Osa was completely bewildered. He was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly woken up by an explosion, and the sound was clearly that of a 125mm grenade.
Osa must have basic military skills to become the commander of an mechanized infantry battalion, but he still couldn't understand it.
Of all the artillery pieces in the country, only the two armored battalions with T-64B1Ms are of this caliber; the others are not. But he has already sent people to the train station. Did the other side fly over?
It really did fly over. Trains that sell out even with hanging tickets are not for humans to ride. Even Xia Yu is afraid of getting lice in the soft sleeper.
"Boom!"
A grenade landed in a corner of the battalion headquarters building, and the whole building shook as the glass shattered.
"Quickly, send men to the garage, and the liaison artillery company should bring out all the mortars."
Osa jumped out of bed, picked up the clothes under the broken glass, shook them, and immediately gave orders when the orderly came in.
"Yes, sir!"
By now he had figured out what was going on; the enemy was firing cannons one shot at a time.
Although the frequency was high, the lack of two consecutive shots within 10 seconds indicated that only one enemy vehicle was firing.
If we were to be even bolder, the other side might only have one car.
If there are four or five cars running in a row, that's fine. But if there are only one or two cars, you can definitely try to take them out!
Osa opened the wardrobe and took out the heavy bulletproof vest he had bought with his own money, and also put on a helmet.
That's not all. He pulled off the key hanging around his neck, inserted it into the keyhole of the safe below, and entered the password to open the door.
The first thing that catches the eye is several stacks of banknotes and large denominations of 200 euros, along with a few gold bars of varying sizes and two passports of different colors.
These were clearly escape kits, but Osa didn't even glance at them, only taking out a set of keys from a small drawer at the bottom.
Running away without even fighting is not in line with his status.
As one of the few officers in the country with undergraduate degrees from foreign military academies, Osa should have been assigned to a more promising elite armored battalion, rather than commanding these dilapidated infantry fighting vehicles that should have been phased out in the last century.
Unfortunately, in the president's eyes, reliability was more important than ability.
No matter how well he performs, people still prefer their old buddy, a guy who can't even drive a tank.
He turned evil instantly!
After working quietly for several years, Osa finally found his opportunity. As soon as Panaka made a public statement, he immediately followed suit.
He did it for no other reason than to save face.
He took the key and went out of the room. His orderly and several of his trusted officers came over. The sound of artillery fire was still booming outside.
"Musi, you personally lead the team to bombard the main gate. Stop when the shells in the warehouse are all used up."
Osa gave the order to the mortar company commander.
The French 81mm mortar is not very effective against tanks. Even if you are lucky enough to get one or two top shots, there will still be recoil. However, such a dense barrage of shells can suppress the enemy's firepower.
Looking out the window at the BTR-60 that had been blown up, Osa knew that what he lacked most right now was reaction time.
"Yes, sir!"
“Haman, follow me. Go around to the back door of the garage via the path behind the cafeteria.”
After watching Muto leave, Osa led the remaining men out of the camp.
Both the BMP-1 and BTR-60 are more effective against conventional infantry and lightly armed personnel; driving these vehicles against tanks is suicidal.
Osa remembered what his instructor had said in a theory class, so he was prepared.
Six months before the uprising, he spent all his money to purchase a powerful weapon specifically designed to deal with tanks.
The purpose of stationing people at the train station was not to get advance notice so they could escape, but to ambush the armored battalion on the way and give them a good beating.
It's not too late now, but the losses are a bit significant.
After the fight, he will basically lose all his meager possessions.
As for whether they'll take the money and run, or invest it all in buying equipment and recruiting new soldiers, we'll see!
"Thump~ thump~ thump~~"
The sound of heavy machine gun fire in the distance made the group pause.
"There's more than one enemy force. They've sealed off the back door; they came prepared!"
Osa didn't care; as long as he could take down the enemy's tank, everything would be fine.
Opening the emergency back door of the garage, only six cars remained, lying haphazardly inside.
Some remained stationary, while others, having been activated, were too afraid to leave after witnessing the horrific sight of their predecessors being destroyed.
"Sir!"
"Have you forgotten everything I taught you? Don't you know how to fire smoke grenades?"
Osa scolded him, sounding somewhat disappointed.
The subordinates are all dull soldiers who are not good at thinking and do not bother to remember what they are taught.
What could he do? He was helpless too!
Conventional smoke grenades have limited interference with the latest infrared night vision equipment; only specialized infrared smoke grenades can effectively counter them. However, the T-64B1M is equipped with older infrared headlights, so they will definitely have some effect.
