"Cohen, Anka is testing us. Let's teach him a lesson and leave that car behind!"
Knowing that only one vehicle was entering the city from the opposite direction, the brigade commander was both angry and delighted.
He was angry that Anka looked down on him, but pleased by the other's arrogance.
They're just young people; they've been blinded by the victory outside the city!
"Yes, Commander!"
Cohen was also full of confidence.
On a rainy day like this, the doe can't help this unfortunate weasel.
Yes, and it won't help even if it doesn't rain.
Because the crew that flew the female Hind was on this Weasel A3.
Cohen boarded the Mambamk1 armored vehicle and sped towards the neighborhood where Xia Yu was located.
In addition to the driver and co-driver, this 4x4 Mamba armored vehicle can carry up to nine people in the rear troop compartment.
Besides the driver, Cohen only brought four people and two competition anti-tank missiles.
This was just to be on the safe side, since the other side only had one vehicle, and they could overwhelm them with RPGs.
Xia Yu really liked the black guys' confidence because he, being a know-it-all, could give them a good lesson.
"01, prepare to disembark and engage in combat!"
"Received, 01!"
As the rain gradually subsided, the armored rear door of the Weasel A3 slowly opened, and six heavily armed men filed out.
"Bang~ Bang~~"
Marksman 05 took down a rebel soldier who had peeked out with two shots, and then 03's machine gun began to roar.
The infantry squad's RPG marksman was instantly suppressed.
They both focused their attention on this direction.
The remaining four men's firing range formed a fan shape, covering the left, rear, and right sides of the chariot.
With both cannons and coaxial machine guns providing dual firepower at the front, and Xia Yu and Hans personally overseeing the operation, they had no time to be distracted.
"That's strange. Why is the machine gun firing intermittently? Is there no attack being launched from the front?"
"I asked over the radio," Cohen said.
The closer he got to the target area, the clearer the gunfire and artillery sounds became, but he didn't hear a single RPG explosion.
"Sir, the enemy's firepower is too intense. We can't even lift our heads. The RPG shooters are targeted and fired as soon as they are about to fire."
The lieutenant at the scene was lying down and reporting to Cohen.
He didn't dare show his face; the other party was simply a devil.
In just a short while, his infantry platoon had wiped out one enemy and crippled another.
"How is that possible? Those vehicles can't even carry a single squad. You're telling me the army is almost wiped out?"
Cohen felt his men were playing him, and his tone was full of skepticism.
A platoon of soldiers was deployed in that area, and before setting off, he dispatched another platoon to provide support.
Two platoons, six infantry squads, as long as they don't stand in line to die, and relying on the advantageous terrain of urban warfare, how could they possibly be wiped out so quickly?
"Sir, they are not ordinary infantrymen; not one of them is carrying an AK."
Upon hearing this, Cohen's heart skipped a beat.
Both Busa's and their troops were equipped with AKMs, as were Anka's troops.
But the other side doesn't use an AK, so there's only one possibility.
Yes, those white mercenaries and PMC employees prefer to use their own guns; they're not dealing with Anka's people at all.
You little rascal, trying to sabotage Bomatu's situation by spending money, huh!
And that female Hind, Panaka didn't have any helicopters to support their operations, so that was also PMC's doing.
Once you break through this barrier, many things become clear.
We're evenly matched in terms of fighting ability. The reason we played so badly isn't because you're too strong, but because you spent too much money.
Not only were the weapons and equipment excellent, but the PMC company they hired was also clearly over-standard.
If Cohen could speak Chinese, he would definitely scold Anka for being uncivilized.
"Calling for sir, requesting reinforcements from the mechanized infantry battalion, we can't hold out any longer."
The radio rang again, and Cohen quickly replied.
"Hold on, I'm bringing men."
The incident happened so suddenly that the mechanized infantry battalion didn't have time to mobilize, but what did he have to fear with anti-tank missiles?
No matter how capable or aggressive this PMC company is, they can only send one vehicle into the city.
No matter how strong an individual soldier's skills are, they can only deal with close-range RPGs.
The longest range of the competition is 4 kilometers.
Of course, 1.5 to 2 kilometers is better.
Although the rain has stopped outside, visibility is still very poor.
"Everyone get out of the car and ambush from two directions. We must take it down this time."
Cohen opened the car door, jumped out first, and told his men to quickly deploy anti-tank positions.
On the other side, Xia Yu also noticed that the rebels' counterattacks had weakened.
They've realized what's happening and stopped sending people to his side; perhaps they're preparing something big.
"Everyone be on high alert! The rebels are up to no good!"
"Yes, 8 units of length!"
Everyone stared wide-eyed, paying close attention to the slightest movement at medium to long distances.
Of course, the main observer is still Xia Yu, the team leader.
The Marder tank commander had eight periscopes, while Hans, as the gunner, only had three.
The task of finding the most valuable and threatening targets is the commander's responsibility; the gunner is merely a ruthless firing machine.
"Commander, here you go!"
Hans handed over a can of chilled iced coffee from the left.
Xia Yu kept his eyes glued to the periscope, then pulled the tab and drank it all in one gulp.
"Mongoose, your coffee is awful."
"Commander, what flavor can you expect from canned coffee? It's just to give you a caffeine boost."
Xia Yu was speechless, but after thinking for a moment, she replied.
"Next time, just give me Red Bull. This stuff is not as good as my mom's dishwater."
The radio was instantly filled with laughter, but no one lowered their gun barrels an inch.
You can joke around on the battlefield, but while you're having a good laugh, don't forget to stay alert.
It may taste awful, but the caffeine still has its effects.
Xia Yu reacted faster than usual, as if he had been given a certain drug.
With the added "human-vehicle integration" effect passively enhanced by the system, he suddenly felt that something was not quite right.
"Have you noticed how quiet it is around here?"
"Yes, commander, we haven't detected any infantry targets for five minutes."
Sergei reported over the radio.
"Mongoose, just fire a few shots."
"Thump~ thump~ thump~~"
The renewed sound of machine gun fire made Cohen, two kilometers away, look up.
Two anti-tank positions have been set up. He ordered the remaining seven or eight men on the other side to hide on the spot. Why are there still people being shot?
These idiots can't even hide properly. How could Cohen have soldiers like this under his command?
Cohen blamed the wrong person this time; Xia Yu was clearly doing it on purpose.
"Mongoose, how many high-explosive rounds are left?"
"473 rounds remaining!"
The Marder A3's 20mm gun carries 1250 rounds of ammunition, typically using three types of ammunition fed in three separate streams.
Xia Yu's choices were the DM81 tracer high explosive incendiary (HE-IT), the DM43 tracer armor-piercing incendiary (API-T), and the DM63 tracer discarding sabot armor-piercing (APDS-T).
The number of each model varies depending on the nature of the combat mission.
For example, in this test mission, 650 high-explosive rounds were carried.
“There’s a street corner ahead. If the rebels are lying in ambush, the corner is their only option.”
Xia Yu began issuing the latest battle plan.
"53 minutes have passed since we entered Bomatou. We cannot rule out the possibility that the rebels have mobilized their mechanized infantry battalion, but the probability of us facing close-range RPG fire and long-range anti-tank missile strikes is over 80%."
"So when I turn the corner, I'll immediately release a smoke bomb."
Upon hearing this, everyone held their breath.
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