sound, and those government soldiers were quickly wiped out by both sides. The off-road vehicles were also helpless in the face of the machine gun fortress. In addition, there were many precision shooters targeting their machine gunners and some team members who took out rocket launchers and wanted to blow up the machine gun fortress. For a while, this team was temporarily suppressed and was beaten back. If there were no accidents, it would be obviously unrealistic to force their way in under this circumstance.

On the watchtower behind the defensive position, Commander Tolstoy observed the battlefield situation with a telescope, watching his team members slaughter the fleeing soldiers and attackers with an expressionless face.

"Boss, I think we should let those who dare to attack us have a taste of the hail rocket car. One round, we only need one round of coverage to bury them all here!"

The deputy at the side suggested eagerly.

"No, wait a little longer. These people are well-equipped and well-trained. I don't believe they dare to attack us without even finding out our situation. They must have a backup plan. The most fierce firepower here is the Hail Rocket Launcher. We have to wait until their real main force arrives before we can give them a heavy blow!"

Tolstoy rejected the proposal while observing the situation ahead. He had a hunch, and his intuition told him that there would be more than just these few people launching the attack tonight. The other side must have a backup plan. He even had the urge to send a distress signal to the Mali branch after seeing these well-equipped and well-trained enemies appear, but he held back for the time being. If just a few petty thieves sent out a distress signal, then Minister Joseph might think he was incompetent for sending out a distress signal for such a small number of enemies. At this time, he certainly would not choose to let the Hail Rocket Vehicle launch an attack. It would be better to keep this kind of powerful weapon until all the other side's people arrived before using it.

Because if the opponent's personnel configuration is not strong enough this time, the hail cannon will probably scare the opponent's follow-up troops so much that they dare not touch it again. If the opponent has enough people and sufficient firepower, then it will become very passive. Either way, it is not the result he wants to see.

On the distant hillside, the atmosphere of the genetically enhanced team was somewhat solemn. The captain, Ludwig, looked unhappy because from the current battle situation, these mercenary teams acting as attackers seemed to be no match for the defensive force of the mine and had been completely suppressed. This put them in a difficult position.

If they were to forcibly join the battlefield, it should not be a problem for them to break through the opponent's current defense with the firepower configuration of just a few people, but the biggest problem now is whether the opponent's defense is really just that. You know, those guys who launched the attack haven't even entered the real gate yet, and they have been beaten back by a few machine gun bunkers, some mortars, and rocket launchers. They can't move at all. For such a large gold mine, would the RFG Group really only deploy such a small defense force?

Even if the other side really only has this little defensive force, their joining can really change the situation of the battle, but winning is one thing. The key issue is whether they can quickly resolve the battle and complete the mission. This is the most important thing. If they are delayed, not only will they be unable to complete the leader's mission, but even when the other side's support arrives, it will be extremely difficult to retreat.

This is Mali!
It’s RFG’s home ground!
So they were caught in a dilemma for a while: should they fight or not?
"Boss, we feel that we must join in the support, otherwise those mercenaries will not be able to bear the pressure. I guarantee that they are already considering retreating. Our mission will fail, and what awaits us will be endless experimentation and eventual destruction!"

The sniper who acted as the eyes of the team said solemnly that they were clones and it was true that they were implanted with control chips, but in order to make them qualified special forces soldiers, Gudrun did not do too much processing on their emotions and thinking. Except for the daily hypnosis and brainwashing with control chips, they basically retained all the characteristics of being intelligent life forms, they felt pain, fear, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and could analyze the pros and cons.

For them, the biggest fear is being disqualified as a combatant and lying on the operating table as an experimental subject for research by scientists in white coats in the laboratory. The second biggest fear is being destroyed.

Like Sean, in order to prevent the newly born clone warriors from losing the real experience of gunfire and rain of bullets, these clone warriors will store their memories every once in a while. If they die while performing certain missions, it is not considered a true death for them. Gudron will instill their stored memories into the brains of the newly born clone warriors to achieve an alternative rebirth. But if they are destroyed because they have displeased Gudron, then the memories transmitted will only include their memories of combat, nothing else, and that would be considered a true and complete demise for them.

Therefore, compared to going to die now, it is better than failing the mission due to their hesitation and being punished when they return.

"Set up artillery positions and destroy their artillery first!"

Captain Ludwig, who was a little hesitant at first, no longer hesitated after hearing this and directly ordered the attack. He even felt that he was a little funny just now. He actually started to think about the problem and the pros and cons with normal human thinking. Damn it, is this something he should consider?

Long live the leader!

Boom boom boom…

Boom boom boom…

On the battlefield, the mercenaries who were suppressed had no room to fight back. In addition, the death of their captain dealt a heavy blow to their morale, and they were unable to launch any effective attack. Moreover, the enemy seemed to have a lot of precision shooters. Their men would be hit directly as long as they touched the heavy machine guns, including other heavy firepower such as rocket launchers. At this point in the battle, they only had time to launch two rockets. Although they blew up an enemy bunker, it did not relieve much pressure, because what really suppressed them and made them unable to fight back was not the bunker in front of them, but the fierce firepower, as if it was an endless stream of mortars!

Some of the overturned pickup trucks on the ground were still emitting smoke. The gasoline leak caused these cars to catch fire, but the heavy rain in the sky prevented the flames from rising into the sky.

"Fuck it. If I had known, I would have definitely persuaded the boss to accept this damn mission of attacking the mine. Damn it, no one told me that their firepower is so fierce. It's just like a homeless man who took 3-methylenedioxymethamphetamine and saw a naked hot girl. Don't their shells cost money?"

A somewhat fat mercenary hid behind the bunker, swearing obscene words. He swore that with such fierce firepower, anyone who didn't have a phobia of insufficient firepower would not be able to use it against a few petty thieves like them. Damn it. There were only more than a hundred of them in total, so how could they be qualified to enjoy such continuous bombardment? The reason they didn't run away at this time was not because they were elite enough, but because they hid in the bunker and could at least barely avoid the shells, so as not to be turned into flying people and then split into pieces everywhere.

It’s not that I don’t want to move, it’s that I don’t dare to move!

At this time, commissions and final payments, all go to hell. They just want to survive, leave here alive, and stay away from these guys who are afraid of insufficient firepower!

Damn it, wasting shells like this, is this just living your life?
Whoosh...

Suddenly, there was a sharp whistling sound in the air, and several shells landed among the mine's defense forces, instantly blowing more than a dozen employees guarding the mine away on the spot. The four machine gun bunkers also immediately went silent, and only shells were left flying across the battlefield.

These sudden artillery shells struck with extreme precision, instantly locking onto the artillery positions guarding the mine, causing them to silence their fire and causing their mortars, which were constantly being loaded and fired, to come to a halt.

Whoosh...

Boom boom boom...

The bombardment continued, and the flames shooting up into the sky illuminated the dark night like day. This was like a sudden ray of light for the mercenaries who had just been suppressed and were terrified and wanted to escape from here as quickly as possible.

(End of this chapter)