Let's wait and see. He hasn't lost all his money yet, so he doesn't need to leave the gambling table.
While Sasu hesitated, Jihuo Defense also slowed down its speed through the second anti-tank minefield.
"All vehicles halt, we have reached the target area!"
Xia Yu, who had been monitoring the convoy's coordinates, shouted over the radio.
A mine-clearing plow can sweep away anti-tank mines buried in the shallow soil, but it cannot sweep away anti-side armor mines that attack the side armor of a vehicle.
The T-64B1M can withstand the explosive bombardment of the "rice cooker" (a type of explosive device), but the GpZ-80 and Marder S30 do not have side armor equivalent to 100mm+. To be on the safe side, it's better to clear the mines first.
After resting for more than ten minutes, the mixed digital team was kicked off the armored vehicle again and led Big Yellow and Big Black to the marked target location.
Without anti-personnel mines or rebel patrols, the group's task was relatively easy: to find and disable anti-side armor mines.
After confirming that this was the route to break into the rebel camp, Xia Yu sent out drones for battlefield reconnaissance for several consecutive early mornings.
While there have always been special types of mines, such as those with wooden or plastic casings, metal mines are the mainstream on the battlefield.
During the day, the metal casings of these landmines absorb a large amount of heat under direct sunlight, creating a significant difference from the surrounding environment.
This is especially evident in the early morning hours, when the drone's thermal imaging camera can easily capture them.
Of course, this only applies to large vehicles like the anti-side armored torpedo.
Due to the concealment of vegetation or soil, small targets are less likely to be detected, but this is sufficient for concentrated fire defense.
The price of the TM-83 on the international arms market is not low. There are at most one or two hundred mines in such a large minefield, but their drones only locked onto two along the way.
"Woof woof~~"
"Target 1 detected. This TM-83 is facing the wrong direction."
Sergei reported over the radio.
They searched the vicinity of the coordinates and Dahuang spotted the "rice cooker" hidden in the bushes, but it was facing the wrong way, so driving past it wouldn't trigger it.
"Let's eliminate them all!"
Clearing two minefields of thousands of mines is impossible, and even with extra money, it can't be done. But clearing an anti-tank mine along the way is no problem.
"04, you go!"
Sergei issued orders to the deputy worker and demolition specialist 04 of the group.
A single burst of fire from a standard TM-62M rifle would render it ineffective; after all, the US military equips its engineering units with Barrett rifles, which are very effective at mine clearance when equipped with 12.7mm armor-piercing incendiary rounds.
However, it's best to be cautious with this large TM-83; remote detonation can disable it.
The others provided cover while 04 stepped forward and used engineering tape to secure the TNT "compressed biscuit" and the remote-controlled detonator together.
"Boom!"
After swiftly and efficiently eliminating the anti-side armor mine, the team moved on to their next target.
This direction is just right. If the GpZ-80 advances another 80 meters, it will be blasted through by the tm-83's self-forging fragments.
It can only be said that they were fortunate to have made preparations in advance. Underestimating the enemy and acting rashly in this situation would be a path to death, while anticipating the enemy's moves is the true measure of prudence.
"Boom!"
After clearing the last threat, the GpZ-80 continued to advance until it had completely cleared the second minefield.
"Call 06, immediately drive back along the route and rendezvous with the Anka mechanized infantry battalion."
Xia Yu issued the evacuation order to 06.
The minesweeper's mission is over. Staying on the battlefield would only be a burden to the convoy, so it's better to withdraw directly.
"03 Return to the assault team."
"It's x2!"
The two responded in unison.
Without the turret basket, the Marder S30's crew compartment has one more seat than the S3, meaning the machine gunner still has to stay behind to work.
Nikolai quickly got off the vehicle carrying the mG3 and ran a few steps before diving into the troop transport compartment of the Marder S30.
Watching the minesweeper leave the battlefield, Xia Yu closed the top hatch.
At this moment, he possessed Afica's best tanks and its best infantry fighting vehicles.
Although they may not have the advantage in numbers, two-vehicle teams are enough to turn more than a dozen rebel camps of all sizes upside down.
"Target: nearest B1 camp, move out!"
"It's x12!"
The 12 people present responded loudly.
