The roar of machine guns broke the still-sounding darkness of the first half of the night, instantly waking Mocomm, who had only been asleep for less than two hours.
"What's going on? Where is the shooting taking place?"
"boom"
No one responded to him, except for an exploding grenade.
Mariano pulled the safety pin and threw a second one into a window of a slab building.
"Clang!"
The metal object that shattered the windowpane exploded inside, waking even the deepest sleepers.
Old Ma was quick with his hands, taking out another grenade from his satchel. He had brought a total of two dozen, or 24, grenades for this infiltration behind enemy lines.
This thing is more effective at drawing hatred and killing enemies than several 100-round ammunition belts or rocket launchers; every blast hits the hearts of the anti-Baraka members.
"They're here, they're here, almost a hundred people have arrived."
He's good at imagining things, but he's a bit too confident. He doesn't know what his own sentries are like, and he thinks that having water-based interception means everything is foolproof. Turns out, the other side has water ghosts, you know.
He confirmed this with his subordinate leader.
"Yes, leader. There are no more than 10 of them, and we don't know how they sneaked in, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that they're not as amazing as they're portrayed in the movies. We can wipe them out!"
Several men jumped onto a dilapidated fishing boat, replaced the barrels of their MG3s, and the machine gunner II sprayed bullets at the pursuing armed personnel.
Mocomb snatched the console from his subordinate and gave the order.
Mariano raised his MP5MLI and fired half a magazine, but his aim was completely off, the bullets just whizzing over the heads of the men.
Dozens of humanoid targets were very conspicuous in his field of vision, but there were still people rushing towards the dock.
Daniel pushed the night vision goggles onto his helmet and observed the scene with a handheld thermal imager before speaking.
Fortunately, it was brought in by water. The outboard motor, weighing over 100 kilograms, and the external fuel tank, weighing over 80 liters, together weighed nearly 200 kilograms. In addition, the outboard motor was irregularly shaped, making it impossible to carry.
There's no point in killing more targets now; it's better to give them more confidence.
"Bang"
His people are all excellent warriors, but almost none of them know how to command or fight, so he absolutely cannot be beheaded by the enemy, otherwise the anti-Baraka movement will be doomed sooner or later.
"It's like those special forces in the movies who infiltrated."
It's not magical at all. The so-called special forces are just better-equipped light infantry, Mocomb knew that perfectly well. The problem is the people behind them.
"boom"
The marksman IV raised his hand and fired a shot, directly interrupting the roar of the Egis AK, but more black men fired back.
He didn't know how much useful information the other party had obtained, so leaving it all behind was the most effective way to keep it secret.
Lawrence and V, who stayed behind, had already installed outboard motors on the boat, replacing the original tractor diesel engine power system, which increased the horsepower from 18 to 85.
"Da da da"
The rainy season is almost here, I don't have time to waste with you, you really think you're something special.
"Put-put-put"
"Bang bang bang"
Since their prized heavy equipment can't get through, they can only rely on fighter jets and attack helicopters to fight. So, they need to send people to find out their strengths and weaknesses so they can launch targeted attacks later, right?
As a result, their infiltration was discovered by their sentries, and things gradually escalated to the way they are now.
Mocombe quickly deduced the whole story.
The intelligence he obtained was that Jiban had only hired Jihuo Defense, so this squad was sent by the other side to scout ahead.
Afica's internet wasn't great, but the pirated DVD business was doing well. These black guys had a lot of movies to watch, so they quickly figured out what was going on.
The entire squad of eight transformed into Rambo; how many targets could they take down?
We must make the anti-Barakas feel that the advantage is on our side. The firepower of the six men who entered the town to fight gradually weakened, and they began to move towards the dock. Meanwhile, Mocom received accurate information.
Otherwise, while he was eating grilled fish and singing, a precision-guided bomb would fall and behead him, causing the entire Baraka to collapse.
That's right, that's the effect Xia Yu wanted. In a little while, she'll be completely drowsy.
The quick-moving ones didn't even put on their clothes, grabbed their AKs and rushed out onto the street.
The walkie-talkie suddenly crackled to life, reporting on the situation at the front lines.
Mocombe's deduction is reasonable. When the leader of an extremist group dies, the number 2 takes over directly. When more disorganized armed groups lose their leaders, they will basically fall into chaos for a period of time.
"Chase them! We absolutely cannot let them get away."
"Buzz"
He pulled the trigger in the direction of the explosion's flash, but hadn't even emptied half a magazine...