"Take a break, you two BTR-60s will lead the charge, fire your smoke grenades and disperse quickly. Then you two BMP-1s will follow behind and fire your smoke grenades again after three minutes. During this time, look for opportunities to attack from 500 meters away in the direction of the gate."
"Yes, sir!"
Upon receiving the order, the soldiers began to move, and Osa also came to the tarpaulin in the corner.
"Splash~~"
Pulling back the tarpaulin revealed a highly mobile four-wheeled armored vehicle that looked very much like a Hummer.
This is his winning weapon – the Kornet-Em anti-tank missile system.
The older racing guns couldn't penetrate the T-64B1M, so he specifically bought the model that could.
Western missiles like the Javelin, Trigger, and Spike can be fired and left unattended, but he would have to face an entire armored battalion at most!
If he were to buy these missiles, he would have to train at least 10 gunners and also pull out all the officers with high school diplomas. If he sent soldiers, they would probably accidentally fire and kill a few more unlucky guys.
Therefore, the short-number vehicle system for export is the best choice.
Each vehicle has two retractable missile launchers, each equipped with four Kornet missiles, and is capable of simultaneously engaging two different targets.
Perfect, it perfectly solved his needs, not to mention that there were 8 spare rounds in the rear compartment of the launch vehicle.
With just 16 "firing" opportunities, even if only half of them hit, Osa could take away half of the opponent's health.
The only downside is that it's a bit expensive. Excluding the price of the launch vehicle, a single Kornet costs $140,000. Buying all 16 at once would definitely get you a discount, but the whole system, including the launch vehicle and missiles, plus shipping, cost him $3.5 million.
Osa is 35 years old this year. He has been working in the industry for 10 years and has received dirty money. He also received annual dividends from his brother's mine and borrowed 1 million from his brother. He finally managed to scrape together enough money.
After getting the goods, Osa felt that the money was well spent, and after declaring rebellion and taking over the bank of Konluga, the money he had spent was now back.
"Walk!"
"Bang~ Bang~~"
Two BTR-60s fired smoke grenades one after another, and Xia Yu's vision was gradually shrouded in smoke, with only the hull of one of the vehicles barely visible.
So you finally remembered to use smoke grenades?
"Bang! Boom!"
After Xia Yu finished complaining, he pressed the launch button. The BTR-60 that hadn't been properly hidden was hit in the rear, and the powerful kinetic energy flipped it over.
"Bang~ Bang~~"
Two more rounds of smoke grenades were used, and now it was completely impossible to see anything.
"Calling Domi, the enemy is about to counterattack, you should retreat now."
Xia Yu contacted Domi in advance, explaining that Domi had changed their tactics and they needed to adjust their plans accordingly.
"Domi received it!"
After firing the remaining half of the ammunition belt, Domi decisively jumped out of the truck bed, climbed into the cab, and drove out of the valley.
After making the contact, Xia Yu opened the hatch and climbed out, then opened the hatch of the vehicle commander next to him.
He temporarily set up this place as a storage room, where he stored all the equipment that he hadn't used yet.
First, he opened his backpack and threw in two unused and heavy TM-62M anti-tank grenades. Then, he picked out two RKG-3 anti-tank grenades and put them in as well.
These things only weigh about one kilogram each, so taking another one won't add to the weight.
Thinking this, Xia Yu took another one, and then took out two tubes and hung them on his body, one in front and one behind.
Two At-4 rocket launchers together weigh over ten kilograms.
Only a spendthrift would use missiles to attack infantry fighting vehicles; rocket launchers are the real professional lightweight can openers.
Xia Yu, who didn't want to use an old-fashioned RpG-7 for the sake of his personal image (prestige), had to pay a hefty price of $5,000 per unit. Keep in mind that this is for the most basic hEAt (hollow charge armor-piercing projectile) warhead, which only costs $1,500 at the factory.
Well, the premium unique to the African region is too high for Xia Yu, but John thinks it's too expensive too!
You can't skimp on tools when doing business, otherwise the business will fail and you won't even get a good price for secondhand items. But thinking about this million-dollar contract, he instantly felt better.
With perfect coordination between his waist and stance, Xia Yu jumped off the tank and landed steadily on the ground.
This is the skill honed over many years in the industry; jumping from tanks to excavators, and from excavators to tanks.
"Whoosh~~"
With his hand on the vehicle, Xia Yu stored the tank in Garage No. 1 and disappeared into the darkness.
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