Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 101 Have you ever heard of a move that comes down from the sky...?

“‘Hell Tax Collector,’ be careful. As far as I know, Varta has brought… you, you can’t beat him. You should retreat first!”

"If you're really worried, you can order a beer and a serving of fries along with it."

"you……"

"Like I said before, remember to call me stationmaster after noon."

Milton ignored Horn, hung up the phone, and opened Horn's clue on the panel, reading it carefully.

Strategically, we can despise the enemy, but tactically, we must still take them seriously.

The gyroplane had run out of ammunition, and the pilot flew back to the old streets before dawn. Milton had no air force left to use.

We still need to be cautious.

[Valta personally led all of his core combat forces, including 4 armored vehicles and 3 pickup trucks with heavy machine guns modified in their cargo boxes, totaling 31 men, to attack.]

According to intelligence, Varta also hired some mercenary groups to cooperate with him in the attack. However, since these mercenaries did not depart from the checkpoint, relevant combat information is lacking.

[Varta appears to have received limited military equipment assistance, but specific details are unknown.]

Milton tapped the armor of the infantry fighting vehicle with his finger and chuckled, "Not bad, looks like they brought their entire fortune with them. Perfect timing to wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

Brandon was a little worried: "Boss, it seems like Varta has sent a lot of people this time, and we're out of air force. How are we going to fight?"

As Milton helped load the spoils back into the car, he explained, "You just heard what Horn said: Varta brought all his belongings with him, along with those mercenaries."

Upon hearing the word "mercenary," Flora chimed in, "Don't think of mercenaries as something so powerful. In reality, most of them are just a bunch of desperate outlaws. The truly skilled mercenaries are in the Gulf War area; that's where you can make big money."

Milton got into the car and asked, "Then let me ask you a question: do you think we've gone all out this time?"

Brandon thought about it carefully and shook his head: "At most, 80% were deployed. There are still quite a few weapons and combat personnel left in the old streets."

"Tell me the reason, why?"

"Uh, because we're worried that while we're fighting here, Pedro and Varta might coordinate a sneak attack on our base?"

“That’s part of the reason,” Milton nodded. “But the most important reason is that I don’t have enough all-terrain vehicles, or at least off-road vehicles.”

Flora considered for a moment and understood Milton's meaning: "You mean, you think that most of their vehicles are not capable of off-road driving, so they can only travel in a long line along the highway, and there is only one highway from the checkpoint to Van Cong... So, you plan to ambush them on the roadside?"

Milton nodded: "Yes, with a convoy like this, once you cut off the front and back... the middle ones become complete sitting ducks."

"Well, what if, I mean what if, the other party chooses to have the off-road capable vehicles spread out, while the other non-off-road capable vehicles take the highway?"

Milton glanced at her and said, "Isn't that even more suicidal? The prerequisite for executing this tactic is that they have extremely high combat skills and coordination. This hastily assembled team is already less than 2. Do you really expect them to be able to coordinate infantry and tanks? Without infantry coordination, they just rush into the woods and become our sitting ducks."

"The most important thing now is to get out of there quickly and find a suitable location to ambush them."

“Our biggest advantage over Bivarta is that he doesn’t know we’ve wiped out Van Kang’s gang, nor does he know we’re going to turn around and ambush him on the road.”

"In Varta's mind, the battlefield was outside the Van Conn gang's headquarters, while Raul and I were fighting to the death, and he was outflanking us from the rear."

Flora nodded in agreement: "Okay, then let's talk about the division of labor?"

"No need to make it too complicated. Divide all the anti-vehicle weapons into two groups, one to cut off the front and the other to cut off the rear. Then use machine guns to suppress the convoy trapped in place, mortars to bomb, use all available weapons until everyone is killed."

"The formation needs to be spread out. Those older off-road vehicles can find a good spot to park; they might be able to block bullets in a critical moment. But be careful not to place them in too conspicuous a location..."

"Roger that!"

"..."

