I am farming in the real world.

Chapter 313 Firefight
A dozen kilometers away, several armored personnel carriers painted in jungle camouflage were speeding along the muddy dirt road toward the village of Tratum.

In the middle of the convoy, a black officer wearing a black eye patch was smoking a cigar and slapped the guide next to him on the head: "Are you sure a dozen or so Chinese container trucks went to that village?"

The guide, his neck hunched, nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, Lady Carmen, I saw those trucks heading in the direction of Trattum with my own eyes. Those trucks must have been carrying a lot of supplies, otherwise they wouldn't have left such deep tire tracks on the road."

As they were talking, the troop carrier at the front spotted the situation, confirming the information.

The navigator's voice came through the walkie-talkie inside the vehicle: "Boss, we've spotted what appears to be tracks left by an engineering vehicle!"

Upon hearing this, the Black officer immediately grinned, revealing a smile that suggested an imminent windfall: "Very good, hurry up and move forward, this time we're going to plunder to our hearts' content!"

As soon as he finished speaking, cheers erupted from the walkie-talkie.

These people are armed forces of the Democratic Alliance for the Democratic Republic of Congo (ADF) in the north. They nominally advocate 'democracy and freedom,' but in reality, they are a group of rebels who frequently attack villages and civilians with the resources they have.

In a world-class impoverished region like the Democratic Republic of Congo, where people are so poor they can't even squeeze any money out of them, attacking civilians is less effective than attacking these foreign companies.

One job is worth a year's worth of work, so after discovering the supply trucks of Huaxia Enterprise, this group of Democratic Alliance soldiers, who had been roaming around several nearby cities, sprang into action like flies that smelled carrion.

As the armored personnel carrier moved forward, the muddy dirt road was easily rolled over.

However, when the convoy climbed over a small mound outside the village of Tratum, the scene that came into view stunned Colonel Carmen, the convoy commander.

Through his telescope, he could see several massive pieces of construction machinery tamping the road surface, laying power lines, digging new-style wells, and building a supporting solar power station outside the primitive and backward village.

That menacing, crab-like work style immediately opened the eyes of these African men who were only armed with their physical bodies.

"Boss! Shall we attack?"

"These guys don't look like they're going to get into trouble!"

The navigator's voice came through the walkie-talkie again.

Colonel Carmen grinned: "These Chinese companies are as timid as rabbits. They're cowardly and don't want to cause trouble! Don't worry, just charge in!"

After he finished speaking, more than a dozen armored personnel carriers lined up on the mound and dispersed towards the village where construction was underway in the distance.

The armored vehicle at the front fired several machine gun shots from its top towards the open space outside the village.

The small-caliber machine gun bullets immediately created conspicuous craters and dust upon landing.

The sudden gunfire threw the entire village of Tratum into chaos.

"Run!"

"They are jackals of the Allied forces!"

"Hide now!"

The villagers and children began to hide.

These primitive villages in northeastern Democratic Republic of Congo are not afraid of natural disasters and famines, but they are afraid of encountering these insurgents who sweep across the country.

These armed barbarians in these lawless areas will not reason with the villagers; they will shoot and kill at the slightest provocation.

Various massacres of villages occurred frequently, and human life was the least valuable thing in this area.

Of course, the appearance of this group of rebels also caused a commotion among the employees of the Rubik's Cube Group stationed in the village.

The piercing alarms blared from the several Foolish Old Man Construction vehicles, and the employees of the Cube Group began scrambling into a flying Cube ship docked in the village. Batum, in charge of security, led a team of newly recruited security personnel, immediately grabbing their weapons and seeking cover in the village to confront the armed group of allied soldiers.

The sound of gunfire rang out, and bursts of bullets shot out of the village, landing on the dozen or so armored personnel carriers and sparking.

Faced with these troop carriers with armor thicknesses exceeding 20 centimeters, the light weapons in Batum's hands were ineffective in launching an attack.

Most of the bullets were stopped by the armor.

Upon seeing that this Chinese company had actually hired armed bodyguards, and that even the bulletproof glass on the armored vehicles had bullet holes, Colonel Carmen in the convoy immediately flew into a rage and ordered everyone to open fire: "Bastards! Don't they know car repairs are free? These are all hot-selling vehicles; replacing a single window costs tens of thousands of dollars! Take them down!"

More than a dozen armored personnel carriers began to fire in coordination, their small-caliber machine guns blasting out, sending dust and debris flying from the earthen walls of the village.

Several security personnel hiding behind cover were hit by machine gun fire and their bodies were blown to pieces.

"Quickly, lie down and hide!"

"Don't fight them head-on! The boss will be back soon!"

Batum and his dozens of security personnel were suppressed by the machine guns and dared not move.

At this critical moment, a buzzing sound came from overhead.

Chen Jue, who had just gone out to survey the surrounding terrain on the Flying Cube, immediately rushed back from dozens of kilometers away after hearing from his employees that there had been an attack by rebels.

The moment the bright silver flying Rubik's Cube appeared above the village, the dozen or so armored vehicles panicked.

"Hey! What is this?"

Is it a UFO?

"Boss! What do we do?"

Colonel Carmen felt a surge of panic as she listened to the commotion on the walkie-talkie.

He could understand the large construction vehicles, but the square-shaped flying machine suspended in the air was truly beyond his imagination.

Upon closer inspection of the Rubik's Cube logo printed on the aircraft, he could guess that this aircraft, which looked like alien technology, must also be equipment of this Chinese company.

"Don't worry! It's just a civilian aircraft used by China! Shoot it down!" Colonel Carmen immediately gave the order to continue the attack.

Now that the two sides have already clashed, there is no room for reconciliation.

However, when the small-caliber machine guns on the backs of these dozen or so armored vehicles began to aim at the low-flying Flying Cube and fire at an upward angle...

The machine gun bullets that shot into the sky swept across the smooth surface of the Flying Cube, as if they had plunged into an incredibly hard vibranium shield, leaving only a black residue of gunpowder reaction after the bullet impact.

Upon seeing this, Colonel Carmen's eyes widened, and she exclaimed almost in a voice, "Impossible!"

The vehicle-mounted machine guns, which were previously used for conquering cities and plundering, could not even break through the enemy's defenses.

At that moment, the cube that had been hit by hundreds of machine gun fire made an unexpected reaction.

As soon as the side door of the Flying Cube opened, a metal cannon barrel emitting blue electric light extended out.

With a hum, the gun charged and fired, and a cone-shaped projectile exploded out of the barrel.

Then a loud "bang" was heard, and the armored vehicle in which Colonel Carmen was sitting was instantly pierced through by the high-speed cone-shaped projectile, just like a paper toy, in full view of everyone!
(End of this chapter)