Daily life of an American TV drama agent

When the mercenaries retreated like a tide, there was a burst of cheers in the factory. The people who were originally having a party, from Ron and others' confusion when they started to launch a counterattack, to the carnival after knowing the cause and effect after the end, almost all Not much left at the party campfire.

There is no other reason, because it all happened too fast.

From the first gunshot to the end of the battle, it took less than five minutes.

In just five minutes, they used fierce firepower to beat the arrogant mercenaries until they collapsed. The workers didn't even have time to react that they were being attacked. The battle was already won. So what else could they do? Keep playing? Together with the victory you just won, you can have a double party.

But this joy was limited to the workers in these factories. Not long after the mercenaries retreated, Ron called all the combatants together for a meeting.

"What's the matter? Ron, haven't we already won the battle?" In the conference room, Leng Feng was the first to speak as the link between Ron and the factory.

"That's right, you don't even call me when there is such an exciting thing. Are you afraid that my marksmanship is too good? I will steal your limelight? In fact, there is no need. It's just that my security captain said that he was trained under my wise leadership. The security team is enough to deal with those guys.”

Immediately afterwards, the rich second generation also started to make noises, leaving only the security captain, Mr. He and Bourne, who remained silent. Ron directly ignored the chattering rich second generation and stared at Lao He, who was the most important person here. Unlike Leng Feng, who had been a special forces soldier, Lao He had been a low-level officer and was the only person present who could discuss tactics with Ron.

"Your people just cleaned the battlefield, what do you think?"

"The situation is very bad." Different from what the rich second generation expected, Lao He had a solemn face, as if he was drowning: "Although the rifle they used is also an AK, it is the latest production batch, and the firearm is very well maintained. , plus the other equipment on his body, it doesn’t look like an ordinary warlord’s weapon.”

"So what? If we can repel them once, we can repel them a second time. If they dare to come again, I must let them see how powerful I am."

As soon as the second-generation rich man heard that the other party might attack again, he immediately became interested and picked up the sniper rifle next to him and said excitedly.

But Ron immediately poured a basin of cold water on his head: "What? Do you think that after they suffered a loss, they will continue to attack the factory as stupidly as before and ask you to use a sniper rifle to call them one by one? As long as the other party's The commander’s cerebellum is so developed that he would never have such thoughts.”

"How come they can still drive a tank?" the rich second generation said unconvinced. As soon as he finished speaking, he found that everyone's eyes were on him: "Why are you all looking at me?"

Lao He quickly lowered his head and said nothing. Leng Feng and Bourne looked at each other, and then looked at Ron together. Ron nodded solemnly: "This possibility cannot be ruled out, even this possibility is very high. We must prepare early, Lao He, have your security team received anti-tank training?"

"How is that possible?" Lao He laughed dumbly: "The purpose of establishing the security team is to prevent nearby tribes from coming to harass, and to guard against bandits. Besides, there are not many armies with tanks in Africa, so it is not right at all. They have training in this subject.”

"Okay, then you have something to do tonight." Ron took out a booklet from his pocket, folded one page, and threw the book to Lao He: "Your task tonight is to give this to you. security team."

Lao He took the book and looked at it, and almost laughed out loud. He saw a line of Chinese "Friends of Military-Civil Dual-Use Talents" written on the cover of the book.

"You Americans also see this? But what if you teach them? How much damage do you think these guys who are just improvising can do to the mercenary tanks?"

"If they are facing the armored forces of the regular army, then this is no different from letting them die." Lao He nodded in agreement with this statement, but unexpectedly Ron changed the subject and continued: "But, don't forget, This is Africa, and this kind of anti-tank tactics trained on a temporary basis is just right to deal with armored soldiers of the level of three-legged cats. I hope you will take command of tomorrow's anti-tank team."

Lao He was stunned for a moment, then nodded in realization.

If all the countries in the world were compared to war game players. If the room-matching battles are conducted according to the regions they belong to, then there will be a sharp contrast between the Asian region and the African region.

One is the famous monster room, which can easily conquer Tu'ao from any country. The other is the smelly chicken room. Yes, I'm talking about Africa.

How bad is the overall military level here? Let's put it this way, when engaging in infantry-tank coordination, as long as the tanks don't crush one's own soldiers, they are considered an elite unit. The Tanzania Army just learned a trick from the rabbit to alternate fire cover, and it was invincible all over Africa. But Just imagine, what are the others?

"Bourne, pick three more good marksmen from the security team to form two two-man sniper teams. The entire project will be your scope of activity. Remember, shoot at a different location and give priority to valuable targets. "

Bourne nodded and accepted the order. Among the three Jerrys in the Secret Service Academy, he has the best sniper level.

"What about me? What about me? Don't you have any important tasks for me?"

Seeing others receiving tasks one by one, the rich second generation quickly raised his hand and asked. He was eager to prove that he was not relying on his family, and he really wanted to participate in this war.

"How is it possible? Of course, you are the most important part of our plan."

Ron stood up and walked to the side of the rich second generation. As Ron approached, the rich second generation's face turned red with excitement. He had seen Ron's strength before. To be recognized by such a master was a sign of his value. Great recognition.

"You tell me! No matter how difficult the task is, I promise to complete it!" The rich second generation stood up and solemnly gave Ron a military salute and said.

"Ask the chef to make two more plates of dumplings with the same fillings as this afternoon. I'm hungry." Ron turned to look at the other two people: "What about you? What do you want to eat? Don't be polite to me. Eat only when you are full. Have the strength to work.”

The second-generation rich man almost fell over, but Ron ignored him. He patted the table and asked everyone for the last time: "Do you have any more questions?"

Lao He raised his hand: "I have a problem."

"you say."