However, Mocom underestimated the importance of concentrated fire defense. While other companies would target the leader in a decapitation strike, Mocom directly targeted the entire headquarters.
This gave the anti-Baraka members, who quickly lay down, the illusion that the so-called special forces were nothing special after all!
Special forces are ineffective against the conventional forces of major powers, but they are not something that armed groups in small countries can easily exploit.
"Sizzle! Commander, the enemy has retreated to the dock; they're trying to escape!"
Some newcomers gain the support of the tribe and rise to power, while others become discouraged and disband.
With the engine running, the fishing boat carrying eight people finally left the dock and slowly headed upstream.
This is roughly the power that the original diesel engine could provide. Pirate boats are all about speed, and they're lucky if they have any power at all in the river; they have to row by hand to go further.
Without the suppressive fire of that general-purpose machine gun, the black guys all rushed onto the dock.
They were crammed onto a boat like they were in a pickup truck, with twenty or thirty people squeezed in, and then the boat just wouldn't start.
This is normal. These are products that are reassembled from imported waste transported in containers. They are either broken or on their way to break down every day.
If it can be repaired, then repair it; if you're in a hurry, then switch to another boat, since it's impossible for all boats to break down.
"Put-put-put"
The engines were successfully started with the crank key, and several boats emitted the signature sound of a single-cylinder engine.
"Hurry, hurry, let's set off first, we can't let these people get away."
Five armed fishing boats of varying sizes, carrying more than 180 people, sped off in the night, following the direction the frogman team had gone.
With thirty to fifty flashlights providing illumination for the pursuing fleet, there was no need to worry about the drivers taking the boats ashore.
Furthermore, they patrol the surrounding waters every few days; they are more familiar with the area than the other side.
Having confidence is a good thing, but technology can make up for a lack of experience. The howling eagles, circling high in the sky, are providing Mariano and his men with real-time navigation and reporting the distance between them and the pursuing fleet.
"Attention, attention! The lead ship of the pursuing fleet is less than 300 meters away from you, and 1 kilometer away from entering the ambush point."
"Calling the echidna, this is the weasel, speed up and get away."
Looking at the synchronized screen on the tactical tablet, Xia Yu, who was also in the channel, officially gave the order to the frogman team.
"Yes, boss!"
Tom looked at V, who was controlling the outboard motor, and nodded to him.
"Buzz"
The fishing boat, which had been operating in fuel-efficient mode, suddenly switched to a berserk mode.
Just as they were about to catch up with their target, the black guy who was waving his AK in celebration suddenly fell silent.
Something's not right. That boat was supposed to be the slowest, but now it's moving like it's on drugs.
"Splash splash"
What sound?
The demons of the West have ram horns, while a light and small aerial demon rises from the treetops, aiming the muzzle of the RH202 cannon on the right side of its fuselage at the first fishing boat entering the hunting ground.
"Knock knock knock"
One 20mm shell after another accelerated inside the barrel, flying more than 100 meters before either grazing and penetrating the hull, or, after hitting the first soft target, penetrating the second and third targets with undiminished kinetic energy, finally piercing the hull and disappearing.
The flashlights on the second ship illuminated the scene before them, showing machine guns skewering their companions like candied hawthorns.
"Knock knock knock"
The roar of machine guns pounded on everyone's hearts until those who reacted quickly came to their senses.
"It's an ambush! Everyone jump into the river!"
After saying this, the man threw away his AK and jumped into the air, just as Lyman had finished washing the second boat.
That's right, it would be too late if they didn't jump now. When the barrage of shells landed on the third and largest ship, the black men on the two ships behind jumped into the river one after another.
This is probably a talent that comes from watching too many Hollywood movies!
In those action, war, and crime blockbusters, as long as the protagonist jumps into the water, he can ignore the bullets fired at the water's surface by his pursuers.
Water is 800 times denser than air, so bullets designed to kill enemies in air have little lethality underwater.
Many people have conducted experiments to verify this. Whether it is a pistol bullet, a rifle bullet, or a machine gun bullet, when fired from air into water or from water into water, it can only travel a few tens of centimeters to a little over a meter, and the trajectory is not straight.
Therefore, people who have been through gunfire for many years know that when being shot at by the enemy, hiding in the water is the safest option.
But the black guy forgot one thing: the movie depicts bullets, not cannonballs.
After clearing out the third ship with sixty or seventy DM63 steel needles, Lyman looked at the empty fourth and fifth ships and pressed the launch button again without the slightest hesitation.
