Battlefield Contract Worker

Lok Fu is not actually called Lok Fu. His real name is Peng Lefeng, and he is also one of the same batch of elite mercenaries trained by Lin Rui back then. It's just that Lincoln, a foreigner, is often inaccurate, and Lefeng is often called "Love". It's the same reason that Lin Rui is often called Rick. The Yankees brought in their English habits as they talked.

Peng Lefeng nodded and removed the missile from the truck. This is a vehicle-mounted TOW missile.

The TOW missile is a weapon that can shoot through the armored hull of a tank. It consists of two sections and weighs about forty pounds, with stabilizer wings in the middle and tail, and a copper wire as thin as a hair is dragged on the projectile. This copper wire controls the missile's flight path, allowing it to precisely follow a laser-targeted trajectory.

Its round warhead is filled with shaped explosives, and upon impact, the warhead will first release a stream of molten copper ions that burn through the target's outer shell, allowing the missile to enter the target and completely penetrate inside it. The explosion releases full energy. The power of the explosion is enough to blow people nearby to pieces, and it will also spray countless sharp metal fragments in all directions. Although it is not an advanced thing, it is already a big killer here.

After a flash of light, there was a violent explosion. The armed vehicle of the Secret Society that was ramming their defense line was destroyed, and the surrounding people were completely toppled to the ground by the blast. Thick smoke immediately filled the entire area.

The Secret Society armed forces that survived the first wave of explosions had not had time to organize a counterattack. At this point, the second missile exploded, and the other Group B members were firing rockets at them, and the smell of smoke, gunpowder, blood, and charred limbs filled the air. The buildings on the roadside were immediately blown to pieces and collapsed, blocking the road.

"Nice job, Team B." Lin Rui shouted on the radio, "Come on, we're running out of time, get all the wounded in the car. The others try to split all the cars. We lost three cars. , but barely able to run in a crowd. Make sure you don't leave anyone behind."

The attack momentum of the secret society was curbed. From dawn to early morning, Lin Rui and others experienced the most tragic battle in this trip to Anmore. There were a lot of casualties in both Group A and Group B. But they still broke through in the end. When the secret society reinforcements arrived, they had already evacuated cleanly, not even leaving a corpse of a companion.

Maklovsky threw the command chair on the spot and roared, "Can this be escaped by them?"

"The battle is fierce. According to reports from the front, their firepower is very strong, and they used the cover of the ruins... If the reinforcements can be faster, we still have a chance." Conan shook his head and said. "Anyway, we've got the situation under control and made them understand that there is a price to pay for attacking checkpoints like this."

"The cost? We lost three checkpoints, the door to the oil extraction area was wide open. Now those international oil companies, one by one, are watching our jokes. Without control of the road, there is no way to threaten their existence. There are In order to transport supplies, they can still freely extract a large amount of crude oil through those oil production bases. This is not what we want at all. What we want is to drive him out of northern Anmore and then take control of these oil producing areas. Instead of letting these fat-hearted oil tycoons continue to do whatever they want under the protection of mercenaries." Maklovsky shouted sharply.

"So what can you do now? Continue to send people to set up new checkpoints? But their attacks every three days will make our morale low, and no one even wants to go to the checkpoints. That's how the Iraqi guerrillas dealt with the US troops stationed in Iraq. The endless harassment, attacks and roadside bombs will make you collapse." Conan shook his head.

"But this is the only way to force those international oil companies to compromise with us, apart from attacking them directly." Maklovsky shook his head.

"Maybe, but it's still not the best solution for the other party." Conan turned his head and said, "I received a call from the baron just now. The other party not only used the routine of attacking the checkpoint, the Black Island Company used us Several neighboring countries with influence in the AU have already requested the Security Council to send peacekeeping troops there. In their words, the conflict has escalated seriously, bringing about great panic and humanitarian disaster."

"The deployment of the peacekeeping force is not so fast. It has to be a process, and Anmore currently belongs to the Oromi Federation. The peacekeeping force must be approved by the federation. So we have the ability to deal with those oil companies before the peacekeeping force is stationed. "Maklovsky waved his hand.

"That's true, but it also reminds us that we can't make things too much, otherwise it will be difficult to end. After all, those oil companies are behind some big countries, such as Exxon Mobil Oil, PetroChina, and British Petroleum. You should know how much energy is behind them." Conan frowned.

"Of course I know this, and the other party knows it too, so their main purpose..." Maklovsky was slightly startled, "Damn it, I should have thought about it." He turned to look at the map and said, "We've been fooled. ."

"What's going on?" Conan frowned.

"Peacekeeping troops can't quench their thirst from afar~www.readwn.com~ They want to expand the situation in the hope that international humanitarian organizations will intervene and provide Anmore with medical medicine and food. Because the vehicles of international humanitarian relief organizations must be kept clear, they are all Civilians, volunteers, we cannot attack them either.

If we do, we will be the target of all the criticism. And by letting them go, we can't block the roads leading to the oil-producing regions. Damn, this is their backhand! "Maklovsky paced up and down the trail.

"So that's the case, so what should we do?" Conan asked hesitantly.

"I have to see the Baron, some of our strategies must be adjusted in time. The blockade of the oil-producing areas must be temporarily stopped, and we have to find other ways to deal with these oil companies." Maklovsky said solemnly.

"Other ways? We've already paid a lot for this." Conan shook his head and said, "Even the two warlords who secretly supported Anmore went to war with each other. Now you tell me to think of other ways? Do you think the baron can agree What is your opinion?"

"He will agree," Maklovsky said slowly, "because he sees farther than you."

Conan was at a loss for words.