Marco's men were still waiting for an opportunity to counterattack. Unexpectedly, under the cover of assault rifles, the trash soldiers behind them rushed forward for more than ten meters and threw a few grenades behind the barricade.
Sardin's soldiers were so weak that they couldn't throw grenades very far. Some people's grenades could only be thrown a few meters away and exploded in front of their eyes. In fact, they only threw two grenades. But just two grenades hit the people behind the barricade.
People were in a state of panic.
The people who were bombed never expected that a grenade would be thrown at them.
Behind the two grenades, the grenadiers who followed were like ants, constantly throwing the grenades over the several-meter-high barricade. Now the defender behind the barricade was completely blown away, boom boom boom.
The explosion was accompanied by screams of crying father and mother.
Marco himself was holding his head and was knocked unconscious by the blast. When he woke up again, several of his cronies were dragging him to run. And at the barricade they were just defending, dozens of defenders were running around holding their heads.
"How could this happen?" Marco's mind was churning at this moment. He quickly broke away from the drag of his henchmen and shouted to the defenders in other directions to block the gap.
Marco's territory is equipped with multiple barricades, forming a circular fortification like a palace square. But now that a barricade has been breached, people from other directions do not rush to help, but watch in a daze from a distance - everyone is
Wait for others to be brave enough to step up.
That means no one can step up to the plate.
Waiting for Sardin's useless soldiers to climb over the breach of the barricade with all their strength, the two sides were basically looking at each other - Marco's men were watching, Sardin's men were out of ammunition, and neither side knew what to do next.
After waiting stupidly for half a minute, Marco ran out of breath to the pickup truck convoy he had formed. He was still thinking about using this ace unit to fight back, but now it seemed that he could only defend his home first and then said, "Bomb that!"
A breached barricade and kill those bastards who rush up."
The armed pickup truck is either a machine gun or a machine cannon. Although it is not accurate in shooting, its power is much more amazing than ordinary rifles. When Marco's side regains a little confidence and waits for his boss to show off his power, he can swarm up and launch a counterattack.
The barricades were struck at the same time.
One grenade after another was thrown in again.
Oak's gang finally caught up and took advantage. They used the same stupid rifle cover and dropped bombs at close range. They tossed in a dozen grenades and bombed them again, causing the people to flip over.
The explosion this time was much louder than before. Although there were only a few casualties, the sounds coming from all directions gave people a different feeling, as if they were under siege.
Once again, fighting in Africa relies entirely on momentum. Don't expect Uncle Black to have high tactical literacy, let alone the skill of not being afraid of danger. They often rush forward in a rush and then disperse in a rush. The two mentalities of fearlessness and cowardice can be seen in
They alternate instantly.
When the barricades in several directions began to be bombed, the defenders behind the barricades immediately amplified the chaos. Dozens or hundreds of people would run around quickly as a few grenades were thrown, shouting at the top of their lungs.
, scurrying around like a headless fly.
By the time Oak and his men rushed forward and kept shooting at the people behind the barricade, Marco could no longer control the chaotic scene, and even his cronies couldn't care less about him and began to run away.
"How could this happen?" Seeing that all his own personnel were running for their lives, Marco could only jump into his pickup truck and start running away. Although in theory his men still had the advantage, no one listened to him because of the panic.
Take command.
Looking at the video sent back by the drone, Qin Weidong stabilized his mind. The old man was directing the frontline personnel on the radio to further plunge the enemy into greater chaos.
Today, Mr. Qin is trying his best. He has verified the feasibility of "using barbarians to control barbarians" and confirmed that after providing appropriate supplies and organization, forming an African servant army has certain combat effectiveness. Otherwise, just relying on an advance team of ten or so people will be exhausted.
It is impossible to control the whole city.
As for the combat effectiveness of the servant army, they are all weak anyway, so long as they can win against the sixth scum and the fifth scum. We are not cultivating an African Liberation Army, so long as they can be used, the requirements are not high.
Seeing that a team of a hundred people defeated the enemy's camp of 2,000 people and fled thousands of miles away, Eric, who was the commentator of the battle, shook his head repeatedly, indicating that this was not a problem with his cognition, but rather with his opponent.
Unpredictable changes have occurred.
"Please believe me, those African thugs in the past were not so bad. They could last longer. Moreover, in the past, their physical fitness was better, their fighting power was stronger, and they had more willpower to persevere."
Eric made a brief summary and immediately stopped dwelling on the current battle situation. Regardless of whether his previous judgment was right or wrong, he began to let his imagination run wild and said to his companions: "I think
Now, the time for our strategic counterattack has arrived."
Pfft..., Zhang Hong was drinking water nearby, and he burst into tears when he heard this sentence.
Eric didn't care and continued: "Remember British Prime Minister Churchill during World War II? He allowed the German air raids on London when his strength was insufficient in the early stages of the war. He tolerated it until the enemy's strength deteriorated and then angrily launched the Normandy landing. I think we
The current situation is very similar.”
Bang... Old Harris was cleaning his gun. He was so shocked by this analogy that he couldn't even hold the weapon steady.
Eric finally waved his arms, "There is no master in Africa now. The land is full of indigenous forces with low abilities. They are barbaric, backward, ignorant, and have no qualifications to occupy this land. Remember the Holy Roman Empire? That is a bunch of barbarians.
A great nation built in.”
In the end, Eric gave his ultimate point of view in a deep tone: "After suffering disaster, famine, and severe cold, after enduring the baptism of blood, suffering, and sorrow, after surviving numbness, confusion, and depression of self-denial,
, God gave us a chance to go down in history.”
Eric's voice turned from low to high, then passionate. Mr. Qin, who was giving orders, couldn't help but turn around and was stunned by this deep and affectionate speech.
But Eric and others didn't care what others thought. They stretched out their arms one after another, folded their palms together, and under the witness of God, they vowed to unite and build a cause.
"The current situation is really great."
"This is simply the coming of the Age of Discovery again."
"Each of us can create a nation on this land."
Among the buzzing discussions was the optimism and positive spirit of Eric and others. The battle just now convinced them that the native Africans had been completely reduced to scum and were no longer their opponents.
"Hey! What are you going to do?" Seeing that the idiot in front of him was about to leave again, Qin Weidong had to try to stop them again.
But Eric and others, who were in a state of excitement, felt that time had not waited for anyone, and eagerly wanted to take action, "Captain Qin, thank you very much for the information you brought us. We plan to summon our underground companions, and they are all still there."
Little did I know that the situation on the ground had changed dramatically.
Don't worry, we just don't want to be a burden to you, we also have the spirit of hard work. We still need your help, but we hope to seize the current opportunity and achieve something successful. Please allow me to take leave for now, I...,
Will be back soon."
Seeing these idiots confidently leaving to form the 'Returning Group', everyone in the advance team felt that things were getting out of control again. These guys wanted to create an era, but they were careful not to be crushed by it.