Insufficient balance
The destroying angel spread his wings on the whirlwind, and breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; the eyes of the sleeper were opened wide with a cold, dull light, but their heart was beating fast, even if slowly and quietly. — George Gordon Byron "The Destruction of Sennacherib"
Look at the momentum of those government troops and their antique weapons, Guī Lóng assembled a large number of AK-74s and RPG-16 high-explosive shells in the first time to replace those fire sticks.
Of course, this is going to cost money again, and the price has also gone up a bit.
The disarmed weapons were carefully collected by the ghost dragon, half-tracked armored personnel carrier! There are not many intact ones in the world, and this time they were actually picked up from the garbage and became their own private collection, cool!
All the government troops surrounded the warehouse, digging trenches and three tank bunkers with traffic trenches, setting up a large number of heavy machine gun positions and lateral firing points, ring-shaped defensive fortifications. The black brothers of the government army were kicked into the trenches one by one, and Gui Long finally let out a sigh of relief. This country is too damn annoying, what era is it now? When the gunfire sounds, everyone rushes forward together, waiting for several people to die before running back in a swarm, how is this different from the medieval way of fighting?
Watching these black brothers one by one holding the newly acquired AK-74, excitedly firing into the air, Guī Lóng couldn't help but laugh and cry. Thirty rounds of ammunition probably wouldn't be enough for them to indulge in, switching to a belt of ammo would be just right!
A machine gunner held the coaxial machine gun on the tank and fired at a large wooden stake one hundred meters in front, with more than fifty rounds still hitting the ground and kicking up white dust. The next hundred or so rounds all went into the sky until the chain of bullets was exhausted, and those black guys were still holding onto the trigger, shouting loudly until they were kicked off the tank by the big boss.
Several departments were thrown into the lateral strike, reverse fire point to control the situation, so that those black brothers would not be excited and hadn't waited for people to enter the shooting range before firing wildly. Kui Long established a small mortar position in a small depression in the middle of the main defensive fortifications, two former Soviet-made 60 mortars were steadily protected in an annular fortification, personally operated by SB.
The traditional earthwork skills of the Chinese army amazed everyone, with just a few wooden boards and branches, a single soldier's fortification with camouflage top can be built in a very short time, with good visibility and strong concealment, if not using thermal imaging system, it is impossible to detect.
The Czar, acting as the forward sentry, and two other mercenaries hid themselves deep in a sand pit, spaced thirty-five meters apart in an inverted triangular position that allowed them to survey their surroundings. This was an ambush tactic invented by Chinese aid troops in Vietnam's jungles at the time, where even in dense jungle, three simultaneous shooters could wipe out a special forces squad on patrol. What more in the open desert? Once someone stepped into the center of the ambush circle, there would only be one outcome - death.
Before the rebels arrived, Guī Lóng had already sent out a reconnaissance team. Led by Huǒfēng and accompanied by several black brothers familiar with the terrain, they headed towards the nearest water source to the government military's guarded warehouse.
In the desert warfare, some rebels who still rely on nomadic ethnic warfare methods absolutely find a water source near the target of attack, then set up camp and continuously harass until they exhaust their opponents, and then eliminate them in one fell swoop!
The hurricane that went to scout out the water source came back with its tail between its legs after just a few hours, and the three black guys behind it were also covered in colors, their mouths making "ah" and "oh" noises more lively than an opera, the hurricane threw down the MINIMI machine gun in its hand, picked up a jug of water from the table and poured it into its mouth!
The ghost dragon didn't ask the whirlwind right away, but instead carefully bandaged the wounds of several black brothers himself, and also took the opportunity to get rid of SB's treasured vodka as a favor.
The several black brothers were moved to tears, never had a commander been so good to them before. The government soldiers around them immediately looked at them with different eyes, and even politely handed Ghost Dragon a cup of water.
The hurricane was holding a water bottle, savoring the taste. How could African water have such a flavor? It's like the mouthwash of someone who hasn't brushed their teeth for days. When he saw the ghost dragon approaching, the hurricane quickly reported the situation to him.
Kui Long's judgment was correct, in a small oasis about twenty kilometers away from the warehouse, there were more than two hundred government troops hiding inside to rest. Most of the rebels were composed of local people, but there were also several Japanese people who were filling numbers, it seemed that the rebels indeed had connections with the Japanese.
The hurricane had finished scouting and was about to retreat, but the two black brothers saw that most of the rebels were sleeping, and their own guns were newly replaced, so they got excited and opened fire on the rebels. As a result, this shot woke up the rebels, and the outcome of six against two hundred was that six people returned with four wounded, except for the hurricane who was injured!
Just as he finished speaking, the government army commander also walked in from outside and asked with his mouth open: "Who poured out my denture cleaning solution?"
The hurricane looked at the cup in its hand and turned around to spit...