"Buzz~~"
Amidst the roar of the engine, the double-pin tracks rolled over the red soil of the rainforest, sending up particles that shot like bullets onto a makeshift nest of army ants.
They had just finished eating the termites here, but when they wanted to stop and rest for a while, they were provoked by some reckless creatures.
"Crackling and popping~~"
The weasel S30 followed closely behind, and the ammunition made of dirt particles came again, causing the enraged ant swarm to surge out wildly.
And then, that was it.
Faced with highly mechanized human armaments, tiny ants can't even get their hands on exhaust fumes. Their so-called fearsome reputation is nothing more than electronically pickled vegetables documented in "Animal World," used to accompany rice.
What difference is there between the rebels and these army ants? They are equally menacing and equally vulnerable.
Xia Yu only takes the opponent seriously tactically, because it relates to his own safety and the company's profits.
Strategically, these black guys are just pure fun and never disappoint.
"General, the situation has worsened; we've lost contact with the patrol."
The deputy chief of staff frowned, bringing yet another piece of bad news.
“They are all veterans who have been with us all along. They disappeared without saying a word. They have probably been killed by Busa’s men.”
New recruits are given "tobacco," while the veterans are their kinsmen and the most trustworthy people.
“If they get wiped out, the people of Busa will probably have already broken in. Tell the rocket artillery company to hold off and send the armored units first.”
Sasu made a decision.
Seeing that no rockets had been falling for some time, he concluded that Busa's ammunition had run out and it was time to send out all armored forces to annihilate the enemy.
Soldiers and tanks are both expendable resources in war; the only difference is their price.
Determined to flee, Sasu prepared to stake everything on eliminating Busa's forces, then regroup and make a comeback.
Afica, who most respected the principle of the survival of the fittest, did not resign by telegram, nor did he undergo any reform through education. The only verdict after Sasu was captured was death and immediate execution.
This is why Sasu is so good at running; if he can't escape, he really will die.
He's only fifty years old, and he doesn't want to die yet. So he can only ask his soldiers and the enemy to die together. Anyway, the people in this land have very short lifespans; they don't even live to the age of getting cancer or AIDS before they kick the bucket. So he might as well play a positive role.
At Sasu's command, new crews, old crews, and mercenary crews all drove their tanks and infantry fighting vehicles out of their bunkers and charged menacingly toward the armored convoy that Busa had broken into.
Some of them were in it for the money, some were on drugs, and some were genuinely risking their lives.
Regardless of the reason, they have all stood on the opposite side of concentrated fire defense, and what awaits them is only the merciless sweep of autumn leaves.
This is normal; what's abnormal is their General Sasu.
After mobilizing the armored forces, he summoned his deputy chief of staff and sent him to handle a matter personally.
"You will personally command that rocket artillery company. Once the liaison office receives news of heavy losses to the armored forces, use up all the ammunition for me."
Sasu's deliberately lowered voice revealed a sinister undertone.
"yes!"
Having understood the general's meaning, the deputy chief of staff was only momentarily stunned before returning to normal.
The saying "a kind heart cannot command an army" exists all over the world, but Afika is exceptionally realistic and cold-blooded.
Sasu and the deputy chief of staff walked out of the fortifications one after the other. One of them was busy packing up valuables and the things he could take with him, while the other had to personally command the operation and stay behind to cover the rear at critical moments.
He did so voluntarily, not out of loyalty to Sasu as a person, but because he had always been loyal to the Tusi tribe.
What Afica has no shortage of is racism, or more accurately, tribalism, since everyone is Black, just to varying degrees.
It's a rather backward form of social organization, but its existence is justified. There are still so many feudal monarchies that are relatively more pleasing to the eye!
"Thump~ thump~ thump~~"
"Da~da~da~~"
The S30's autocannon and the T-64B1M's coaxial machine gun took turns firing, clearing out the stragglers from Camp B1.
Xia Yu also operated the automatic weapon station, which had been installed but rarely used, and unleashed 12.7mm bullets at the fortifications.
"Perhaps we should add a flamethrower soldier to our combat team; those things are really suited for dealing with fortifications."
After firing a 200-round ammunition belt down to just over 50 rounds, Xia Yu complained to all the employees on the public channel.
