Dragoon fighter

The mercenary leader Aibik persisted in the first day's defense at the mountain pass, and with the perfect cooperation of Lin Mo and Omar who went straight to Huanglong, they successfully took away the coalition's material reserves.

The ensuing battle will become more and more beneficial to the people in Gem Valley every hour it drags on.

The coalition forces are short of supplies, not only food, but also ammunition. Especially these undisciplined guys shoot in the air indiscriminately, which consumes an extremely huge amount of bullets. It is estimated that after the supply gathering place is blown up, they will find out tragically. He doesn't even have many bullets left in his body.

Even Abby is jealous of Mr. "Knight". Although he is not under his command, he is a free agent unless necessary.

However, judging from the battle process he participated in, his ability to grasp the timing of the battlefield is outstanding. Through the combination of inside and outside, he forced the opponent to run out of ammunition. It was simply killing two birds with one stone.

This repaired P-51 "Mustang" has stable performance and flexible operation. However, the biggest flaw is the ammunition supply. It cannot have enough firepower for ground attacks. It may be related to the fact that there are only one fighter jet and hundreds of enemy soldiers. If With two or three more, the situation is very likely to be different, and it is even possible to directly defeat the incoming enemy.

The Browning heavy machine guns on both sides of the wing have run out of ammunition. The heavy machine guns lacking ammunition have become decorations. They have no more meaning except balancing the wings.

If there were enough ammunition chains, Lin Mo believed that no matter how hard he plowed for a few turns, this group of militants would retreat without a fight.

There are still two 50-kilogram bombs left in the valley, which is only enough for the P-51 "Mustang" to go out and fight for another round. Without logistics, everything can only rely on local methods and patchwork by hand.

Maintaining the firepower of fighter jets is not an easy task after all.

The only thing that reassured Lin Mo was that there were plenty of millimeter-caliber bullets, and the ammunition for the pkm general-purpose machine guns loaded on both sides of the wings was safe.

As soon as the P-51 "Mustang" landed on the ground, Lin Mo asked others to refill the fuel, while he opened the wings again, set up the machine gun mechanisms in the wings, and loaded each with a 150-round ammunition belt. The modified launch control system is completely adjusted to skip Browning and directly control the pkm machine gun.

After taking to the sky again, Lin Mo had to control the intensity of the firepower and set the trigger to fire three times in a row.

Fortunately, the enemy had no armored vehicles and basically no anti-aircraft defense. Six bullets fired at a time were barely enough. The only thing I could say was to carry more mortar shells and throw them out from the cockpit to supplement the lack of firepower.

The panicked coalition militants withdrew from the battlefield outside the mountain pass. Finally, the young Patan soldiers did not lose their wits and chased the remaining bandits bravely and watched them leave.

The camp was attacked by bombs, strafing and bombs, especially the impact of three powerful bombs. When the militants who retreated in panic after hearing the changes in the rear returned to the camp, they saw devastation. , as if it had been hit by a US air raid.

"Uh! Where am I!," Lawrence groaned softly and slowly opened his eyes, only to see the top of the tent, which was a half-open alloy tent, and the air was still filled with the choking smell of gunpowder smoke. and a burning odor.

"Lao, Mr. Lawrence, it's great that you're awake. I'm Mohammed."

A face squeezed into Lawrence's sight, wearing a small navy blue square hat. Seeing Lawrence wake up, a look of extreme surprise appeared on his face.

"Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Lawrence, you finally woke up, that's great." "Thank God, if you don't wake up, we will be finished."

"Yes, we have lost a lot of supplies. What should we do next?" "My men don't have many bullets anymore. The injured soldiers still need to be bandaged and need medicine."

"We only have enough food for three days. Mr. Lawrence, please give us some advice." After Muhammad, who was wearing a small navy blue square hat, shouted, the bosses, big and small, crowded over and put their hands on each other. The open tent was packed to the brim.

There were a bunch of dark heads in front of him. Lawrence, who had just woken up, felt dizzy again, his headache suddenly worsened, and he had a tendency to roll his eyes.

Muhammad, who was wearing a navy blue square hat, reacted quickly. Seeing that something was not going well, he quickly pushed and pushed away those annoying guys like flies.

"Spread out, spread out. Mr. Lawrence needs fresh air. You stupid pigs, Zad, Zad, come and help me set up a cordon. No one is allowed to come near. We will make a decision after Mr. Lawrence wakes up."

