Battlefield Contract Worker

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When the armed forces of the secret society were encircling them on a large scale, the chariot field on one side suddenly billowed with smoke and dust. The two old T72 tanks in Lewen's novel were covered with dust and dust, and they rushed out like giant beasts. Under the horror of the militants of the secret society, the two tanks had already rammed over.

"Damn it, Scar, didn't you say you can drive a tank?" Sergey almost fainted in the tank and couldn't help complaining.

"I've never driven this model, but it should be about the same." Scarface hurriedly pulled the lever. "The tank doesn't have a steering wheel. Instead, it has two joysticks, and two joysticks are used to control the two tracks. The rest is no different from a car, and there are also things like accelerators, brakes, and gearboxes. You can drive if you can. Open the tank."

"I hate you, bastard." Sergey was beaten to the point that his bones were about to fall apart. Finally, he gritted his teeth and climbed into the machine gun firing position. He swept his head from the top of the tank with a 7.62mm Пkt side-by-side machine gun. Those chasing troops had suffered a lot from him. Tanks rammed, machine guns swept away. The worst thing is, the patrol members who rushed to the secret society in Dadu. Although they all carried assault rifles, none of them carried a bazooka.

Because this thing is relatively bulky, and secondly, as a patrolman, it is a guard duty, and no one carries a bazooka all day long for anti-armor. This time, it was a big loss, and the tank rampage was unstoppable. The machine gunners on the tanks kept firing like crazy. And I don't know if the tank driver was unfamiliar with the operation, or if it was deliberate, they even fired tank smoke bombs. There was smog everywhere, and the Militants of the Secret Society finally failed to block the two **** tanks.

After Conan rushed to the scene, he looked at most of the self-propelled guns that were blown up, his face was ashen, "Report the loss."

"Seven of the 2s19 cannons were badly destroyed, and the gang was a real connoisseur, and all that was destroyed was the gun's bore and breech. If it was just the tracks or anything else that was a minor problem. But they used metal The deformation bomb caused a similar effect to the blast, so most of the gun bodies were severely damaged and basically useless. There are only three 2s19 cannons left, but there is no problem with the rocket launchers." A small leader of the secret society whispered Said, "In addition, when they escaped, they also grabbed two t72 tanks."

"How many are there?" Conan took a deep breath.

"I don't know, there shouldn't be a lot of people. It is estimated that there are about seven or eight people in the two tanks." The armed leader of the secret society replied.

"None of them were killed?" Conan asked.

"Sir, they came in pretending to be a convoy, and we were not prepared at all," the militants explained.

Conan shoved him away suddenly, "You will explain this to the baron. Now gather your people immediately and catch up to kill those bastards."

"I've already sent someone to chase." The secret society militants whispered.

"You go to me in person!" Conan broke out, and it became a big deal tonight. Originally, these artillery pieces were the winning weapons in their hands, but now most of them have been destroyed. If the Red Baron found out, he would never be happy, so many people had to suffer. He could even imagine the sharp eyes of the Red Baron.

Lin Rui and others drove the tank out of the siege, but Lin Rui informed Scarface to drive the tank to the river together.

"Boss, are you really going to sink this thing? I finally grabbed it." Scarface said hesitantly.

"This thing can only be used to break through. If you want to escape, the target is too big. We can't leave the enemy behind, so sinking them is the best choice." Lin Rui waved his hand, "Besides, this old-fashioned tank is not very useful. , we were lucky this time, in fact, if they had a bazooka, we would all be dead now. Let's go, we sank them and walked on foot."

Lin Rui and others drove two tanks into the river. Then turning to return to the jungle, they must avoid the road and return to Arkann. But now the secret society is definitely going after them with all their strength, and the Anmor people's response will not be so timely. They must walk to the agreed pick-up location.

The Red Baron rushed to the scene, but he did not get out of the car, leaning against the window, looking at the mess that appeared outside. The site where the artillery was originally parked is littered with wreckage and debris. Most of the dead soldiers' bodies have been brought back.

The attackers, posing as transport personnel, easily evaded several layers of defense, as effortlessly as a scorching knife cut a piece of butter at once, and thirteen armed members of the secret society died there.

The mercenaries won the battle. The Red Baron sneered, looking at the casualty and destruction data, and flipping through the pages in his hands, his brows couldn't help but knit together.

The Society lost most of its self-propelled guns, and the three surviving guns were greatly reduced in power. Much of the original Oromi coalition's equipment was too old and required months-long repairs. The Red Baron had hoped that these artillery pieces would be effective, but he did not expect so many losses before the battle, and thirteen people were killed and more than twenty wounded.

"Sorry, Baron," Conan said bitterly.

"Don't be sorry, sorry doesn't help. It proves you're a mediocrity, and maybe that's what makes this fight worthwhile. Maybe you're not convinced, maybe you think it's just a slight tilt of the scales in their favor. At least they should have been slaughtered. One thing I heard you say: a lot of victory depends on strategy~www.readwn.com~ but also depends on luck." The red baron said slowly, "But people who are superstitious about luck will never fight well."

"Baron, I... let you down. Please give me another chance." Conan bowed his head.

"Starting from tomorrow, you will report to the third team of the Crimson Tide. The third team of Kudo Masaoka needs to be replenished. Congratulations, your performance has made you the deputy captain of the third team." The red baron said coldly, "Because I think, since you can't command Ruo Ding, you should be able to charge into the battle."

"Thank you Baron." Conan nodded in shame.

"Two days later, our army will launch a full-scale offensive, and you will have many opportunities to perform." The red baron looked at the sky outside the car window and said, "I hope you don't screw it up again this time. If you screw it up again, you will lose it. But it's your life."

"I will definitely live up to the baron's expectations." Conan gritted his teeth and said, "Those **** mercenaries, I will definitely cut them off."

"I don't care about those mercenaries. I only care about when to take Al Kahn and then march into Anmore City. That's what I want you to do." The Red Baron looked at him and said.