He had seen the flamethrower soldier next door during the exercise. Although the process of mixing solidified gasoline was troublesome, the effect of making fireballs by hand was really cool.
"I strongly agree. These rats are hiding in the fortifications and won't come out. Flamethrowers are much more effective than machine guns right now."
"Release the launch button," Hans seconded.
They miscalculated this time, assuming the rebels were building fortifications to avoid rocket artillery bombardment. Little did they know that even armored vehicles couldn't stop them. 125mm shells could send them flying, but Soviet-made artillery would never lower its head, with a downward -5° elevation angle that was laughable.
"Yes, I feel like we're running out of fragile armor-piercing rounds on our vehicle."
Kuhn was the third to agree, saying that only the Weasel S30 could still maintain effective output at this point.
"Perhaps we shouldn't be so radical; it would be good to keep a short-range thermobaric signal!"
There's no going back in life; we can only learn from our mistakes and improve on them next time.
"Wait a minute, I'll take a look later. This thing needs to be made of titanium alloy to work properly."
If we're going to use something, we should use the best. The concentrated fire defense also deserves the best.
As long as they don't add cars and machines indiscriminately, the guys won't react too strongly, since they all know that the boss can get his hands on hard stuff with Chinese characters engraved on it.
"That's great! This will definitely be effective in dealing with terrorists hiding in caves in the future."
Sergei also joined the group chat.
These combat employees are the actual users of the flamethrowers, and it's a real headache that they can't hit the enemy.
"Whoosh~~"
An RPG was fired from the semi-underground bunker, but why is it flying upwards? Can rocket launchers now be used for indirect aiming?
"Boom!"
Rockets that exceed their range self-destruct and explode.
"This guy must not have read the RPG manual. You can't use a rocket launcher in a confined space."
To make room for 03 Nikola, 02 Alexander, who was sitting in the crew compartment, saw this scene on the commander's large screen.
As a professional rocket launcher shooter, he was skilled in operating various rocket launchers, but he mostly used RPGs, which Xia Yu looked down upon.
Classic as it may be, this old-fashioned weapon doesn't have a saltwater version to reduce the tail flame. The guy who fired the RPG from the bunker must have been seriously injured, otherwise how could that rocket have been flying around like that?
"Reading and writing are still very important. I want to especially praise Honey Badger for this. Although he only has a primary school education, his English level is almost catching up with mine."
Xia Yu didn't forget to praise Duomi.
The young man asked Hans to help him set up a home theater system and watched all 10 seasons of Friends. His listening, speaking, reading and writing skills have improved significantly.
This is also why Xia Yu felt comfortable letting him participate in ground crew and maintain the fighter jets.
If you lack knowledge, you can learn it; with this serious attitude, it's hard to make mistakes at work.
Of course, after hiring a full-time fighter pilot, Xia Yu may also need to find a full-time ground crew.
Regular maintenance (frequent maintenance) of fighter jets and helicopters is too cumbersome, and one-click system maintenance is difficult to explain. It would be better to formalize ground support and only take action when major overhauls are needed.
"Calling for the commander, this is the glider, our Sparrowhawk A has arrived on the battlefield."
Andrei's voice came through the public channel.
Since Sasu hadn't escaped yet, the glider crew responsible for interception naturally didn't need to launch an attack. But since they were idle anyway, Andrei deployed drones after requesting permission.
Compared to consumer-grade drones, the Sparrowhawk A has slightly lower resolution, but it will perform more professionally on the battlefield.
At least gasoline-powered drones have a longer battery life than electric ones. This isn't as obvious in the automotive industry, but it's true in the drone field.
"Weasel received. Any abnormalities?"
Xia Yu was more concerned about the rebels' movements at the moment, and the arrival of the glider was just in time.
"We are heading towards the core area. On the way, we spotted armed helicopters of the Blue Helmet troops."
"Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~~"
As soon as Andrei finished speaking, Xia Yu heard the roar of the propellers.
The Tiger's articulated rotor system features a specially designed noise reduction mechanism, making it much quieter than the "loud-talking" Doe.
"As expected, they came."
Xia Yu's tone at this moment was neither sad nor happy, even if his judgment was correct.
Sassou is different from other rebel groups. The opposition in Sassou thinks that if they come to power, they need to be recognized by the United Nations. Even if they don't listen to the mediation of the blue helmets, they still give way to them and do not become enemies.
