The most popular practice among soldiers is bartering; they can barter for rations, and of course, they can barter for things like hand grenades and smoke grenades.
They pulled out the safety pin, held it in their hands for two seconds, and then threw it forcefully toward the other side.
"Boom boom"
The two M67s exploded in mid-air before they even hit the ground, with two loud bangs followed by an instant cessation of gunfire, leaving only painful screams coming from the other side.
With the danger cleared, Rob took the lead, forming a CQB formation with the three behind him, and continued to advance.
"Bang bang"
Whether they were groaning from shrapnel wounds or lay motionless, seemingly dead, they were all shot in the head and chest.
Unlike the Lynx Squad, the South Building opposite them faced an infantry squad entrenched on the first floor, and Sergei and his four men went all out with their firepower.
"Put-put-put-put"
Nikolai, acting as the assault soldier, placed the butt of his rifle under his arm, gripped the bipod of the MG3 with his left hand, and held the muzzle firmly. He fired long bursts from his hip, and the machine gun suppressed at least eight rifles on the other side.
"puff"
The instant Nikolai finished firing a belt of ammunition, Alexander behind him pulled the trigger, and the Fneglm grenade launcher under his Scar-L fired an M397A1 ricochet grenade.
"Bang!"
The 40x46mm low-velocity grenade, which made much less noise than a hand grenade, bounced into the air and exploded after landing. The three men abandoned Nikolai, who was still changing his ammunition belt, and seized the opportunity to advance forward.
"Bang bang bang"
The sound of gunfire rang out alternately. These private soldiers, who had lost their fighting ability, were each hit by four to five bullets, which was several times more than the lynx squad next door.
In their quest for revenge, each member of Group 1 carried an extra load of ammunition, and Alexander, who hadn't brought any ammunition cartridges, even carried four 100-round belts of disintegrating ammunition for Nikolai.
"Go up to the second floor!"
After cleaning the first floor, Sergei saw Nikolai follow him up and gave the order to go upstairs to fight.
"It's x3!"
The fighting inside the building continued, and it was even more intense outside.
"Woo"
After cleaning the first and second floors of the west building, the Cheetah's body remained untouched, but the forged turret produced by Wegmann Company rotated 180° in a second under the drive of an electric motor, pointing its cannon at the east building.
The double-layered gun barrel, which originally had gaps, expanded due to heat after rapid firing, causing the inside and outside to fit together tightly.
With a hundred or so spent shell casings scattered on the ground, the Mongoose crew had just finished their warm-up.
This scene was also witnessed by Sun Xiaojie, who was behind a window on the fifth floor of the East Building.
His right hand, gripping a stainless steel PPK, trembled uncontrollably. He had bought this small handgun for self-defense and had only ever killed one employee who tried to escape.
Sun Xiaojie had no idea how many shells the enemy's machine gun had left, or what the caliber of the shells was.
He only knew that he had only 7 .32ACP rounds with a kinetic energy of just over 200 joules, which could no longer give him the sense of security he used to have.
Damn it, who are they? They just scammed some money, why do we have to mess with them?
Unaware of who he had offended, Sun Xiaojie cursed under his breath as he ran quickly toward the bathroom.
As a boss, he knew that the safest place in a building was the restroom. The employees, who were terrified, covered their heads and hid under their workstations.
This included Semyon and Ekaterina, a married couple with no military experience, who thought this would allow them to avoid machine gun fire.
If this were a BMP-2, the PKT coaxial machine gun, without tungsten-core armor-piercing rounds, would not be very effective at penetrating reinforced concrete, while the 30mm autocannon rounds that could easily penetrate walls only had a magazine capacity of 500 rounds.
Even disregarding the losses incurred from attacking the West Building, even if they had a full load of ammunition spread across nearly 100 rooms across five floors, they still had a good chance of surviving.
Unfortunately, this is a red Cheetah equipped with a programming coil, capable of firing Ahead ammunition. Each 35x228mm airburst round contains 152 pre-formed tungsten balls weighing 3.3 grams each.
"Target directly in front, distance 79.8, every window from the first to the fifth floor, fire!"
Hans issued the battle order again: this building was their real target for the day.
"Knock knock knock knock"
After resetting the data, Kohler pressed the launch button like pressing a camera shutter. The cold tungsten rain relentlessly swept towards the buildings in front of him, each drop striking the hearts of everyone present.
After clearing the first floor with more than twenty cannons, the cannons smoothly moved to the second floor, which was also the largest business department office in the entire company, with more than 60 workstations, filled with foreign workers (fraudsters).
