"Try two more shots, hurry up."
The shot that had just been shot was still flying in the sky, and Long Zhan hurriedly issued another order to Thorne.
Whether the "Italian cannon" was shot or not? Because Long Zhan could not directly observe, there was no way to get specific results.
The only thing you can do is to hit a few more shots to ensure that the damage of the explosion is enough.
Thorne, who received the order, immediately organized the operation and in less than 10 seconds, he fired two more mortar shells.
After the contractor launched three consecutive mortar shells, the mercenaries continued to attack "Botan and Tan" together.
A mercenary ran to the palm forest in a hurry and came to the white bald man who was in charge of commanding the battle. He reported with sweat and panting: "Old...boss, our cannons...are gone."
"What?"
The bald white man's face changed drastically. He grabbed the collar of the mercenary and asked, "What did you say? Explain the situation clearly to me."
"Our mortar is gone and it was blown up by the cannons on the other side." The mercenary replied nervously.
"This is impossible, how could they hit it? Our gun is at the rear of 1,500 meters, how did they accurately locate it?" The bald white man was particularly shocked.
"I, I don't know."
The mercenary reported was also incomprehensible because he was afraid that the boss would send his anger to him, and he was anxious and afraid that the sweat on his face would be even greater.
"tmd, are these guys so weird?"
The bald white man pushed the mercenary away and kicked the palm tree next to him with a irritable kick.
Looking up at the heavy machine guns roaring in the distance, the mercenaries who were constantly being harvested and knocked down to the ground, and the offensive formations that were crushed to the point of being unable to move forward.
No matter how unwilling the bald white man was, he had to make a decision immediately.
"Retreat, stop attacking, retreat immediately."
The bald white man finished giving the order loudly, and finally glanced at the Gagda base with anger, turned around and walked back into the palm forest in anger.
As the bald white man's instructions were conveyed, the attacking mercenaries quickly retreated like a tide.
Compared with the attack, it is like a turtle crawling, and the retreat speed is as strong as a cunning rabbit. The speed comparison between the two is at least 10 times different.
The attacking mercenaries retreated for the third time, and the fierce firefighting stopped.
The contractor who was immersed in high pressure and struggled to defend was finally able to put the gun down and breathe a breath, take a sip of water to relieve his hands that were sore when the gun was shot.
"The enemy may launch an attack at any time, seize the time to repair fortifications and adjust weapons and equipment."
"Send all the remaining ammunition on it, and the enemy's next attack will become more and more fierce. We must try our best to defend it."
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As Long Zhan’s right-hand assistant, Cook and Poppy immediately became busy during the battle, saving Long Zhan a lot of energy.
The contractor team members who wanted to rest had to regain their energy and follow the instructions to complete various tasks.
"It's successful, the enemy has retreated again. It must be that the first cannon has been knocked out by you. Guys, it's a pretty job."
Looking at the mercenaries retreating and returning to the peaceful battlefield, Long Zhan did not hesitate to praise his words of praise and comfortably praised Thorne and his party.
Then he told Thorne and the other two to try their best to protect themselves and protect the only Italian cannon on hand.
Long Zhan left the backyard of the main building and returned to the main battlefield ahead.
Check the casualties in four directions, bullet consumption, weapon damage, etc., and then make further adjustments according to the situation.
Ensure that the defense forces in four directions are equal, so that one direction will not become the enemy's breakthrough.
With the intense preparations of the Gagdachi base, the mercenaries did not continue to launch any attacks, and time came unknowingly noon.
Long Zhan observed the surroundings through the telescope and found that the mercenaries who were not attacking were still wandering around and not leaving.
But the distance is farther.
From the beginning, there were less than 300 meters apart from each other, but now they have retreated to five or six hundred, and they are still surrounded by a surround.
Long Zhan could easily guess their intentions by mercenaries who surrounded them without fighting or leaving.
"The plan to fire a heavy machine gun in a mortar failed, and our own mortar was blown up by us. These bastards must be thinking of other ways, more practical and effective ways to knock out my four heavy machine guns. They will definitely not launch any attacks until they find a solution."
Long Zhan wanted to die the mercenary and secretly guessed what method the mercenary would use to try to knock out the four heavy machine guns at the base.
"Are you planning to get a gun with a longer range and take advantage of the range to take the second wave?"
"Or come up with a rear-end assist cannon and shoot the heavy machine gun head-on? If this is the case, it's quite troublesome."
"It's OK to get a main battle tank. We really can't defend against it, but the probability is still very low."
"Or... use an airplane to fight? This probability should not be high. How can a mercenary have an airplane? Whether it is an armed helicopter or a bomber, it is unrealistic."
...
Long Zhan had conceived many methods, except for getting recoil cannons and rocket launchers, and the other methods were not very likely.
Because these aircraft, tanks, cannons, etc. must be owned by regular troops.
There is absolutely no mercenary!
In the three consecutive attacks on the Gagda base, all of them appeared. Except for the local black Africans, there were obviously white people, yellow and brown-skinned people.
The National Defense Forces under Montero did not even see a shadow.
Long Zhan, who has been familiar with political characteristics in the battlefield for a long time, can be guessed through this abnormal phenomenon, and the reason for this situation is that.
Ninety percent of Montero is worried that the international public voice will become smelly, which will attract protests from various countries and organizations.
In this era of increasingly global villages, no matter which country any warlord force acquires state power in any way, no matter how many variables exist, one thing is that the result remains unchanged.
That is, we must gain international recognition and carry out normal political and trade exchanges with various countries so that the regime can be stabilized.
If you work alone behind closed doors, you can't play with it at all.
Otherwise, the domestic economy will not be effectively developed, foreign aid and cheap food products will not be able to enter the country, and the country will not be able to produce them, and the people will still live in dire straits.
Even if you hold your own legal passport, you will not be recognized by other countries and you will not even be able to take a step forward in your country.
In such a bad national environment, the new regime will definitely not be able to last for too long, and it will be overthrown by others soon.
Chapter completed!