Chapter 93 Please Call Me General Victor? !

Chapter 93 Please call me Victor... General? !

Wayebah Dioufra, nicknamed Desert Ant, sat on the SA34 "Gazelle". He belonged to a South African mercenary company called EO! (South African Strategic Resources Company!)

They don't care who the customer is. As long as you pay, all you have to consider is how you sit in the position you want to sit.

He has participated in many coups and has rich combat experience.

"I hate the sea!" Wayebah looked down at the rolling waves below and muttered a few words. From his name, you can tell that he is suitable for desert combat.

"Follow the plan, Popeye, you break in from the northwest corner of the island and set up a firepower network on the spot. Don't go deep!" He pressed the headset and ordered.

"Understood!"

A Bell 214 was seen flying towards the selected location.

It was a Gobi desert. The mercenary nicknamed Popeye grabbed the handrail, leaned out with great skill and courage, squinted his eyes and looked around, and waved a gesture to the pilot, indicating him to land below.

"All ready!"

The sound of bullets being loaded suddenly rang out everywhere in the cabin.

"God bless you!"

"If I make this deal, I can buy a piano for my daughter."

"Amen!"

The mercenaries were very calm. They were used to life and death and war, so they were calmer.

For them, this was just an ordinary landing operation. I heard that the target was a policeman. They had fought warlords in Africa. Did the police have more firepower than warlords?

Bell 212 found a place to land. As soon as Popeye got off the plane, he felt something was wrong. It seemed... a little too quiet!

The sound of the sea water washing made him feel a little uneasy.

Watching the 17 members of the team begin to deploy firepower in the Gobi Desert, he was about to press the headset to report, when suddenly, he saw a red line appear in the sky.

Flare!

The word instantly appeared in Popeye's mind.

Followed by a large number of flares, the sky was illuminated with a flash of light.

The Gobi Desert mercenaries were all a little confused.

"Go! Go in!" Popeye reacted quickly. It was impossible to evacuate at this time, so he had to rush in first.

"Póngalo! (Fire!)"

The 30-type 122mm howitzers in the Gobi Desert, as the order was issued, the neatly placed howitzers fired at once.

The artillery fire directly covered the Gobi Desert.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The valuable Bell 212 was directly blown to pieces.

Vayebach in the sky in the distance stared. When he saw the flares, he found something wrong. Looking at the flames rising in the distance, he knew that a mercenary team was ruined.

"Fly over and blow them up, damn! Where did the police get the artillery?"

The pilot was driving a helicopter with two missiles on it. As long as he found the artillery position and fired them, everything would be OK!

"Be careful of ground air defense!" The technician on the SA34 "Little Gazelle" suddenly shouted. As soon as the voice fell, a series of bullets were seen shooting up from below.

The pilot, who had been working well with the technician, pulled the joystick hard, but someone in the cabin didn't stand firmly and stumbled and fell directly from the open door. The screams stopped abruptly with a dull thud.

"TMD, kill it! Kill it!" Vayebach shouted with red eyes, pointing at the twin anti-aircraft machine guns below.

The pilot looked solemn and pressed the launch button.

The 20mm machine gun fired at the anti-aircraft hidden below, and the bullets splashed dust on the ground.

The twin machine guns suddenly went silent, and there was no time to be happy.

Two figures appeared on a small hill not far away, carrying "blowpipe" portable anti-aircraft missiles on their shoulders. Vayebach was too familiar with this thing.

He had served in the UK himself.

MD!

Is this a policeman?

"Avoid! Avoid!" Vayebach's voice was sharp.

Whoosh~

Blowpipe fire!

No matter what, you are looking for death by flying your helicopter so low?

The pilot gritted his teeth and his face turned red. Vayebach also stared with fear in his eyes, but it was useless.

He could only watch the blowpipe hit the plane.

It disintegrated directly in mid-air.

Desert ants have to go to the desert. You are looking for death in mid-air, aren't you?

This also illustrates a truth. No matter how awesome you are on land, your life in the sky belongs to others.

A semi-underground command room that has been dug.

Victor looked at the fireball in the distance with a telescope. When it fell into the sea, he patted his thigh happily, "Not bad, record the merit, and promote them after the battle."