Milton's team quickly found a suitable ambush location—the road was narrow, with huge rocks on both sides, and it was a winding road with trees, severely limiting the team's visibility.

“Sometimes, poor infrastructure has its advantages; such a good ambush point can be found so easily.”

"Alright, spread out, set up the cannons, establish crossfire, and we'll ambush on both sides of the road..."

After about ten minutes of busy work, everyone was ready.

Milton took the Carl Gustav recoilless rifle off the armored vehicle, found a good spot, and lay down with Flora.

Their task was the most crucial one: "cutting off the head."

Flora's horsemen are hiding in the woods not far away.

Milton originally intended to lay some landmines along the way, but considering that Varta was a rather cautious person, he thought that he might send a scouting party ahead first. If the landmines were triggered by this scouting party, the plan would fail. So in the end, he decided not to lay any landmines.

"Shoot more accurately." Flora fiddled with the RPG-7 in her hand. "Our mission is the most important and the most difficult. If we miss, it won't matter if we hit the target later."

"But if we hit the target, there's a lot of room to make up for any missed shots later on."

Milton nodded slightly: "Of course I know, that's why the two of us are in charge of this task."

Flora also lay down and casually chatted, "To be honest, this reminds me of the Vietnam War. Although I didn't participate, I've heard people talk about it... tsk, it was terrible. The Americans were beaten so badly they were in agony."

“Our adversaries do not have the equipment and aircraft of the Americans.”

"Even if they did, their morale still collapsed from the blows, haha!"

"You seem to be having a good laugh. Is this really the unbreakable NATO?"

"..."

The two chatted idly for over an hour, until the sun had fully risen, when finally the sound of a motorcycle came from afar.

"As expected, I told you Varta would send someone to their death."

Milton took out his walkie-talkie and ordered, "Don't move him. Let him pass. Attack him after the convoy arrives."

"Roger that!"

Two or three minutes later, Milton finally saw a ragtag convoy slowly approaching in the distance.

As the intelligence indicated, a quick glance reveals a total of 10 vehicles, of which 3 should belong to the mercenaries…

I just don't know where the "limited military equipment assistance" mentioned in the intelligence is.

Milton took aim and suddenly said, "I can't believe I see two familiar faces in this convoy."

Flora asked quite appropriately, "What acquaintance?"

"Before the interview, several other groups of mercenaries came... I saw them in this group, that cult mercenary group, and that drug addict mercenary, they were both in the group. Varta really doesn't discriminate at all, does she?"

"What kind of good team can you expect from these people? My last employer didn't renew my contract because they thought our team was too expensive..."

"Compared to the services you provide, your price is actually not high."

"Exactly! Look at the coordination of their team. If I were in their shoes, things definitely wouldn't be like this."

"Stop talking, they're almost at their designated attack position..."

Milton held his breath, staring at the sights, and pulled the trigger the instant the hood of the lead car appeared.

The 84mm high-explosive shell hit the hood of the lead vehicle in the next moment. The bulletproof armor was powerless against the real shell. The hood was penetrated by the shell, causing a violent explosion. The driver and crew in front were turned into a pool of blood mist in the explosion!
A rocket-propelled grenade with a slightly slower velocity followed closely behind, hitting the rear of the armored vehicle. The bulky armored vehicle instantly became a burning scrap metal, blocking the middle of the road and preventing the vehicles behind from moving forward.

The enemy wasn't Guderian, so there was no way to drive the vehicles into the woods to bypass the obstacles, and the convoy was completely paralyzed!
The entire convoy was visibly in a state of panic, and some people even failed to brake in time, resulting in rear-end collisions!
At the critical moment, it was the battle-hardened cult members who remained calm. One of them shouted, "We're under attack! Back up! Back up quickly! Don't block the road! Fight back! Find the enemy!"

However, the next second, two more rockets were fired from the woods opposite, blowing the last car and the people inside into several pieces, with blood and flesh flying out through the shattered windows.

With the beginning and end cut off, the convoy was completely stuck on the road.