"Knock knock knock"
The roar of the machine gun rang out again, and along with the shell casings fell small tungsten alloy arrows with an effective penetration depth of up to 70mm, made of homogeneous steel armor.
Because of their slender shape, crossbows perform better underwater than bullets, which is why the water sport of shooting fish was born.
So what about switching to the fin-stabilized discarding sabot armor-piercing rounds used in machine guns?
The result was the same, of course: tens of thousands of joules of muzzle kinetic energy combined with the arrow shape, and dozens of DM63 steel needles somewhat awkwardly tore through the water.
The ballistic trajectory then penetrated the soft targets hidden underwater in a straight line, continued to cross a distance of three to five meters and embedded itself in the silt at the bottom of the water, and the tail fin was completely submerged, returning to nature in the form of tungsten alloy.
Mocombe, several kilometers away, was unaware that his men had been shot dead underwater by concentrated fire from the defenses, like fish.
It was just a small-caliber autocannon, not a smoothbore tank cannon, so the sound wouldn't travel very far. But from the moment the Lehmann was deployed, the T-64B1M and Leclerc UAE only activated thermal imaging as they drove along the small roads in the rainforest, while the Tiger armored vehicle trailed far behind the two tanks.
"Splash splash"
Andrei took off in his Chinook to meet the frogman team in the rainforest. Pira, who was further away, and Xia Yu also left the uranium mine in their Deer Tigers.
“Mocomb, something’s not right. The Mi-24V from Jihuo Defense just left the mine.”
As soon as Xia Yu made any move, the leader of the God's Resistance Army immediately contacted the anti-Baraka.
"Did they deploy attack helicopters to provide rescue?"
Mocom guessed.
It makes sense that the special forces team responsible for concentrated fire defense was discovered, necessitating the deployment of armed helicopters for rescue, but didn't the other side realize it was already too late?
"Boom!"
Just as Lao Mo was thinking this, a shell hit a small building more than 200 meters away from him.
The uncoated double-pin tracks rolled over the gravel road of the town's main thoroughfare. The Panda crew, driving a T-64B1M, was the first to break out of the rainforest and charge towards the remaining armed personnel of the anti-Baraka headquarters.
"Put-put-put"
Seemingly aware that it was about to be replaced by German equipment, the PKT coaxial machine gun began to roar vigorously, sweeping fire at all the armed humanoid targets in front of it.
"Impossible, how could this be?"
Mocombe's voice trembled slightly. He looked at the tank as if he had seen a ghost; how could this tank have crossed the river?
He was just a dropout after all; he only learned half of what he was supposed to learn. He could submerge tanks from World War II, but now he's all pampered with new main battle tanks?
"Buzz"
"Knock knock knock"
The Mongoose crew, driving a Leclerc UAE, followed closely behind, their signature large-caliber coaxial machine guns also opening fire, spraying 12.7mm bullets at all vehicle targets.
"Put-put-put"
Hans controlled the remote weapon station on the roof of the vehicle to fire simultaneously, jointly eliminating all personnel targets within his field of vision.
Mocomb, who was almost caught in a cycle of existential doubt, finally snapped out of his daze as he watched tracer bullets sweep towards him.
They quickly hid behind and behind, taking out their walkie-talkies and phones to call for backup.
This is a trap; the other side wants to wipe them out completely. The pursuing fleet is probably doomed, but it doesn't matter, he still has men.
Besides the more than 600 people at headquarters, there are several hundred anti-Baraka members scattered in several surrounding provinces.
As long as they can return to headquarters in time, everything will be alright.
"Anti-tank missiles, get the anti-tank missiles out quickly, and anti-aircraft missiles too, those damn attack helicopters are coming soon."
To rekindle confidence, Mocomb contacted his subordinates stationed abroad while shouting at his trusted confidant beside him.
But no sooner said than done, a speedboat suddenly darted out of the gradually calming river and accelerated toward the dock. Just as it was about to collide with the dock, it swerved and revealed its side.
"Buzz"
The motor drives the barrel to rotate, and the CS/LM12 Gatling gun shoots out a dazzling line of fire in the night.
Dozens of armed men who were fighting back against the attackers from the dock fortifications were shot in the back and fell into pools of blood.
The coordinated attack from both land and water resulted in the elimination of nearly 100 enemy soldiers.
The coordinated attack by the concentrated fire defense force wiped out half of the militants opposing the Baraka headquarters, but this was just the beginning.
Xia Yu, who had just launched the attack, had not yet officially joined the combat force.
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