No, it should be said that they were crouching under their workstations, each hoping that they wouldn't be hit by the shells, and hoping that the devil outside would finish firing his shells as soon as possible.
However, their expectations were dashed. Two shells were fired through a window, and the programmable electronic time fuse detonated the propellant, sending a total of 320 pre-made tungsten balls flying in all directions.
"Puff puff puff puff"
The fluorescent lights went out instantly, the walls were riddled with dents, and in the lowest work cubicle, the computer screen was pierced and sparks flew. The most deadly tungsten ball pierced through the first layer of the membrane keyboard, the second layer of the plywood desktop, and all the way to the third layer, those trembling soft targets.
Why hide? You can't hide from it anyway.
From the moment they chose to stay in the office rather than go to the restroom, their fate was already sealed.
It can easily penetrate the roofs of armored personnel carriers and light armored vehicles. This programmable missile, designed specifically to kill personnel targets and destroy low-speed, small aircraft, is definitely worth $1,800 per round.
However, with prices rising daily, selling it for 4,000 euros a month won't be as appealing anymore.
"Knock knock knock knock"
The twin anti-aircraft guns downstairs were still roaring, robbing the entire building of its "light" from window to window until the east building was completely plunged into darkness.
"Sizzle"
When mineral water is poured onto the cannon barrel, it instantly turns into steam upon heating, like those sinful lives, dissipating into the air.
"Wolverine, how many rounds of ammunition do you have left?"
Hans took a sip of water and asked Kohler inside the turret.
"A total of 218 rounds of both types of ammunition were used up, including all the programmable ammunition."
Each window fired two or three shots, which consumed quite a lot of resources. The quote given to the client was reduced by $700,000, but only 8 minutes and 33 seconds had passed since the first shot was fired.
This is efficiency. Hundreds of people were cured in less than 10 minutes.
The occasional gunshots from the two buildings on either side told him that neither Rob nor Sergei's teams were done yet!
"Calling the shrews, how's the situation up there?"
Hans contacted Lehmann.
He was asking about the old man's military camp.
"The lights in the camp were just turned on a minute ago, and the troops haven't assembled yet."
Lyman looked at the CCD night vision image on the screen and said.
"Then you keep an eye on things, call Ruaman, and have him lead the team onto the field."
Hans finished his conversation and switched channels.
Ruaman is the squad leader and deputy platoon leader of the village protection team. His squad came along to help this time. All the members can drive, so they are considered elite.
"Ruaman received."
Two trucks quickly drove into the park, and the old soldier with a scar on his eye jumped off the truck bed with Big Yellow and Big Black on his hands.
Hans divided a squad into two groups to support Rob and Sergei, accompanied by their guides.
They all speak English and can help with communication. As for those unlucky souls who were tricked into coming here, if there's time to take them away, they'll hand them over to their hometowns.
Otherwise, they might be sold out again by the old man, so I might as well go all the way and send them all back to jail.
In this country that doesn't really resemble a nation, the military is just a larger force, and these people are extremely corrupt; 30% of the profits from all the industrial parks have to be handed over to them.
When it comes to their own vital interests, these people will come and check even if they are slow to act. You can't expect them to be like the police in the movies, waiting for the protagonist to finish his business before coming out to clean up the mess.
This is also why Xia Yu sent an extra Gazelle aircraft – to prevent the other side from causing trouble.
"Knock knock knock knock"
What's that noise?
The scene shifts back to fifteen minutes earlier, where the old battalion commander, hearing the roar of machine guns, is jolted awake from his dream.
They're quite a distance from the other parks, so you usually can't hear gunfire from there, but the machine guns are very clear.
Could it be that MNDAA went on a military mission to visit relatives? But the New Year has already passed!
The battalion commander had no time to think, so he grabbed his walkie-talkie and contacted each company to assemble their troops.
But by the time he was all dressed, the machine gun fire still hadn't stopped, and he started to feel uneasy.
Of the armored vehicles in his battalion, only one wheeled assault gun equipped with a 105mm rifled cannon was somewhat combat-ready; the other four MT-LBMSH vehicles only had 12.7mm heavy machine guns.
Their firepower is definitely no match for the enemy's machine guns, and their defense is even worse; they can only withstand 7.62mm full-power machine gun rounds. Charging in without even understanding the situation is practically suicide.
Moreover, he hadn't heard clearly that this didn't seem to be the firepower of just one machine gun; it was clearly two machine guns firing together.