Da da da da…

Milton set up the PKM he had been waiting for, aimed it at the cult's vehicle, and pulled the trigger. His head exploded with a bang, and he went to meet his god, whose existence was uncertain.

The combat personnel scattered throughout the woods began firing on the convoy as planned, with those operating the machine guns on the roofs bearing the brunt and turning into pieces of flesh and blood.

They only had time to fire a few shots haphazardly before Milton killed them.

An inspector casually fired an RPG into the woods, but it didn't hit anything before he was killed.

The advantage of spreading out the formation becomes apparent at this moment—in the chaos, the enemy doesn't even know where they are, only feeling bullets flying from all directions.

The enemy's resistance showed signs of collapse within seconds.

Once you're completely suppressed, it becomes very difficult to organize a counterattack!

Milton watched as the remaining men desperately tried to squeeze into a corner of the car, only to be riddled with bullets from all directions.

A 12.7mm bullet can penetrate a car as easily as walking through it.

From the start of the ambush until now, only 5 seconds have passed, and gunfire has begun to erupt continuously from all parts of the convoy!
Ordinary vehicles were mowed down by machine guns, while armored vehicles were targeted by rocket launchers and mortars—one inspector was even hit directly on the head by a mortar shell.

The next second, his bones and flesh turned into "human fragments" and flew in all directions along with the shock wave of the explosion.

An inspector, his limbs blown off and his arms charred black, crawled off the burning car, billowing black smoke as he rolled wildly on the ground, screaming in agony.

One-sided massacre!

Seeing that the enemy had essentially lost the ability to resist, Milton immediately shouted, "My God! It's the Van Cong, it's the Mexicans, how dare they attack our officers!"

As he shouted, Milton pointed his gun at an inspector and pulled the trigger.

"Our brothers are under attack, hurry and help them! Everyone, get to the front! Don't be stingy with bullets, our brothers' lives are more valuable than bullets!"

*Thud!* Another prosecutor had a fist-sized hole ripped open in his chest and collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Hearing Milton's shout, the others immediately began to shout, "Charge! Charge! We can't watch our brothers suffer! Support Commander Varta! Destroy the Van Cameron tyranny today!"

"Quickly eliminate the gang and rescue the station chief! Where is the station chief? Has anyone seen him?!"

"For justice! For democracy!"

"My God, Fan Kang's gang is so cruel, how dare they?"

"We will never be slaves!"

"..."

Indignant voices rang out, and with each cry of "Support the checkpoint!", more Varta members were killed.

The frenzied slaughter lasted only 30 seconds before the small road was left with only blood and smoke.

At least at first glance, there wasn't a single living person to be seen.

It seems the battle is over.

“I wonder where Varta is, whether he’s dead or alive?” Milton sighed as he replaced the drum magazine on his PKM. “I hope he’s still alive. I can’t get my hands on a dead man’s bank account.”

Flora, who was lying on the ground, was about to get up when she casually remarked, "It seems unlikely that he'll survive... Just because he's the stationmaster doesn't mean he's luckier than others, right? If that were the case, Kennedy wouldn't be dead. In the face of our firepower, their cars are no different from convertibles."

"I see you're quite adept at telling hellish jokes..."

"Isn't this what I learned from you?"

The two exchanged a few sarcastic remarks and were about to get up when suddenly something flashed before their eyes.

Suddenly, a series of violent explosions rang in my ears!
The two men's expressions changed drastically as they saw an infantry fighting vehicle covered in densely packed rectangular "metal boxes" firing at Milton from a distance on the road!
An infantry fighting vehicle armed with a 20mm autocannon, and clearly hostile!

The Hispano Mk.III 20mm caliber autocannon has a rate of fire of over 600 rounds and a muzzle velocity of nearly 900m/s; any contact with it will turn it into mincemeat!

The attacked positions were mortar positions, which made the most noise and posed the greatest threat when they fired, making them the first targets.

Fortunately, the mortar positions were placed on the reverse slope, so this round of shelling only destroyed the cars that were parked there.

