Looking at the few remnant soldiers rushing up, Commander Chad's heart did not waver at all. He had seen this seemingly tragic scenario many times!
When the Chadian National Army was fighting a civil war, Habré organized death squads composed of tribal soldiers to lead the charge.
The death squads of those small tribes didn't even have military uniforms. They were going to attack the Vulcan Army's position with machetes, and then they were knocked to the ground by dense machine guns.
As gunshots rang out one after another, the chief and several of his men finally fell to the ground. There were no cynical last words or grand farewells. He was like a stray dog without any dignity, shot through by dozens of bullets. His body collapsed, and then he fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
Then, their bodies were carefully inspected by Chadian soldiers and brought to the commander.
"This guy should be a boss!"
Pointing to the chief's body, the officer on the side reported.
"I guess he's a chief or something. There's quite a lot of jewelry. My brothers have already taken some, but there's not much left!"
"Well, I leave it to you!"
The commander nodded. He was not in need of a little money. He really didn't like the jewelry on the corpse. If he wanted to make money, he would make a lot of money. If he kept this little thing for his subordinates, he could win people's hearts. It was very profitable.
He was thinking about something else now.
These guerrillas are a bit small in number!
From the initial intelligence, the number of guerrillas was around three hundred. After experiencing various losses, there should be more than a hundred. Then they were surrounded and suffered heavy losses again, but no matter what, there must be dozens of people left. But now, there were less than ten bodies here, and the commanders had picked up their rifles.
These Soviet-supported AK rifles are in very new condition. They must have been sealed in a warehouse and then taken out for use by the guerrillas. However, there is not much ammunition left. The average person only has two magazines. They have no food or water bags. It was bulging, but the water inside had a strange smell, as if it had been covered in a plastic bucket for a long time.
"These guys should be bait!"
The commander scratched his head. He should not have been attracted by such a bait, but because of the dim light and their surprise attack, the Chadian army was beaten.
Being caught off guard, it was normal for him to make a misjudgment.
As for the large troops hidden by the opponent, the commander did not think they could escape.
Because the night doesn't just belong to the guerrillas now!
Sandman's Birds set off again. This time they did not carry a stereo, but two 12.7mm Gatling guns. The ammunition belts were fed from a huge magazine box loaded in the cabin.
At night, there were only dim dashboard lights in the dim cabin, but this did not affect Sandman and his deputy. The two wore monocular thermal imaging cameras and controlled the helicopter while scanning the ground below. .
"see it?"
"Not found!"
"It's okay, they can't run away!"
Sandman glanced at the sky in the distance. In the darkness, he could only see a flickering of faint lights, which were the anti-collision lights on another helicopter. At this moment, they were conducting a dragnet investigation, and On the distant land, the Chadian army was also advancing with their headlights on.
The chief's idea was wonderful, but he did not take into account the situation of the remaining people. Although they got the remaining supplies, the quantity was not enough at all. It could only be said to be a drop in the bucket, and most importantly, there were still wounded people. inside.
Although there are camels to carry these wounded, they cannot travel too fast. If they run like before, these guys will only die faster.
Therefore, the remaining people could not walk fast at all, and they did not dare to light torches or use flashlights to light the way, so they could only stop and go in the moonlight.
So, soon, they were discovered by Sandman's fleet!
Because there is a huge temperature difference between day and night in the desert, Sandmann's thermal imaging easily saw rows of white figures with extremely clear backgrounds. They were so eye-catching in the darkness.
"Shall we attack?"
"Don't worry, wait for the others to arrive!"
Sandman turned on the cabin light and glanced at the map, which had red and blue pencil lines on it, with arrows representing Chadian forces on the ground heading north.
"We will attack from the north later!"
"North?"
"Well, the Chadians are still coming this way, we have to drive them over!"
Sandmann put on the thermal imaging camera again and saw that the guerrillas on the ground had stopped. Many of them seemed to be looking at the sky. They probably heard the sound of the helicopter and were looking for their location.
However, Sandman was not worried about what would happen if he was discovered. These guerrillas had no anti-aircraft missiles or anti-aircraft machine guns. With just a few AKs and rocket launchers, it was simply a fantasy to bring down the helicopter.
Three other Bird helicopters soon arrived, and Sandman grabbed the radio.
"Attention, all planes, we will launch an attack from the north and drive them south. If you encounter scattered ones, don't chase them too close. Drive them mainly. We can't handle them. There are also ground units, but whoever is attacked by those below If this guy gets hit, prepare to be a ground handler for the rest of your life!"
"Attacker Two understands!"
"Three understands!"
"Four understands!"
Soon the radio buzzed with answers from others.
Then, Sandman stepped on the rudder, and the helicopter made a somersault in the air. Then, like a hawk, it pounced on the guerrillas on the ground.
The guerrillas also heard the sound of helicopters early on, but they still hoped that the night would protect them. However, times had changed.
Hearing the sound of helicopter rotors suddenly approaching, the guerrilla commander quickly reacted.
"run!"
After that, he turned over and put a wounded man on the camel, and then he was about to catch the second man.
With the sound of the rotors tearing through the air, two consecutive blood-red lines of fire suddenly appeared from the dark night sky.
At the end of the firing line, in the bright firelight, the guerrillas saw the steel fuselage.
The rate of fire of a six-barreled 12.7 mm Gatling gun can reach up to two thousand rounds per minute. Such a dense rate of fire makes those tracer bullets fired every five rounds appear to be continuous in the night sky, but in fact For every tracer bullet, five armor-piercing incendiary rounds were fired.
The dense rain of bullets was like two fierce whips, quickly sweeping through the crowd. In just an instant, more than a dozen people fell down together with the camels.
"Run, run, run away!"
The commander was still shouting, and then he saw six more tracer barrages emerging from the darkness.