What about Kosasu?
During the Panaka era, he dared to shoot down Blue Helmet transport helicopters; even if it was an accidental shot, it demonstrates his ruthlessness and decisiveness.
Now that they're at their wits' end, they'll only become more reckless.
Faced with a sneak attack from four anti-aircraft missiles, even an experienced driver like Xia Yu crashed in despair.
I don't know how many flight hours the other pilot has, or how much tougher the other Tiger helicopter is compared to the modified old Hind.
At least the most vulnerable tail rotor can withstand a 7.62mm full-power round.
Yes, I look forward to its performance.
"Call center, we have arrived near the battlefield."
Pilot François contacted Schneider.
In military matters, reporting is of utmost importance. Even the smallest soldier unit must let its commander know where it is.
"How is the situation?"
Schneider asked immediately.
“We’re too late. Busa’s rocket artillery units have run out of ammunition and are now retreating to their camp.”
Having just flown over the Massar rocket artillery battalion, the Tiger tanks naturally revealed their next move.
"It's strange. Their mechanized infantry battalion is scattered around the perimeter of the minefield. No, two vehicles have broken into the opposition camp and cleared a path through the minefield. But why didn't all those other infantry fighting vehicles follow them?"
François observed and reported back.
He had seen plenty of government troops with lackluster combat capabilities, but he couldn't deny that there were still a few brave ones.
"That must be PMC, the company that Busa hired; they use similar tank configurations."
Schneider did his homework beforehand when conducting military observations.
"This Jihuo Defense team is very strong, but it's like a weasel that likes to kill all the chickens on the farm but can't finish eating any of them. They are only good at dealing with armored targets."
"That's right, they seem to be stuck with the opposition's semi-underground fortifications, but their drones have just arrived, and this model looks familiar!"
François had never seen Sparrowhawk A, but he had seen Sparrowhawk B, so he was somewhat surprised.
"It was probably their spoils of war. Focus Fire Defense was once hostile to a company called White Hat PMC, whose main members were all from our foreign troops, and then they were wiped out."
Schneider quickly flipped through the large stack of documents in front of him, and this matched up again.
Even if a small company defeats a large company through a surprise attack or defensive maneuver, it still demonstrates its fighting power.
This gave Schneider a premonition that they wouldn't be able to stay on the border for long; the Chinese engineering detachment might stay behind to work, while they would be reassigned to the next hotspot.
Yes, it's a hotspot that people around the world don't care about.
Apart from a few years ago when the north stirred up some waves, this place seems to have been forgotten by the world. The so-called news reports are just a few words, and there are even few photos. The Middle East is still the hottest topic.
"Calling headquarters, calling headquarters, an armed helicopter is coming from the other side, along with that drone that comes all the time."
The information was immediately gathered and sent to the deputy chief of staff, who then reported it to Sasu separately.
"Shoot down the helicopters first, then the drones, and use all the anti-aircraft missiles."
Sasu shouted directly into the radio.
If he tries to escape, then all the missiles will be useless. It's better to fire them all in one round and take down one at a time.
"Yes, General!"
The order was quickly relayed to every anti-aircraft gunner, because the losses from the earlier air raids had been significant, and more than half of the current anti-aircraft gunners were officers.
Without having to command soldiers in combat, these mid- to low-ranking officers quickly mastered operating a single weapon.
But that damned drone was as cunning as ever, flying at the SAM-24's altitude limit, making it impossible for the missiles to lock on.
There was no other way. The Tiger helicopters, which were already of higher priority, were targeted by more anti-aircraft missiles, while the attack helicopters, which were more focused on armored targets and battlefield dynamics under the cover of the rainforest, subconsciously ignored these individual targets.
"Pfft~ Whoosh~~"
Pulling the trigger, the first Igla-S missile soared into the sky.
"Beep~ Beep~ Beep~~"
The Tiger fighter jet's cabin was filled with alarms going off like crazy.
"It's an anti-aircraft missile; we've been locked on."
Fortunately, it wasn't the first time he'd been targeted, so François was just a little nervous and didn't panic.
"Prepare to disengage, release heat decoys!"
"Puff~ Puff~ Puff~ Puff~~"
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