This local coward from the "Taliban" is very concerned about Lawrence. After all, other organizations are just passers-by, and this is the "Taliban"'s sphere of influence. If they can invade the valley, they are the only local cowards who can get the greatest benefits. , relatively speaking, the "Taliban" and the backstage interests represented by Lawrence are closer.

When seven or eight armed men heard Muhammad's shouts, they immediately rushed over with guns in hand, regardless of the situation. Drive away the leaders who have lost their opinions.

The leaders of these armed organizations, let them fight on a small scale, rob a road, and attack a village. If they form a coalition, it will definitely be displeasing to you and me. I think something is wrong with you. It is difficult to convince each other, so there is only one Only Lawrence, a big shot with a big background, could subdue them. The top organizations of these leaders even issued more words. Who dares not to listen to this guy, Mr. Lawrence, and directly recruits troops, and the leader is dragged out for target practice.

"Mr. Lawrence, don't worry. You should have a good rest first. The doctor said that you have a concussion and need to be quiet."

Muhammad pulled the blanket for Lawrence with concern and showed a reassuring expression.

"No, no, no, what did I hear just now? What happened to the ammunition and food."

Lawrence narrowed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and struggled to sit up. Mohammed supported him with all his heart.

There was confusion on Muhammad's face, and he gritted his teeth, thinking that Lawrence still needed to make a decision on this matter. He said: "This, this, more than half of our material reserves were blown up, not only food and Medicines are in short supply and can only last for four days at most. The soldiers used a lot of ammunition when they attacked the mountain pass. The soldiers in the camp also used a lot of ammunition when shooting in the air. Now our bullets are also very tight. The two prisoners who came were also rescued."

Lawrence's heart tightened, and it was as clear as a mirror that they had been tricked again. The other party was cunning and coordinated to the extreme. They sent people to sneak into the camp quietly and blew up the ammunition and food reserves. What was even more abominable was that, The opponent sent a plane to directly consume their ammunition, which made the insufficient remaining ammunition reserves even worse.

"Hey! Muhammad! Help me sit up." The current situation was precarious, and Lawrence was no longer in the mood to go down to recuperate. With the help of Muhammad, he reluctantly sat up.

Muhammad also took a roll of cushions and put it on Lawrence's back and said, "Mr. Lawrence, why don't you sit down for a while and I'll get you some food."

"No, no, I don't need it!" Lawrence waved his hands. Both his movements and his voice seemed weak and he was no longer as smart and capable as usual. He seemed to have been drained of energy and his voice was much hoarse. He shook his head, Then he said: "Muhammad, you are very good, sit next to me first, let me think about it, yes, let me think about it, our situation is not good now, we have to solve it, otherwise, you and I They all have to die here.”

He raised his eyes and looked at his armed helicopter not far away. Now it has completely lost its former majesty. The tail has been deformed. The main propeller has been smashed by something, and a blade is broken, as if it was pulled out. The clawed tiger is no different from a cat. There are no parts or mechanics here. This armed helicopter worth millions of dollars is almost completely useless.

"Yes!" Although Muhammad agreed, he did not move. Instead, he stood to one side like a servant waiting for his master's instructions.

He had to leave a way out for himself as soon as possible. As an "agent", Lawrence had no consciousness of being buried with these militants. Compared to these vulgar guys, his life was much more valuable.

After pondering for a while, Lawrence finally said: "Muhammad, find a place and call all the leaders over."

"Yes, yes!" Muhammad nodded immediately and made arrangements.

Most of the tents in the camp were damaged to varying degrees. All the large tents that could accommodate more than a dozen people were completely lost. An area could only be surrounded with cloth and large carpets were spread on the ground. Muhammad put all the The leaders called together.

Lawrence had been waiting for a while, and the bitter Afghan specialty strong tea made him feel refreshed.

I saw those leaders who, although they had been dispersed, still kept paying attention to their place, poured into this temporary venue at the same time.

Lawrence took out his MK-23 pistol and pointed it at the sky, bang! ~Just a direct shot.

This shot directly interrupted the anxious leaders who were about to rush over and talk, and also caused a lot of commotion in the camp.

Muhammad and his men shouted loudly and explained a few words to calm down the riots of these leaders. At this time, the camp no longer thought that they could easily enter the valley, and then drank heavily. , the dream of eating meat, any slight movement will cause unpredictable changes.

There are also some quick-thinking people among the soldiers under these leaders. They made a rough estimate of the remaining supplies in the camp and even made a vague guess.

Things are not going well! Very bad! Very bad!

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