The roaring machine guns were condescending, shooting wildly at the unsuspecting convoy below. The truck at the front was the first to be taken care of. Several machine guns directly blew up the engine, and the truck instantly lay on the spot.
Naturally, the driver in the cab also received special attention, but he reacted quickly enough. When the gunshots were fired, he lay down in the cab and hid behind the bulletproof steel plate, and then opened the door between the car and the cab. There was a hole for the driver to get in.
The other trucks were similar. When the gunshots were fired, these guys who had been prepared for a long time either got into the safe compartments at the back, or got out and jumped into the grass on the right side of the road, and then retreated along the roadbed towards the edge of the battlefield.
Their mission is not to stay here and fight, so whether they run or stay, it is their own choice. The PMCs even trained the drivers before to ensure that these guys can escape to a safe place as soon as possible after leaving the battlefield.
Even the escort jeep of Shadow Company was the same. Because the truck attracted firepower, the jeep did not attract Uncle Black's attention at all. Both the riflemen and machine gunners were firing at the truck desperately.
But what's more embarrassing is that, perhaps because of lack of maintenance, or simply no maintenance at all, the M2 heavy machine gun in Osaba's hand jammed after firing less than thirty rounds, and when he was disabled After using Lao Niu's nose to troubleshoot and prepare to continue firing, the machine gun jammed after two more shots, but this time he didn't have the patience.
"Step aside!"
Seeing a guy on his right having fun in front of a water-cooled M1917 machine gun, Osaba kicked him over again, and then half-crouched behind the machine gun, laughing and hugging the fire.
Then, the machine gun ran out of ammunition!
This is not really because the Belgians are stingy. The things they gave to the black uncles were all from their own warehouses. The main reason was that after the black uncles got the machine guns, they would use them to shoot unlucky animals in the jungle when they had nothing to do. The bullets were squandered, and Austria Saba was too embarrassed to talk to the Belgians, so less than a minute after the ambush started, two of the heavy machine guns that posed the greatest threat to Shadow Company were scrapped due to various problems.
As for the remaining two British Vickers machine guns, although they have enough bullets and are well maintained, the shooter's position is very bad. In order to ensure the shooting range, the shooter sat directly on the slope and was covered by a camouflage net before the ambush. Fortunately, after launching the ambush, the camouflage net was removed, leaving the machine gunner with his upper body exposed, just like lighting a lantern in the toilet and looking for shit.
The precision shooter in the armored compartment of the first truck just carefully glanced through the shooting hole and saw the two people sitting side by side. He watched the two huge heads keep shooting at a distance of less than 200 meters. Flashing, he felt itchy and immediately raised the M14 in his hand, and then fired twice.
The two machine gunners sitting side by side tilted their heads and fell to the ground. The deputy shooter on the side was immediately frightened and wanted to retreat behind the slope, but Osaba drove him over with a gun.
The two of them could only take over the shooter's position tremblingly. For fear of being beaten, the two of them did not dare to show their heads, so they could only huddle behind the machine guns and beat them randomly.
But it was still of no use. The two men hid behind the machine guns, and the precise shooter fired two more shots, killing one and wounding another.
Looking at his men who were covering their shoulders and screaming, Osaba was also confused. Several trucks were hit so hard that they couldn't move. Where did the bullets come from?
"There may be some fish that slipped through the net!"
"Indeed, Saler, Bao Ka, come on!"
Osaba waved his hand to his men who were ambushing not far away, and then dozens of black uncles divided into two teams and emerged from the grass, then carefully formed a fan formation and leaned towards the convoy.
"Aren't these cars covered too tightly?"
A black uncle walking at the front held up his falcon with a suspicious look on his face. The double-layer tarpaulin covering the carriage had been riddled with bullets, but he still couldn't see clearly what was inside, but he could I have no other thoughts, I am just curious about what these white people are sending, and they need to be protected so tightly.
These dozens of black uncles carefully climbed up the roadbed, then stopped, and then divided some people to check the truck, while the others stayed in place to guard.
When the leading troops were about to approach the truck, intensive gunshots resounded throughout the grassland again.
Only this time it was not the black mercenaries who opened fire, but the heavily covered trucks.
These trucks have all been reinforced. Whether the mailbox or the truck body, they are protected by a full four centimeters of steel plates. This kind of protection may be ridiculously crude for tank infantry fighting vehicles, but for these trucks that specialize in carrying heavy cargo For heavy-duty trucks, it is already considered a luxury, because the weight of the steel plates is equivalent to the weight of the goods they are transporting, and is even heavier. This is also the reason why the fleet is not fast.
But the result of the strict protection was that during the several minutes of crazy shooting, the PMCs in the truck were unscathed except for their ears being a little deafened.
If the time were pushed back thirty years, Shepard would definitely not do this. After the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the military strength of African Black Uncles has risen several levels. The countless cheap RPGs are enough for them to drink. Damn it, but now, with Uncle Black's firepower configuration, Shepard still dares to touch it!
After confirming that the enemy was approaching within 20 meters, the PMCs in the carriage immediately assigned targets to each truck through radio contact, and then launched a stormy counterattack.
There was just a whistle, and then the tarpaulin wrapping the truck began to fall off as the cables disintegrated. Then, the carriage wrapped in thick steel plates appeared in front of the black uncles. These steel plates looked so crude and even crudely welded. The traces, even the shooting holes are not very regular, but it is enough!
Within a distance of less than thirty meters, the M16 rifle does not need to consider any factors at all. The most important thing is to pull the trigger to the end, and then the fully automatic firing receiver will take care of everything else.
In an instant, more than twenty black uncles were killed on the spot, and the remaining ones were also either dead or injured. Some were even hit twenty times in a few seconds, and they could still see themselves when they died. The intestines flowed out from the smashed stomach.
After quickly emptying the magazine, nothing dared to move on the road. The black uncles who were lucky enough to survive under the road began to retreat in a panic. They tried to use the cover of grass to retreat to their own positions, but the PMCs Also prepared for this.
"Grenadier, fire!"