"Damn, reactive armor... Our RPGs don't have tandem armor-piercing warheads, they might not be able to penetrate!" Flora suddenly bent down, turned around and glanced at their infantry fighting vehicle parked in the distance. "Besides, it's too far away!"

"Could this be what they meant by the military's limited assistance?! The Brazilian-made EE-11, this thing is very suitable for jungle warfare..."

"Valta is really... a bit too cowardly, isn't he? He actually let his most powerful infantry fighting vehicle follow the convoy at a distance?"

Milton and Flora shared similar views. He pulled out his walkie-talkie and quickly issued the order: "Everyone, find cover immediately. Do not retaliate. The enemy armored vehicles have reactive armor. Opening fire will expose your position and make you a target!"

After saying that, Milton looked at the infantry fighting vehicle hidden in the woods in the distance.

This is the only equipment they currently possess that allows them to directly confront the enemy.

"We can't hesitate. There must be Varta's elite combat personnel on the infantry fighting vehicles. If we continue to be suppressed by fire, and the people on the vehicles get off and engage in jungle warfare with us, the casualties will be unpredictable!"

Milton was determined to crush and wipe out the enemy with firepower, information, and systems, but when it came to the point where a head-on confrontation was necessary, he was not afraid of death.

He's not the US military or China 30 years from now, how could he possibly have an equipment advantage every time?

"You're going to fight him head-on with your infantry fighting vehicle?"

“We have no choice but to fight!” Milton said calmly. “The military’s support for Varta is stronger than I thought… He must have paid a heavy price. If we don’t win this battle, even if we escape back, we will be in a very passive position in the future.”

“But even for a regional military officer, it’s not easy to use an infantry fighting vehicle without permission, so I think this infantry fighting vehicle was just lent to Varta.”

"If we can destroy it, we can not only take down Varta, but also put our enemy, who is hiding in the upper echelons of the military, in great trouble, and may even directly lead to his internal accountability and his overthrow by his political enemies."

"We are better, and our winning percentage is higher!"

Flora listened, feeling the terrifying roar around her ears and the horror of the position being suppressed by artillery fire, and fell silent for a moment.

She took a deep breath, squatted down, and walked towards her Wrangler: "Come with me and help me open the trunk of the SUV."

Milton found it strange, wondering if she was hiding some kind of trump card, but time was of the essence, so he chose to trust Flora and went with her.

The trunk door was opened.

Flora ripped open a moisture-proof cloth and said through gritted teeth, "Help me carry this down. I'm telling you, I'm really going all out this time. If you don't approve a few hundred profitable projects for me, I'll never forgive you for the rest of my life..."

After the shielding failed, Milton was completely stunned—an olive-colored cylindrical launch tube with a complex-looking command launcher (CLU) on top.

The surface of the launch tube is also marked with a white "FGM-148" model designation.

Milton opened his mouth: "Javelin."

Top-attack anti-tank missiles!!!

"How do you recognize all this equipment?!" Flora suddenly turned her head. "There aren't many people in the US military who even know about this missile!"

"I'm really curious now, which big shot did your former boss save... not only could he get you an M4A1, but he could even get you a javelin? With that kind of background, it's not something an ordinary person can do, to bring the company to the brink of bankruptcy."

"Don't ask, I didn't even ask you how you got your hands on the LAV-25 infantry fighting vehicle."

After unloading the missile, Flora found a concealed spot, crouched down, aimed the missile at the sky at an 18-degree elevation, deployed the CLU's eyepiece assembly, aligned the aiming crosshairs with the slowly advancing infantry fighting vehicle that was still firing, and pressed the lock button.

call out!
The missile suddenly shot into the sky, reaching a height of 150 meters.

Then, it suddenly turned and crashed down from the sky at a near-vertical angle onto the top of Varta's infantry fighting vehicle!

Fuck your reactive armor!

P.S.: Although the Javelin was officially adopted in 1996, it had already entered mass production in 1994, so it is not considered a prototype weapon.

(End of this chapter)