"This is wrong!"
"Yes, the Cubans don't look like they are retreating. Instead, they are determined to fight us!"
"why is that?"
"Agent Hudson, is there any latest reconnaissance report?"
"Not yet. Satellite reconnaissance is done once a day. Today's situation will have to wait for another hour!"
"well!"
Listening to the rumbling of artillery outside, Shepard sighed helplessly. These days, reconnaissance methods are no less scarce than those of later generations. The intelligence that the airport defenders can get every day now is photos taken by aerial satellite reconnaissance. , As for the local intelligence team, well, although there is this department and funding, Hudson said that he has not met those colleagues.
After firing almost all the mortar shells at almost no cost, the Cuban paratroopers' crazy charge was finally blocked from the airport. Nearly 40 people were killed on each side, including the more than 30 mercenaries who died last night. Soldiers, plus the wounded, the airport's 500 defenders were now reduced by nearly a quarter.
But at least the defenders persisted.
When the sky turned white, the gunshots above the airport gradually subsided. Both the Cuban paratroopers and the airport defenders huddled in the bunkers, seizing every minute and every second to restore their strength, while the reserve personnel acting as reserves were Seize the time to deliver additional ammunition to the frontline positions, and then carry the bodies of the fallen back to the hangar.
Hannibal, who was inspecting the position, looked at his watch. It was already six o'clock in the morning, but the Cubans had no intention of retreating. On the contrary, they were even mobilizing MPLA soldiers in the rear positions to continue reinforcements. It was likely that they would fight to the end during the day. Posture. .z.br>
"What happened to these people?"
When new information was sent from an intelligence center far away in Europe around eight o'clock, everyone was dumbfounded.
Although border frictions have occurred between the MPLA and UNITA, and both sides have suffered injuries, under such circumstances, the main force of the MPLA has assumed a posture of heading north. There are almost 14,000 MPLA armed forces. At this moment, the troops are divided into three groups and are marching from several MPLA-controlled provinces toward Luanda and the FRELIMO-controlled areas further north.
In addition, there are several photos from Cuba, which show a large number of military supplies being loaded onto ships in the opponent's military port, including propeller fighter jets and towed artillery.
"No wonder Cubans are suddenly desperate!"
Shepard suddenly realized while holding the photo. If he were the Cuban commander, he would definitely wait for the reinforcements to arrive and use cannons to teach people like him a lesson. After all, he is not a soldier and does not care about honors or the like. , but the Cuban paratroopers will definitely not see the black uncle who they want to help come to help.
But these are not important anymore.
"What about our allies?"
"Well, don't worry about that!"
Hudson said confidently.
"We have currently armed seven infantry battalions of the ANLF, they will definitely be able to stop the MPLA!"
"What about us?"
"Two battalions are already heading to Luanda. They are expected to arrive the day after tomorrow!"
"oh!"
Everyone's eyes immediately lit up. Two infantry battalions, even if one battalion only had 300 people, would be enough to pose a threat to the Cuban army by besieging the airport. Once the siege of the airport was lifted, reinforcements would continue to arrive. By then, everyone’s mission will be completed!
The news that the reinforcements would arrive in the near future quickly spread to all positions. The mercenaries and Ps who were exhausted from the hard battle suddenly felt that their burdens were lightened. Shepard even directly took out the soda and cans in stock. Moved out, ready to reward everyone between battles.
The Cuban paratroopers outside the airport seemed to have received similar intelligence. After completing their rest, they did not continue the attack. Instead, they simply dropped their destroyed tanks and other equipment and began to retreat.
When the Cuban army's car exhaust disappeared over the horizon, the airport defenders immediately excitedly started firing guns into the sky in celebration, and even Charlie Martel's mercenaries
He ran directly out of his position and tried to find some trophies left by the Cubans.
After three people were killed by booby traps, the mercenaries immediately returned to the airport obediently.
Hannibal sent out the only remaining A60 armored vehicle and another 0 armored vehicle with a destroyed turret to conduct reconnaissance. They chased the Cubans for thirty kilometers in the direction they left, but saw no trace of the other party, and the airport There were no traces of the enemy nearby. Now everyone felt at ease. After all, the MPLA might have really retreated!
Next, the work of Shadow Company is very simple. Everyone only needs to wait for the troops of the Ansar Liberation Front to arrive, and then hand over the airport to the other party. Because he is worried about something happening, Hudson even gave the other party thirteen orders in one day. Communication, urging the other party to arrive as soon as possible.
However, the Ps were not too nervous. After the enemy was gone, everyone went straight to the battlefield, using drinks instead of drinks and cans instead of barbecue. A few ingenious guys even repaired the airport's speakers and found a gramophone. and a disc, playing Lily Marlene over the airport.
In short, a carnival that was not considered a carnival lasted until the third day. The supplies used for combat preparation targets were wasted by everyone as if to vent their anger. They ate as much as they could and used them as gun targets if they could not finish. Even Xue Pad also had a Rambo addiction with a 0 machine gun.
Then, on the morning of the third day, the ANAF's artillery infantry battalion drove into the airport in a truck with its head held high. The black soldiers sitting in the truck were all very energetic, wearing leather boots and helmets and 6's, and I don't know. I thought the military police were having a meeting.
Compared with them, the mercenaries and P's are like beggars on the roadside, and everyone's clothes are full of traces of gunfire.
But these details are no longer important. After handing over the position, Shepard is ready to take the transport plane back to the base. He doesn't want to stay in this kind of day without a bomb on his head!
But just when everyone was happily preparing to go back, a panicked call for help came from the radio station of the ANLF soldiers.
"This is sentinel point one. We are under attack. We are under attack. The other side has tanks..."
The sound from the radio station suddenly stopped, and Shepard and other commanders who gathered around the radio station to inquire about the situation suddenly changed their expressions.
Shepard couldn't help but want to give himself two slaps. What was he happy about earlier? He was so happy that he couldn't be happy anymore. Now, he can't be happy anymore!
"By the way, where is this sentinel?"
"Southwest, at the city entry checkpoint south of the capital's main road!"
"In other words, there are still about thirteen kilometers away from us!"
