"Commander, 300 rounds fired!"
Hans released his fingers and reported to Xia Yu.
Although the ventilation was turned on, the continuous firing of hundreds of rounds still filled the vehicle with the smell of gunpowder.
"It seems I was overthinking it. The rebels only have two anti-tank positions and not even a single machine gun for cover."
Xia Yu grumbled as she looked away from the periscope.
He shouldn't have had any expectations for the rebels' military skills; they've already performed admirably to this extent.
"Calling 01, everyone get in the vehicle immediately. The objective of this operation has been achieved. We're heading back."
"Yes, commander!"
Sergei and his six men returned to the troop transport compartment.
They hadn't even used up half of the ammunition they carried, so it could only be considered low-intensity combat.
The high-intensity battle is coming soon. Xia Yu has shown his fangs today, and the rebels will definitely choose to increase their bets if they want to take the hit.
The mechanized infantry battalion in the city, and the light tank battalion that has been missing, might both show up.
Add to that an anti-tank squad armed with competitive weapons and a double-digit number of RPG shooters, and just thinking about it is exciting!
Xia Yu was excited, while the rebel brigade commander was terrified.
Seeing his most capable subordinate, Cohen, return in a panic, and combined with the commotion he had just heard, he knew something was wrong.
"What? Even missiles couldn't take them down?"
That's an anti-tank missile, shouldn't it be a sure thing against infantry fighting vehicles?
“They were well-trained and well-equipped; they were definitely not Anka’s crew. I suspect they were from PMC.”
Cohen's analysis was very logical and well-reasoned.
He is now the person in the rebels who knows Xia Yu's team best.
Although he was in a rather disheveled state while escaping, he was the most suitable person to eliminate this disruptive crew.
"Cohen, tell me how to deal with them, and I'll support you with whatever you need."
Because he is not keeping up with the times, the brigade commander does not plan to personally take charge of micro-management; he gives the opportunity to the younger generation.
"First, we need to report this to Panaka, and we also need to put our mercenaries to use."
Cohen already had a plan in mind.
He planned to have the militia and mercenaries from the rear hold off the tank crew.
His infantry suffered heavy losses in the previous battle to enter the city, plus today's surprise attack.
The entire infantry battalion in the city was reduced to half its original size, and these men had to fill the gap.
"Okay, I'll take charge of reporting and coordination."
The brigade commander nodded in agreement and told him some good news.
"Also, that light tank battalion will arrive at Bomatou tonight, and you can mobilize them to cooperate in the operation."
The battalion was equipped with PT-76M amphibious tanks, which were an improved version of the PT-76 tanks that were widely used by the Soviet Army in the early Cold War.
This model has a more powerful engine, and although the replaced D-56TS gun is still 76mm, its performance is superior.
By current standards, it is definitely outdated.
After all, it's not even as heavy as the old Type 62 infantry fighting vehicle of our country; it's just an infantry fighting vehicle with its troop transport compartment removed.
However, this battalion has a numerical advantage in PT-76Ms.
A typical company in their infantry battalion has one infantry fighting vehicle and two armored vehicles, totaling three vehicles, but only the infantry fighting vehicle is capable of undertaking assault missions.
When they arrived at a company in the light tank battalion, they were assigned 3 PT-76M tanks, plus the command vehicle of the battalion headquarters, making a total of 10 tanks.
This is also why the light tank battalion was worth an extra 1.1 million in the contract signed between Xia Yu and Lao Anka.
Different cars, different quantities, naturally have different prices.
If you were to let him take charge of an armored battalion equipped with T-72s, the contract would start at least at 5 million.
"That's great. Their vehicle has additional armor. I'm not sure if the BMP-2's 30mm autocannon can penetrate it, but the PT-76M definitely can."
Cohen was now even more confident.
76mm can't penetrate a main battle tank, but it can easily penetrate a weasel like you.
Well, it seems Xia Yu has more than just weasels.
Unfortunately, Cohen didn't have a god's-eye view and overlooked this crucial intelligence, which could have been fatal.
He continued to describe his plan to the brigade commander, while Xia Yu returned to the camp.
There was no time to cook dinner, so the nine of them went directly to the officers' mess hall at the camp.
Soldiers can also eat, but they have to pay extra, so only officers and relatively wealthy mercenaries who are picky about food will come to dine there.
“Commander, there’s a Black man behind you who’s been staring at us several times.”
"Perhaps special forces soldiers would be more sensitive," Sergei said to Xia Yu without revealing his true feelings.
"Are they mercenaries?"
Xia Yu didn't turn around, but calmly asked.
"Yes, but he doesn't feel like a native Afica mercenary to me. He has the air of those Western Europeans."
Sergei and his team had been in service for less than a year, yet they had already exchanged and conducted exercises with special forces from various countries during their service. His judgment was by no means unfounded.
"Western Europe?"
Xia Yu put down her spoon, her expression somewhat amused.
Did he run into an old acquaintance?
He took out his walkie-talkie, switched to the channel to contact Anka, and told him about the situation.
"Mr. Huangyou, do as you say. I'll follow your instructions."
Little Anka never expected that these mercenaries would have spies infiltrated their ranks.
Although it's unlikely they were sent by Panaka, we still need to arrest them and find out the truth.
"Send someone over to maintain order, and I'll take him directly to my side."
Soon, Xiao Anka's battalion guard platoon arrived outside the tent, while Xia Yu and his group pretended to have finished eating and left the restaurant.
The target finished eating and followed the crowd outside, where he was apprehended.
In Afica, Xia Yu never gets close to anyone, because why bother using his fists when he can use a gun?
Even if he's at his worst, he can still command others, and besides, AIDS is quite prevalent here.
Boys need to learn to protect themselves; carrying an umbrella is more important than carrying a knife when going out.
Handcuff the target, then give him a gun butt under his ribs, and he'll instantly become obedient.
"This is troublesome, take him back."
Nodding to the guards, 02 and 03 stepped forward to take over the target, and the group returned to their base in the night.
"01, the target might be a spy from a rival company. You have one night to get him to talk."
The group helped Lao Hei into the tent, and Xia Yu, pulling Sergei behind, said something.
He's a kind-hearted person and can't stand seeing these things happen, so he left it to someone else.
"Yes, commander!"
Sergei readily agreed, as it was a perfect fit for his profession.
"Mongooses and honey badgers, you two go in and learn from them."
Xia Yu also ushered employees 001 and 002 into the tent.
Although he believed in Sergei and his men's character, he didn't trust this old black spy.
If something is said that could affect the cooperation, it won't be good for either party.
In addition, Xia Yu can also take this opportunity to maintain his tank.
After removing the overused cannon barrel, he thought for a moment and decided against a one-click upgrade. This was strong evidence of the company's early days and would eventually be displayed in the group's museum.
A few dozen or twenty kilograms of gun barrel steel is nothing; we can just print new ones directly using the system.
There are already some in the container, enough for our own use and also to supply Xiao Anka.
Xia Yu didn't ask him for more; one tube cost 80,000 yuan, plus an extra fire control maintenance service.
These remote-controlled turrets are quite troublesome to maintain, and Xiao Anka is worried that his men might not be able to put them back together after disassembling them. It would be best if they could solve the problem by spending money.
After Xia Yu finished servicing his car, he remembered Hans's excellent performance over the past two days and casually replenished his ammunition.
He works for one minute, while Hans starts for two hours.
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