There will be airplanes, and there will be pilots.
However, the current goal is to capture Bomatu, and Xia Yu and his group are making intensive preparations for the battle.
For example, replacing the additional armor on the Marder A3 tanks damaged in the Anka mechanized infantry battalion.
Using the original broth to cook the original food, Xia Yu threw the dismantled armor plates into the raw material warehouse and chose to reprint them.
He suddenly realized that this job seemed easier than providing fire support; reinstalling and repainting the sheet metal would only take five minutes.
Charging 30,000 for five minutes isn't considered greedy; that's the price on the battlefield.
It's good enough if it can be repaired; a lot of people just abandon their cars when they break down, which is a much bigger loss.
By the way, their company also needs to improve its combat effectiveness.
Xia Yu took turns storing the T-64B1M and Weasel A3, which had not yet been put to use, in the warehouse and changed their paint schemes.
He initially prepared jungle camouflage for field operations, but unfortunately it never came in handy.
Now that they're entering the city, Xia Yu plans to switch to a sandy gray urban camouflage that better matches the cool tones of Bomatu.
The white, gray, and brown mosaic blocks blur the outline of the car body, deceiving the eye from a distance.
Of course, thermal imaging can still lock onto the target.
But the rebels didn't seem like the kind of force that would use these things in combat.
"You look really handsome, Mr. Weasel. How much is this service?"
Good looks are a powerful asset. Xiao Anka, who came to pick up his car, was immediately captivated and wanted to have his car painted with this color as well.
"This isn't about money. We're responsible for the assault on Bomatou, while your unit's focus remains on the subsequent jungle warfare."
Xia Yu began teaching Xiao Anka.
Once his crew breaks through Bomatou, the remaining rebels will surely flee.
With city roads connecting all directions, they couldn't be stopped at all, so entering the jungle to pursue them became the duty of the Anka mechanized infantry battalion.
After hearing Xia Yu's analysis, Xiao Anka was devastated.
Apart from his father, no one had ever treated him so well; it was as if they were feeding him.
"Therefore, changing to city camouflage is completely unnecessary and will only affect the subsequent battles."
Xia Yu concluded.
"I understand, Mr. Weasel!"
After watching Xiao Anka drive away, Xia Yu called a meeting with his employees.
"Tomorrow, we will enter Bomatou to conduct on-site reconnaissance and also launch a probing attack."
No amount of theoretical discussion can compare to experiencing the battlefield firsthand.
It's always better to discover a problem early on than to be trapped in a crisis with no one to turn to.
"In addition, it's to attract the attention of the rebels. I want them to know that there's such a 'fat piece of meat' running rampant throughout the city."
Hearing Xia Yu say this, everyone laughed. The boss was too cunning; the rebels would definitely fall for it.
Their contract was to eliminate the rebels' mechanized infantry and light tank battalions; infantry was never their business objective.
Therefore, they had to use themselves as bait to lure out the enemy's armored forces.
"The rebels will most likely send out nearby RPG gunners first, and we cannot rule out the possibility that they have anti-tank missiles."
Xia Yu wrote and spoke on the whiteboard.
"01, you need to be careful. If you spot any anti-tank missiles from the rebels, let us know immediately."
"clear!"
Sergei nodded.
Unlike RPG shooters that engage in close-range attacks, anti-tank missiles are operated and launched from at least 1 kilometer away.
At this distance, machine guns can only provide suppression, let alone ordinary rifles; only sniper rifles can reach them.
Xia Yu did bring his L115A3 sniper rifle with him this time, but let's not show off our skills at 700-800 meters.
The simplest way is to take out the opponent directly with the weasel's 20mm autocannon.
When switching to the T-64B1M, it was also a matter of firing a single shot.
"Mongoose, aim carefully when the time comes."
"Yes, commander!"
Hans has never fought an anti-tank team before; it remains to be seen if he'll get his first taste of it this time.
On the other side, Cohen, whose teaching was already showing initial results, shuddered.
Why is it suddenly so chilly? Is it going to rain again?
Yes, although the rainy season is nearing its end, the recent rainfall has not decreased.
This is also why Anka didn't rush into Bomatu after taking control of the city entrance.
The previous battles were fought during the intervals between rain showers, with the rain serving as a tacit truce for both sides.
However, someone wanted to break this tacit understanding.
You think we won't fight if it rains? What a joke! We'll fight even if it rains knives!
Driving a six-wheeled vehicle, he speaks with confidence.
On such a rainy day, the Weasel crew sets out!
"Buzz~~"
The roar of the diesel engine was significantly reduced by the rain; it was almost inaudible from a distance unless you listened very carefully.
White noise gives people a hypnotic feeling.
The rebels in the city entertained themselves during this rare moment of leisure.
AK leaned casually against the wall, rolled a cigarette, lit it, and picked up a deck of cards that his comrade had just shuffled. Someone else was playing hip-hop music on a cell phone.
The tune sounds like "Thriftshop," a Billboard chart-topping song from a couple of years ago.
This song depicts the life they yearn for, where they can buy a decent piece of clothing for thirty or fifty dollars.
Wearing this outfit, you'll look cool and stylish, making you the most eye-catching guy in the neighborhood.
However, none of them were as good as the protagonist in the song, who couldn't even pull out twenty dollars from his pocket.
Why the hell did their ancestors fail to board the ship hundreds of years ago?
"Did you hear anything?"
Having drawn a terrible hand, with all that time left to waste, the frustrated soldier suddenly asked.
Aside from the singing and the sound of rain, he seemed to hear the sound of a motor vehicle. Was it his superior officer driving over on patrol?
"You must have misheard me. Hurry up, it's your turn to play."
His comrade was oblivious; all his attention was on the cards, unaware that this was the last hand of his life.
"Thump~ thump~ thump~~"
With a light press of the launch button, a short burst of three DM81 high-explosive rounds hit the rebel bunker.
No, it should be "pierced through".
After all, with a 20mm caliber, even a high-explosive shell can easily penetrate a sandbag and explode.
The result was obvious: the extremely loud sound transmission came to an abrupt halt.
It's just that not every phone is called Nokia.
Furthermore, soldiers who don't go to fight but instead roll cigarettes and play cards deserve to be killed!
The commotion from the machine gun finally attracted attention. Through the periscope, it was clear that an infantry squad carrying an RPG was approaching in the rain.
"Mongoose, take them out with the machine gun."
"Yes, commander!"
Hans turned the turret, and then the coaxial machine gun roared.
The 7.62mm full-power rounds tore through the rain and swept towards the unfortunate rebel soldiers.
One of them, by sheer luck, pierced the RPG's warhead.
It didn't explode; the explosive charge just spilled all over the ground, rendering it unusable.
"Keep moving forward; even without a target, you can still fire a couple of shots."
Xia Yu issued instructions to Domi and Hans together.
This weasel-themed vehicle, painted in urban camouflage, is like a weasel whose living space has been squeezed and can only live in the city, roaming around the deserted streets and alleys, reveling in the rain.
They're both just weasels; one is used to hiding from people, while the other finds and kills them.
Only the rebels remained; some civilians stayed in the city, and they were generally well hidden.
"What's that sound? Did Anka break in?"
The brigade commander, who was taking a lunch break, was startled awake by the sound of machine guns.
Something's not right. Anka's usual procedure is to fire the cannons first, and only send in infantry fighting vehicles after a round of bombardment. Also, isn't the sound of the machine guns a bit too sparse?
Intelligence regained its advantage; the brigade commander understood something, got up from his chair, and walked out.
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