"You asked me to train them in anti-tank tactics, that's no problem, but what weapons are you going to let us use to fight tanks? We can't still use the most primitive Motorov cocktail bar."

"Of course not." There was a roar of airplanes flying by outside the window. Ron lowered his head and looked at his watch with a smile on his face: "The time is just right. Let's go. Let's go get your equipment together. This time's equipment It will make you very familiar.”

As usual, the plane dropped a large container. This time the container seemed to be heavier than the last one. It landed quickly. When Lao He and Leng Feng opened the door of the container, they were stunned by the contents inside: "This is 40 fire ? This is a 107mm rocket launcher? Oh my God! This is the Bayi Bar?! Where did you get these things?!"

Lao He was holding a rifle that looked similar to an AK in the container and couldn't put it down with excitement. This gun was exactly the gun he used during his military service. He didn't expect to meet it again on this land after so many years. Very emotional.

"The arms dealer I contacted is a long-term partner of Norinco. Now you should be confident about the next battle, right?"

"Of course!"

Not to mention how Lao He trained those black young men in the security team, nor how Bourne took several snipers to study the factory floor plan and find the best movement path. Even Ron, who had always been lazy, did not do anything this night. Completely at leisure.

Together with the rich second generation, he directed the workers in the factory to place mines in containers in every corner of the factory.

Because the floor of the factory is mainly a clean cement floor, this work is far more complicated than imagined.

They need to first dig out the ground where the enemy may pass by, stuff the mines inside, and then sprinkle a layer of stone powder with the same color as the cement floor on top. Well, they look no different from the original ones. As time goes by The intense preparations are passing by little by little.

When they finally finished all this, it was already dawn.

"Breakfast is here~" The second-generation rich man came to the bunker where Ron was hiding and offered him a plate of dumplings. While Ron was eating, he curiously asked: "Hey, what do you mean by these employment opportunities?" From which direction will the soldiers attack?"

"Do you still need to ask? There are mountains in the east and rain forests in the west. There are so many of them. They must be mechanized, so they can only come through the highways from the north and south."

Ron replied without raising his head. This chef's skills are really good. After eating the same dumplings three times in a row, Ron wasn't tired of eating them yet. He was already thinking about whether to eat this dumpling after this battle. The chef turned back and cooked for himself.

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that?" The rich second generation suddenly realized with a slap on his forehead: "Then what tactics do you think they will use..."

Time continued to pass as the two chatted, and finally, just when Ron was about to reach the limit of his patience, there was a slight vibration on the ground, and Ron raised his head.

In the distance, a semi-mechanized force headed by five tanks was approaching them. At this time, Ron had just finished eating the last dumpling.

"xxx, xxx," Ron checked the grid on the map with his finger, took out the walkie-talkie, and blasted a series of coordinates to Bourne: "There is no test firing, first fire two rounds, then extend the strike and use the rocket as quickly as possible over!"

"Yes." Byrne's answer was as concise and powerful as ever.

Yesterday's container delivered three more 107mm rocket launchers, plus the one they originally installed on the off-road vehicle, a total of four launchers. At the same time, they raised the tube according to the coordinates indicated by Ron.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

The rockets were like wasps emerging from the nest, densely attacking the approaching troops.

"BOOM!" There was still a sound left in the explosion. Ron immediately picked up the telescope and observed. Except for two troop transport trucks being blown over, the mercenary troops there were hardly affected in any way. Especially Ron was most concerned about it. tank.

, Ron saw with clear eyes a rocket falling on the roof of the tank and detonating, causing the tank to shake violently, and then. The tank continued to move forward, seemingly unaffected.

I had only seen it in games before, but now I actually encountered it in reality. I found that the tank was so strong, and the rich second generation felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Ron glanced at him, his face pale with fright, and patted him on the back with relief: "Don't worry, the rockets were not originally prepared for these big guys, they are just for targeting the infantry. We have better ones." There are many things waiting for these big guys..."

Ron's expression suddenly changed in the middle of his words: "Quick! Let the anti-tank team behind the wall retreat!"

I saw the tank that was speeding outside the factory suddenly stopped and stopped in place, with the turret turning towards the factory wall.

"boom!"

The tank fired a salvo, directly destroying the outer wall of the factory, and also punched several big holes in the inner factory building. Fortunately, after hearing Ron's order, the anti-tank team retreated in time, except for one unlucky guy who was escaping. Apart from a sprained foot, there were no casualties.

"I have to say. The commander of this mercenary is not a pure idiot." Ron poked his head out from behind the bunker, looked outside and commented. As he spoke, the tank fired two more volleys. , destroying most of the wall on the north side of the factory.

After the tank fired, the trucks that were still behind the tank drove out one after another and rushed towards the factory. There were also several pickup trucks equipped with anti-aircraft gun turrets mixed in. After finding a favorable position, they stopped and turned around the turret. 20 Millimeter-caliber anti-aircraft guns began to pour fire on the factory side.

During this period, the troop transport truck also stopped under cover of fire. The soldiers on the truck swarmed behind the approaching tank, using the tank as a shield to advance towards the factory.

As Ron said, the commander of this mercenary really has two skills. This alternating cover and the coordination of infantry and tanks are enough for him to gain a foothold in Africa.

At this time, the situation at the factory is not optimistic. Just now, the 107mm rocket launcher has fired all the rockets under Ron's order. Now Ron only has machine guns, rifles and 40-mm firepower. These are all direct firepower. , there is no way to deal with the infantry hiding behind the tank.

The current location of the tanks happened to be outside the effective range of 40 rounds of fire. The five tanks stopped and walked, every step seemed to be testing, and they might stop at any time for another round of shelling.

Coupled with the suppression of anti-aircraft artillery vehicles, the situation instantly reversed and turned against Ron. The rich second generation was anxious: "Then what should we do now?"