Marco couldn't hear what Eric said about 'shame'. He already felt shameful enough. The target Qin Weidong chose to attack was his territory. In fact, after rejecting the advance team's solicitation, the former rich man in Angola
Start to strengthen your defenses.
Angola is a country with an extremely serious divide between rich and poor. Ninety percent of the people live in poverty, but one percent of the people are extremely luxurious. Marco was once one of the richest people in the country.
As a successful big businessman, Marco can drink top-notch champagne from abroad, drive the best cars, live in the best villas in the country, and play with women from all over the world. Even if there are slums near his residence, this does not affect
He enjoys life.
After the catastrophe, Marco, who was not yet a plutocrat, did not disappear. He was able to do whatever he wanted in the chaotic world. With the force of his private security personnel, he even lived an emperor-like life. However, good times did not last forever, and nuclear winter did not last long.
Distinguish between rich and poor, and treat everyone equally.
A large number of people died in the severe cold, and only a handful of people survived. Marco maintained his power with relatively sufficient food. He even used the supplies he had reserved to do business, and his life was pretty good. Therefore, his friendship with Qin Weidong
'Dismissive.
But..., the mutants sent by the mysterious armed forces to demonstrate are really scary!
At first glance, anyone would be frightened by mutants. Marco had learned from various gossips that Qin Weidong had recruited several local forces, but he felt that the only ones that could threaten him were mutants - the others.
They're all scum!
"I have strong defenses, sufficient ammunition, and huge manpower. I will definitely be able to resist the attack of that group of outsiders." Marco made up his mind to defend and counterattack, which would make it easier.
Marco has even prepared more than 20 pickup trucks. As long as he wins the defensive battle, the morale of his men will be greatly shaken, and then it will be much easier to launch an attack. Even if they encounter the opponent's terrifying monster warriors, they will be able to fight.
The confident Marco squatted in his lair and waited for the enemy to come. Unexpectedly, the mutants did not come, but instead it was Sardin's useless soldiers who had just eaten a few full meals.
Seeing those low-level 'trash' who couldn't walk fast dare to attack him, Marco, who was guarding his barricade, felt that he was being despised, "I have the power of thousands of subordinates, but I actually sent such a
Dozens of people come to attack?”
It’s not just a matter of dozens of people. In fact, the first five of Sardin’s men were equipped with assault rifles, and each of the men behind them only had a Type 67 hand grenade. For such a ragtag group, Marco felt that he
Are you making too much fuss and being too nervous?
"Get rid of these rubbish." Marco's face turned cold and he ordered concisely. In his opinion, just the sound of gunshots would cause the enemy to collapse.
Marco gave the order, and immediately someone started shooting behind the barricade. Uncle Black had a fighting habit of never letting go of the trigger once he pulled it. Once he pulled the trigger, he felt like he was possessed by Superman within a few seconds. Dozens of bullets were sprayed out from the muzzle, and he looked threatening for a moment.
Unstoppable.
As soon as he heard the gunfire from the opposite side, Sardin, who was in charge of the command a hundred meters away, threw himself on the ground and retreated. However, he retreated himself, but still drove the recruited men forward, "No shooting allowed."
, keep moving forward, and you can only fire within thirty meters. Whoever dares to shoot now, I will shoot him immediately."
For poor Africans, being able to fire a gun in battle is a success. The AK series rifles they are commonly equipped with have always been famous for their fierce firepower and serious muzzle jump. But they just like to shoot continuously, and aiming is never a problem. They are considering it.
The result is..., the firepower from the opposite side looked extremely scary, but all the bullets flew into the sky!
Fighting in Africa has always been about momentum. Whoever has the most momentum wins. It often happens that two groups of people shoot at each other from a distance of a hundred meters, empty the bullets and then call it a day and go home. As for how many people were killed? The bullets are flying randomly. If you can kill a ghost, it's better to worry about the threat of stray bullets.
Marco's men are such a classic African armed force. They have survived to this day entirely because they have a large number of people and sufficient reserves. After more than a year of the apocalypse, their combat skills have not improved at all.
On the other hand, Sardin's men were mentally numb due to long-term suffering, and had to obey their boss's orders for a little hope of survival. They didn't even care about life or death, they just marched forward in a mechanized manner under the rain of bullets.
Marco's men fired two rounds in a short period of time. Before the smoke cleared, they discovered that the waste on the opposite side did not collapse, but was closer to within fifty meters. Hundreds of rounds of bullets were all in vain, and did not even hurt the opponent's hair. .
Elite!
Marco's eyes became extremely sharp in an instant, and he turned his extreme contempt for the enemy into extreme importance. What is this kind of troops that can withstand the impact of bullets and bullets if not elites?
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, hold on!" Marco has seen the world, and he also knows that his men's marksmanship is extremely poor, and it is normal for them to miss targets a hundred meters away. If the enemy on the opposite side is not frightened by the gunfire and collapses, Then you can only shoot at a closer distance, so the hit rate will be much higher.
"We have barricades for defense, and it is difficult for the enemy to hit us." Marco was not afraid in the face of danger, showing his momentum as a leader. Half of his head popped out from behind the barricade to observe the distance of the soldiers on the opposite side, waved and shouted: "Reload, Wait until this group of people gets close before fighting."
The distance was shortened to fifty meters, and Sardin's useless soldiers were still advancing along the street. They were holding guns and gritting their teeth, staggering like logs. They could only eat cassava porridge for two days. Recovering a little physical strength cannot change their weak nature.
Behind the barricade, Marco could see the eyes of Sardin's men clearly. They were ugly, dirty, low-level, and could die at any time. He was sure that what he was facing was just the ordinary low-level people in the city.
"These guys are worse than slaves, there is no need for us to be afraid." To show his bravery, Marco personally brandished a pistol and stood up straight from behind the barricade, shouting loudly: "Just now we just didn't perform to our true level. That's it. Now, kill these guys."
A large group of people immediately appeared behind the barricade, holding guns and looking at the advancing 'waste soldiers' with all kinds of joking eyes. And just as they pulled the triggers, the five 'waste soldiers' who were at the front also Fire started.
The attacker has no cover and can only stand tall and pull the trigger to the end. The defender is dodging and dodging, and they all put their hope of victory on others. The result is that the attacker's five guns will kill the defender at least More than fifty people were beaten until they could not hold their heads up.
"It's okay, it's okay, hold on. Those guys can only shoot for five seconds. Once they stop, it's time for us to fight back." Marco himself also retracted behind the barricade. He didn't want to bet on whether the bullet would hit.
Own.
The people hiding behind the barricade also felt that what their boss said made sense. They often did the "Five-Second Superman" thing themselves, it was no big deal. The five-second countdown started, five, four, three, two, one...
Can we fight back? Everyone behind the barricade pricked up their ears...
Several grenades flew over the barricade and were thrown in.
Ouch..., damn!
This was not expected!
The person on the other side committed a foul. How do you throw grenades in a war in Africa? Uncle Black’s fundamental tactics are AK plus RPG. Who allowed you to use grenades?
To throw a grenade, you need to get close before you can use it. This is definitely a disliked weapon for Uncle Hei who likes to shoot from a distance.
Wait..., now is not the time to discuss such philosophical issues!
The key is what to do now?
The grenade is smoking... and it's about to explode.