Accompanied by the rapid breathing of breath, a sentry rushed into the armed command center of the base in almost exhaustion. Wen Tianyu in the command center was leading a group of subordinates to study how to use the map. When he saw the sentry's panic look, he immediately asked: "What happened?"

"The niggers are coming again, they are down the river, and there are a lot of people." The sentry was breathless.

Wen Tianyu suddenly became anxious and said angrily: "Why are you running back to report the news? You can't use radio?"

The sentry said sadly, "My walkie-talkie has dropped. Others have brought radio stations, but no one can use that old-fashioned radio station."

Fuck it!

The enemy was in front of him, and it would be fatal to delay for a minute at a critical moment. This fucking group of wastes came in and ran back to report the news. How could it be delayed? Wen Tianyu's lungs were about to explode.

When the Chinese in Angola evacuated the chaotic city and only cared for food and drink on the way to escape. The people of the foodie empire were born to think that the key to the troubled times was to fill their stomachs, but when they thought they needed to get some weapons, they were already in chaos and no one dared to go out and run around again.

Moreover, what is more lacking than weapons is ammunition. The gun can be used repeatedly, but the bullets are getting shorter and less. The result is that a large group of forces is not as weak as the armed forces. After finally putting together a unit, it lacks training. When encountering the enemy, it is always passively beaten.

Wen Tianyu has now drawn backbones to train, and the sentries responsible for defense are temporarily sent. These people are very brave but have insufficient experience. Now that the enemy is coming, the sentry has no ability to adapt to the situation.

The sentry said that the enemy was coming along the river, and Wen Tianyu knew who it was? He had fought countless dealings with the niggers wandering around the base and killed many of them. But as long as there were a few enemies fleeing back, the other party would rekindle the nigger again in a short time.

Thinking that the enemy might have broken through his own defense line and came in to burn, kill and loot, Wen Tianyu felt his scalp numb. The situation in front of him was very good and he was bullied like this, which only shows that he, the leader of the armed force, was too incompetent.

Assembled and set off, Wen Tianyu, who was extremely ashamed, thought that he would die on the way to kill the enemy even if he died. However, when he led his team to the upper reaches of the base river, he found that the niggers were all sitting quietly five hundred meters outside the sentry tower. Many people had died scattered in front of the sentry tower, and many wounded were screaming.

"Ah..., the engineer battalion has arranged a minefield here?" Wen Tianyu himself didn't know. When he asked on the radio, he realized that the day before yesterday, the airship transported thousands of mines, and his divisional engineer battalion set up the mines.

In the minefield, there are anti-infantry and tripping mines in the Type 58 and Type 59 anti-infantry, and some anti-infantry jumping through the Type 69. There are also many mines in Pla, which can lead to a disaster. Although it is not as exaggerated as grenades, there are countless.

Zhou Qingfeng thought that landmines were a good defensive weapon, and although it was difficult to eliminate them after laying them down, it was a simple and easy-to-use good equipment for the Chinese in Angola. He asked for 200,000 at one time, and now it came in handy.

"It's so dangerous!" Wen Tianyu was sweating all over his head, and he secretly thought that it was not this minefield, so he would be in trouble on his side.

But then?

Wen Tianyu's troops had not yet been expanded, and he only had more than a thousand people. However, the niggers on the opposite side were so dense that they could not see the edge. They could not enter but did not leave. They just sat by the river and looked at the Chinese base.

"What are these black skins doing?" someone asked.

"They must not have much food anymore. If they can't go to other places, they can only rest on the spot." Wen Tianyu knows these niggers too well. They rely on one move to fight. If they are frustrated, they will easily be depressed. "They are tired and it will take two or three hours to act again."

According to the report of the Engineer Battalion, there are about 7,000 land mines on the edge of the river beside the river berth, with a width of about 500 meters. Wen Tianyu held a telescope and observed for a while, and said, "The black ghosts don't know that the minefield is actually not big, but they will definitely try to find a breakthrough in the afternoon."

However, the enemy did not break through, so Wen Tianyu immediately decided to fight back and completely disperse the niggers and kill them as much as possible. However...

"Didn't you reserve a safety passage in the minefield?" Wen Tianyu really underestimated the amateur level of his subordinates. The dozens of people from the engineering battalion looked at each other a few times, saying that they only care about laying the mines, and then put a few safety warning signs in. How to do other things... Everyone is learning!

I convinced you!

Wen Tianyu could only lift the telescope again and figured out how to repel the gang of niggers. He denied the detour plan, which was equivalent to telling the nigger that the minefield was not very wide. "Carry the heavy machine guns up. These niggers actually stayed at our doorstep and didn't leave. I'll sweep them to death."

Soon, several heavy machine guns of type 67-1 were lifted up. When the tripod was set up, the nigger on the opposite side was obviously in a state of chaos, and many people got up from the ground in a mess and ran backwards. The escape effect even caused a chaos.

Seeing that the enemy wanted to escape, Wen Tianyu lay down in a temporary bunker, and ordered with a grin, "Call me!"

But..., I didn't respond for a long time.

Please, what are you guys doing?

A group of people stared at each other with big eyes. Wen Tianyu looked at the machine gunner, and the machine gunner looked at Wen Tianyu. The latter said innocently: "Head, we don't know how to use this machine gun!"

"You can't even use guns. Are you a group of pigs?" Wen Tianyu was going crazy. Why is it so difficult to lead a unit?

After a long time, Wen Tianyu, who personally demonstrated, was also dark. The Type 67-1 heavy machine gun is indeed not easy to use, but the key to the problem is that this heavy machine gun requires machine gun bullets, and the ammunition sent by the logistics is the type 56 submachine gun rifle bullets.

Both ammunitions are 7.62 mm caliber, but one is thirty-nine mm long and the other is 54 mm long, which is not universal.

Wen Tianyu cursed angrily: "Is that Tianshao bastard who sent me the wrong bullet?"

War is like fire, and bullets can be sent wrongly. How can I fight?

The unlucky Qin Ming was arrested and scolded, but the 15-year-old boy became popular, "It is obvious that you think that the logistics is not outstanding, and no one wants to do it. I, a minor, came to take charge of the logistics.

Logistics are hard and tiring, and there are very few people working. You are all very obedient, so you want to learn how to coordinate artillery and artillery, and integrate air and ground. I am also learning how to manage a lot of models of weapons and ammunition. It’s not you who said, I really don’t know that there are two types of bullets in 7.62 mm.”

Looking at Qin Ming cursing in anger, Wen Tianyu wanted to cry now. Tens of thousands of niggers were just a few hundred meters away, but we were quarreling inside. Is this really a war? This is a funny army!

"Then hurry up and transport the machine gun bullets of 7.62 mm for me." Wen Tianyu had no choice. Fortunately, his opponent was even more funny, otherwise everyone would be finished today.

Qin Ming spread his hands and said helplessly: "We only have 7.62 mm rifle bullets on hand now, and the machine gun bullets are still in Luanda's warehouse."

I must have stepped on Shit today Wen Tianyu was so angry that he was scratching his lungs. He could only shout and asked, "Tell me, what exactly can beat those niggers?"

"Uh..., it seems there is a cannon."

"There is a cannon? It's great, pull it up for me."

Qin Ming went to pull the cannon with a bitter face. After an hour, he came back, but only brought a tow shell. "Sorry, the Type 63 rocket launcher is still in Luanda's warehouse. We only have this kind of 107mm shell now."
Chapter completed!