"Take it, take it!"
When the high ground was captured, Francois' command suddenly became noisy, but the happiest person was not Francois, but the big sponsor behind Francois, the special commissioner from the United Mining Company. member.
The commissioner, who was 1.6 meters tall and weighed 280, came for BHP's mining area. As soon as he entered the door, he strongly asked Francois not to damage BHP's construction machinery, because those things had been used by United Mining. Booked.
Francois was very speechless about this, but after seeing that the other party was very polite and brought some food, drink, and some bullet supplies, Francois still agreed to the other party.
Then, this eloquent correspondent commented on the current war situation while eating dessert at the headquarters. This correspondent also served as a soldier during the war. According to him, he also fought hard with the Germans. A bloody battle, so he has a very deep understanding of this situation.
In his words, Shepard's Shadow Company turned into armed thugs who coveted other people's wealth. They were as vulnerable as chickens and dogs. Francois was so angry that he wanted to laugh because of the chickens and tiles in his mouth. The dogs killed more than eighty of his brothers in two days, and wounded more than a hundred. It can be said that he lost almost half of his men.
But he could not refute the other party, so he could only let him talk nonsense here. When the news of the occupation of the highlands came, the commissioner immediately gave Francois an extremely warm hug.
"I knew I was right about you!"
"We'll talk about these later. Now, I want to go see those guys' positions!"
Francois suppressed the displeasure in his heart and walked out of the headquarters, and then climbed to the high ground on the north side in his jeep.
At this moment, the fighting between the two sides has stopped again. Shadow Company is strengthening the defenses at the mine location and adjusting its deployment, while the mercenaries are also accumulating strength and preparing to continue advancing.
When Francois set foot on the high ground, the mercenaries were still struggling to drag the field artillery up the hillside. Because of the large number of trenches and staggered foxholes, the trucks could not drive up to the position.
And when he walked to the edge of the highland and looked at the mining area below, Francois felt even more dizzy. Less than two months after BHP had been mining, it was already operating in a decent manner, and several buildings had been erected. Together with those wooden buildings, there are more than a dozen buildings, plus various factories and smelting workshops. If you want to control them all, five hundred people may not be enough.
"There is no need to fight with them for these buildings. Let the artillery take action. It only takes a few shots and those buildings will be destroyed. Our goal is to capture the mine!"
"What about the southern highlands?"
"That side doesn't matter anymore, we have already occupied the north side, that's enough!"
It took the mercenaries a whole noon to drag the field artillery from the forest to the top of the mountain. Everyone was exhausted and panting, but fortunately, the kitchen delivered the only hot meal in the past two days, although it was only Bread and simple hot broth, but the portions were sufficient, plus the canned chickpeas brought by the mercenaries themselves, everyone had a good meal.
The PMCs of Shadow Company did not receive such good treatment. Everyone's lunch was canned bratwurst and compressed biscuits. In addition, the three of them were also given a bottle of Coke.
During the meal, the two sides did not forget to taunt each other from their respective defensive positions. The PMCs of Shadow Company even threw empty Coke cans around, which made the mercenaries on the hillside look at them. Angry.
"Where's the cannon? Where's the cannon?"
Soon everyone began to shout for the artillerymen to fire a few rounds to add to the fun. Francois was a little worried looking at the number of artillery shells that he could count on one finger. These dozens of rounds were his last inventory, and it was really hard to finish them. Gone!
However, his subordinates were too eager to look forward to it, so he could only nod.
"Work harder on the artillery!"
So the artillerymen who had not finished their meal could only start working hard again, leaving the pots and pans in their hands and started working.
Then, someone seemed to hear the faint sound of propellers in the air.
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"what sound?"
"Did you hear that?"
Some people stopped and held their breath. After a few seconds, their expressions suddenly changed.
"Helicopter!"
Immediately, the artillery position became chaotic. Some people were preparing to cover the artillery with camouflage nets, some were trying to find weapons warnings, and some were looking for cover.
Francois jumped into the foxhole under the cover of his men, and then shouted to everyone to be alert to see where the helicopter was coming from.
Everyone looked as hard as they could, but no one saw the shadow of the helicopter, only the sound of the rotors became clearer.
It wasn't until someone looked up that they noticed a black spot appearing in the direction of the sun.
The two Huey helicopters began to climb very far away this time. The Huey, whose maximum altitude limit was four thousand meters, climbed to an altitude of 3,000 meters before turning to level flight. The aircraft at an altitude of 3,000 meters was on the ground. It seemed to be about the same size as a flying bird, and the mercenaries didn't notice it at all.
It wasn't until the helicopter started swooping down that everyone heard a clear sound and didn't react.
The machine guns that were still on guard just now began to adjust their angles with difficulty, and were even forced to change their firing positions. The machine gunners had to first remove the machine guns from the tripod, and then wait for the assistant shooter to change positions before reinstalling them.
After the installation was completed, the shooter had to visually adjust the ruler, and by this time Huey in the sky had dropped to a height of five or six hundred.
Immediately, there was a flash of fire on both sides of the wing.
This time the helicopter did not adopt any close-range attack tactics. The high ground was just that big. Skilled shooters started ejecting rockets directly from a height of four to five hundred meters away. Although it was not as accurate as the fire control computers of later generations, the approximate coverage area was still the same. Almost, dozens of rockets fell like raindrops, and then covered the entire defensive position.
"Get the shells away quickly!"
Francois shouted loudly, but it was too late. Because of the tight time, all the artillery shells that were brought up were stored in the artillery position in the open air. As a result, a rather tragic explosion occurred in front of Francois' eyes. .
More than a dozen artillery shells exploded on the artillery position in succession. The violent shock wave even twisted the steel and blew the artillery away. The mercenaries on the artillery position were blown away and torn apart like leaves.
At this moment, it seemed that the earth was shaking, and the falling rockets seemed to be unimportant. What left the deepest impression on the mercenaries on the top of the mountain was the sky-high light and twisted flames, as well as the high temperature.
"Remember to remind us that the weapons depot must be well managed!"
Hannibal looked at the tragedy on the mountain and said to the deputy on the side with lingering fear.
