Battlefield Contractor

In the early morning of the 4th, a series of shelling started the battle of Palimo. The headquarters of the Palemoxi Sahara Liberation League became an internal disorder, and the shelling took place in their area.

The dust constantly falling on the roof undoubtedly aggravated their panic. Liberation League commander Aziz asked his men calmly, "What the **** is going on? Where did the attack come from? Is it the resistance in the city or the **** Moroccans?"

"The shelling obviously came from outside the city, and from the perspective. It shouldn't be the Moroccan army either." A militant reported to him.

"Who the **** is it?" Aziz frowned. "Could it be that the counter-terrorism forces acted early? Why didn't they notify us? Damn! I didn't say that we have to wait at least another week before we start to evacuate them. Launch an offense?"

"It should not be the Orumi Federal Forces of the anti-terrorist force. The direction and steps of the offensive are completely different from what we agreed before. Some people say that it may be...maybe..." the militant said hesitantly.

"What could it be?!" Aziz furiously said.

"Some people say that it may be the surrounding local militia forces. They have been active during the recent period. However, the signs do not seem to be the same. Those militiamen do not have so many weapons.

Someone just reported that the people who attacked us used 120 mortars. There is no such equipment, unless it is a regular Moroccan army. But the direction is wrong, and the attack pattern is wrong.

The Moroccan regular army usually uses air force fixed-point bombing, and then the coordinated ground forces launch attacks. This sporadic shelling is more like a militia organization. "The militant replied quickly.

"Go and check, you must find out who is shelling us. Their mortars are so accurate. Someone must have checked the location beforehand. There must be their spies in the city. No matter who the spies is, make sure they are suspicious. All of the people were arrested and killed a group. We must resolutely suppress them." Aziz slapped the table and shouted.

At this moment, another militant ran in from outside. "General, the northwest of the city was raided, and the outer defense was destroyed by enemy artillery. A large number of enemy troops came here. Our brothers are using the barricades in the suburbs to fight the enemy."

"Northwestern outskirts of the city?" Aziz was stunned and furious randomly. "There are no Moroccan troops there. It seems they are really local militia troops. They are also attacking us? How many people are there?! "

"I don't know the number, but I feel that the opponent has a lot of numbers. In just ten minutes, all the outskirts of the suburbs have been lost. According to the report of the returning brothers, the opponent has a lot of troops. It is several times that of our defenders in the suburbs. "The militant replied.

"Damn it. Can't they wait for two more days? Just wait a few more days and we will withdraw from Palimo and go to Agrasha. Then the anti-terrorist forces will be able to clean up the mess.

These **** armed militiamen actually came to take advantage of the fire at this time, what does it mean? Do they know that all our troops are deployed on the northeast side? So concentrate on attacking the northwestern suburbs of the city? "Aziz frowned.

"That's not right. If this is the case, if they attacked from the northwest, wouldn't they want to attack us head-on? There are only a few militiamen in these places? I believe they rushed into the city to rob.

If you really come in and face us face to face, I don't believe this. Those armed militias are limited in number and poorly equipped. There is no training to speak of, and if a few people are killed a little, they will be scattered. Who gave them so much courage? "A militant leader walked in from the outside, looking ashamed, he should have exchanged fire with the enemy.

"How is it? You exchanged fire with the enemy?" Aziz stepped up and asked immediately.

"Yes, they have broken through the outer barricades. The defense in the northwest area was not strong. They were large in number, and there were armored vehicles. Our people couldn't stand it, and they have already withdrawn. If it doesn't work, we can only use this side. The army is now. I have never seen these militias be able to fight like this before." The militant leader was a little frustrated.

"What? They still have armored vehicles?" Archiz was stunned.

"But there are armored vehicles, and they also have anti-tank missiles. They used that thing to destroy one of our trucks. I bet it was either a rocket launcher or an anti-tank missile. It was a dragon anti-tank missile." The militant leader shook. Started.

Aziz grabbed him and asked sternly, "Did you see clearly? Are you sure that the opponent is using a Dragon anti-tank missile?"

"Definitely. The average rocket launcher is launched on the shoulder, although it is also used with a tripod. But it is rare to see anyone launching on a monopod. We have fought with the Americans before, and only the Yankee Dragon anti-tank Missiles will be launched with a monopod.” The militant leader replied, “And when this thing is launched, the sound it makes is also very unique.

When they attacked, the sky was not completely bright. When the almost black missile was shot into the range, the flame from the rocket engine would form a string of fast-moving bright spots. I have seen this situation, that is Dragon anti-tank missile. "

"Then these guys are definitely not militiamen. The local militiamen cannot have this kind of weapon. But they can't be the Moroccan regular army. Damn, who are they helping?" When Aziz was distressed, the command line called again. It rang.

"Reporter, the enemy army has broken through our defense line. They have too many people. And there are armored vehicles clearing the way." The report on the phone was intermittent, filled with a lot of gunfire and explosions.

"What do you do now?" The militant leader looked at Aziz.

"What else can I do? First move the troops up to block the opponent, I'll see who they are. You are familiar with the situation, go ahead with me. If it is a regular Moroccan army, the situation is troublesome." Aziz lowered his voice.

"Impossible, our intelligence said that the Moroccan troops were not mobilized at all. They are still guarding the original defense zone." The militant shook his head.

"In any case, we have to block these invaders, transfer the troops to prevent them from continuing. In addition, we have to figure out where these people come from, and what is their purpose?

According to our orders, we only need to stay here for a few more days before we can evacuate smoothly and give this place to the anti-terrorist forces. I don't want more accidents before this, nor do I want to do it above. "Akizi gritted his teeth, "Follow me!" "