He actually wanted to equip FIM-92, also known as the Stinger.

But the American stuff is more high-tech, and the charging system and operating procedures are more complicated, so he changed to a blowpipe anti-aircraft missile.

Casare looked at Victor like this.

He didn't know whether to call him director or general.

Anyway, loyalty is the right thing.

"Director, drug dealers have landed elsewhere. Should we open fire?"

"Open fire!"

...

More than 20 assault boats are preparing to land from the dock.

They are about to land.

The AK6 naval guns on both sides of the dock opened fire.

Have you ever seen a fire net?

Just sweep randomly.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" A young drug dealer huddled on the assault boat. He didn't know where the gun in his hand was thrown. His face was covered with blood and he screamed in horror. He was urinating. The smell came from the crotch.

He was so scared that he peed!

Boss, you lied to me!

You said you came to fight the police, are you a warlord? !

He wanted to go home, he wanted to go back to find his mother. When he stood up, he wanted to jump into the water. As soon as he stood up, he jumped~

The upper body was completely gone.

It turned into rain.

The lower body fell into the water, and the marine life that had been waiting below swarmed up. In an instant, the 300 meters in front of the pier became a restricted area.

Use naval guns to hit assault boats.

Who can do this?

Of course there is also good luck.

The EO Company's mercenaries relied on luck to get ashore. They quickly lay down and tried to crawl low. They used the blind spot of the naval gun's firepower to climb up.

Um?

Suddenly something appeared in front of him, and there was a sentence written on it in English. The mercenary squinted and saw that it said: This is facing the enemy! (This is facing the enemy!).

bouncing!

The explosion immediately swept everyone up into the air.

Thoughts before dying: "NMB, put a broadsword on the shore!!!"

Victim mode is on.

Victor has arranged 40 broadswords here at the pier. Either these things will explode if you step on them, or they will explode if you touch this area.

After this explosion, a series of explosions occurred. The mercenary next to the explosion was also bloody and bloody. He fell to the ground and howled with his broken leg covered.

As for what to do if there are residual landmines in the future?

Let the drug dealers go away!

Spread your hands and roll them around.

…

The explosions frightened the residents of Guadalupe Island.

Many people were hiding in bed and shivering.

In war, civilians have no other choice but to pray for cannonballs to have eyes.

Of course, there are also people who are bold enough to lie down in the window and watch.

"The helicopter was shot down!" Good brother Camposte shook Santos' arm with excitement.

Explosion is a man's romance.

Santos also nodded excitedly, "I said Mr. Victor can protect the island, and I must join his team when I grow up."

Canpost hesitated for a moment, "Then I'll sign up for the police academy too."

"Will your parents agree?"

"If they don't agree, I'll scare them with Mr. Victor!"

Santos looked at him with strange eyes, he was indeed a filial son.

"Then I will drive a tank from now on, and you will be my deputy."

Campost nodded, but said blankly, "Does Mr. Victor have a tank? Isn't he a policeman?"

"Who stipulates that the police cannot have tanks? It's not like you haven't seen those rocket launchers. The Mexican government has them and Mr. Victor has them. If they don't, Mr. Victor also has them."

"It's amazing. If you ask me, Mr. Victor is like the emperor on TV." Campost opened his mouth.

Santos interrupted him, "No! Sir, he advocates bright justice. The emperor's feudal remnants are simply a slander."

Seeing his brother so excited, Campost curled his lips and said, "I was just joking."

What era has it been? There is no emperor anywhere.

Oh, there’s also Africa!

Doesn’t it work in Mexico?

Stephanie looked at the artillery fire in the distance with her little eyes, and listened to the roaring sound in her ears, feeling only the noise and panic.

She tilted her head and looked at Dexter at the door and asked, "Dad, why do boys like this sound?"

Dexter touched her head and looked at the two half-year-old boys with complicated eyes, "Because people who don't know fear advocate war, but real men are against war."

"What about Mr. Victor? Is he a man?"

Dexter took a deep breath, "He's stopping the war!"

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PS: Two pictures in the afternoon~make up 10,000 words!