These old guys were a bit weak in combat, but the commander was a graduate of a regular military academy, so he had some basic military knowledge. But common sense can be deceiving, especially when the other side doesn't play by the rules.
No one expected Xia Yu to send out self-propelled anti-aircraft guns for ground attack, directly doubling the fun with large-caliber guns. As for their weak defense and vulnerability, it seems like they were the ones on the offensive.
"Wait, let them use up more ammunition first."
After much deliberation, the battalion commander finally made a decision to wait and see.
As the machine gun fire gradually subsided, he prepared to send out a small team to check the situation.
There were five vehicles in total, led by a wheeled assault vehicle, followed by two MT-LBMSH vehicles carrying two infantry squads, and finally two pickup trucks as the mobile force.
That way, even if they can't win, they can retreat.
The battalion commander had considered everything thoroughly, but the deep darkness of the night made him overlook a fatal factor: lacking night vision equipment, they failed to notice the ghost hovering in the sky.
Compared to the older female deer, the young antelope is much quieter; you can't hear the rotors from two kilometers away. However, the equipment on the helicopter can calmly monitor the entire battlefield.
"Calling the Mongooses, they're out. There are five cars in total."
Hans, who was in the park, received Lehmann's report, and only half an hour had passed.
Rob and Sergei had already cleared out the North and South buildings. The fraudulent bosses and managers who had been identified were all brought to justice, while the unlucky guys who thought Hans and his group had come to rescue them were all thrown into the back of the truck.
Rescuing people was just a side job; the main purpose was to send them back for rehabilitation. Everything was done under duress when they went to talk to the judge. Jihuo Defense's business does not include adjudicating cases.
"Then tell them all to stop. We need at least another hour here."
Hans glanced at his watch and estimated the progress.
Their mission this time was revenge, to help Group 1 recover their hard-earned money, and also to ensure the company didn't lose money, so naturally they had to extract gold coins from all five companies in the park.
We've only cleared two buildings here. There's still the west building, where the first and second floors are in pretty bad shape, and the east building, where the whole thing is a mess. It won't take an hour to finish looting and clearing everything.
"clear!"
After ending the communication, Lyman flew towards the convoy, and Paul in the back seat was also ready.
There was only one exit in the park, and it was a night raid. Hans and his team were firing together, so there was no room for him, the sniper, to make a difference. But now that Lao Mian has come, things are different.
"Click"
He pulled the bolt and fed a 12.7x99mm bullet into the chamber.
The gun mounted on the swing arm extending out of the fuselage was not the T-5000 that Paul usually used, nor the two high-precision sniper rifles of the same caliber used for testing, but the large-caliber anti-materiel AX-50.
This gun isn't for shooting people; it's designed to destroy military equipment and supplies. The most famous gun in this category is the old-school Barrett M82, a frequent sight in various FPS games.
The accuracy is relatively poor; at a distance of 1000 meters, it can only achieve 3 MOA, and even with high-precision competition-grade bullets, it only achieves 1.5 MOA. As a result, the AX-50, which was dubbed a high-precision anti-materiel sniper rifle, was once banned from 1-mile shooting competitions.
Without a scope, the AX-50 isn't too expensive at just over ten thousand dollars.
Xia Yu acquired one as a collectible, but due to the nature of his company, he never had the opportunity to use it in actual combat until today.
He specifically instructed Paul to bring the gun from under his bed, and it came in handy.
"Thump"
When the antelope came within two kilometers, Paul locked onto the target with his thermal imaging scope and pulled the trigger.
"Bang"
The bullet slammed into the hood of the last pickup truck in the convoy, easily piercing the thin sheet metal and destroying the V6 engine underneath.
"Thump"
After ejecting the spent cartridge, another bullet was chambered, and Paul brought the second pickup truck to a stop.
The convoy below was thrown into chaos. At this distance, they finally heard the roar of the helicopter rotors, but it was too late.
"Thump"
Paul pulled the trigger again, this time hitting the front engine of the MT-LB armored vehicle squarely, bringing this old machine, which was older than him, to a complete standstill.
"Damn it, they have helicopters. Let's get out of here, we need to get out of here!"
The captain in charge of the entire convoy crawled out of the wheel well and shouted to all the soldiers who had disembarked.
Forget about the broken car, let's get out of here quickly, or they'll all be sitting ducks.
The other surviving MT-LB reversed rapidly, while the soldiers who had lost their vehicles sprinted back in the direction they had started.
The shrew crew achieved its objective of interception; they successfully bought time.
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