Five hundred meters away, Old Qiaoxi and Bablu also felt that the battle today was quite funny. The number of people after the two groups of forces merged was unprecedentedly strong, but the pressure of survival was unprecedentedly strong. In order to survive, they had tried all their ways, and the ten thousand people in front of them were their last main force.

During multi-party talks some time ago, the character of Victor Hugo Commander was undoubtedly shown, and the harsh and violent mutants were also heard of, but none of these could change the determination of Old Josie and Bablu. They tried to attack the Chinese base in exchange for opportunities for survival and negotiation.

Now that I finally found the hidden Chinese base, Old Josie and Bablu felt that their plans were at least half successful, and they didn't know that the landmines located by the river blocked their way.

Angola's terrain is gentle, with tropical savannas and sparse woodlands everywhere. The black robbers who launched the attack also thought of deviating from the river and looking for another way, but after entering a piece of woodland, they did not dare to walk around casually. The biggest fear of mines is its unknown nature.

Losing the aura of attack but greedy for prey that may be obtained is a taboo. It is just that the black robbers know that they have already alarmed the object they want to rob, but they just don't leave and hope that some miracle will happen.

Bablu sent people to find out if there was any other road, while Old Josie observed the Chinese people opposite him on the spot. The two sides were separated by four or five hundred meters, and from time to time, they put a few cold guns to deter each other.

The low and simple wooden houses, simple planned roads, carefully cultivated land, terrified evacuated crowds, and everything in the telescope made Old Josie feel relieved. This is a residential area with oil and water, and you can definitely find a lot of good things.

"Especially because we didn't see many guards, we don't need to pay too much." Old Qiaoxi was thinking beautifully, and suddenly his pupils shrank, and several machine guns emerged from a position opposite. Looking at the triangle gun stand, he knew that the other party had heavy machine guns.

Black people have always been rushing to attack, and they would say that their companions were too far away and they were scared. Now they were gathering together when they were resting, which was the best target for heavy machine guns.

In heavy machine gun shooting, there is an indirect attack method of hanging shooting. It is like watering flowers in a kettle. The dense bullets rise for a distance in the form of parabola and then fall down to strike the target. This is an effective way for ordinary people to not know much about it, but it is an effective way for excellent shooters to deal with dense groups.

Old Qiaoxi had some knowledge. When he saw the arrangement of several heavy machine guns from his opponent, he immediately realized that something was wrong. He immediately turned his head and ran four or five hundred meters away. It was difficult for a person to see the target in the distance with his naked eyes, but he knew that when the machine gun sounded, the dense rain of bullets would cause huge casualties.

As soon as Old Qiaoxi ran, his personal guards naturally followed him. The leader turned around and ran, and the other black people also subconsciously followed him. The black group had long been frightened birds, and chaos arose from this. Countless people began to quiver, and even blocked Old Qiaoxi's own escape route.

Just as Old Josie complained about this, the rain of bullets he imagined did not come. At this time, Bablu brought people back, and immediately fired a warning when he saw this scene, and finally stopped the team from collapsing.

"Why should we retreat?" Babru found Old Josie angrily.

Old Qiaoxi looked back at the direction of the base that had not been moving, and hesitated: "I found that those Chinese people have machine guns."

The two black leaders touched back to the front line and found that the machine gun did exist, but the machine gun did not fire. This strange situation puzzled the two of them. Bablu lay in a pile of weeds and gave an explanation that was not an explanation. Maybe they were just defense and didn't want to kill us.

Is this possible? Old Josie looked puzzled. But when the black robbers calmed down again, the direction of the Chinese base was facing new problems.

Qin Ming held a yellowed booklet and said with a serene statement: "The book says that the 63 107mm rocket shell can be used to shoot directly without a gun barrel. Don't you know?"

Facing the questioning, Wen Tianyu touched his head and nodded, "I know, but we have never used it like this!"

The Type 63 107mm rocket launcher is a strange weapon made by the country bumpkin, and is a heavy firepower specially prepared for mountain troops and guerrillas. It has a lot of magical characteristics. The most relish is that its shells do not require gun barrels, and can be fired just by finding a pile of soil.

But when Tianyu and others joined the army, Rabbit's army was not as poor as they were back then. Who would have no need for gun barrels in the army? They had to train such dragon-slaying skills that were not accurate and could not shoot far, and would basically never use for the rest of their lives?

This was the design reserved for the most difficult and difficult situation back then. Wen Tianyu really didn't expect that he would meet one day. But now, I really encountered the ancestors and sects. You are definitely teasing me today!

Wen Tianyu grabbed the yellowed booklet that appeared with the shells. The booklet was placed in the ammunition box when the shells were made. The pages were shattered when they were shattered. The cover was also printed with a quote from "The great leader Chairman Mao taught us..."

"I'm enough for my grandfather in this book." Wen Tianyu complained and captured the battalion commander of the division's artillery battalion, "Come on, no gun barrels are launched, you can do it."

The battalion commander of the artillery battalion was also in pain, frowned and said, "I have never practiced this kind of fighting style. Boss, you are making things difficult for me."

Wen Tianyu's face turned dark and said in a deep voice: "Don't call me boss, we are regular soldiers. I am your leader now."

Do regular soldiers use this weapon?

The artillery battalion commander was helpless, so he could only grab the yellow and crisp booklet with his teeth, read it carefully, and ordered him to his subordinates: "Come on, use the engineer to dig a few piles of soil and shoot it."

It is so easy to dig a pile of soil, and the rocket ammunition box is equipped with a simple three-sided ruler. The shells are placed on the pile of soil, and the three-sided ruler is placed on the shells for aiming. Then...

"Do you have a battery?" The artillery battalion commander pointed to the instructions on the booklet, "A battery and two wires are attached to the bottom of the shell and can be ignited."

Is it that simple?

This simple artillery position attracted a lot of people to watch. It was really a shell on a mound. At most, the mound was given an inclination according to the firing table, so that the shells could be shot at targets 500 meters away.

When they said they wanted a battery, everyone looked at Qin Ming. Qin Ming shrugged and pointed to the booklet and said, "Where am I looking for batteries for you now? Didn't the booklet say it? If necessary, you can pry the back cover of the shell open and use a torch to light it for firing."

What did the designers of that year think about using a torch? Did they look for inspiration from the second kick?

Even Wen Tianyu had a dark face, but he could only order: "Why do you want to watch? Pry it!"

The artillery battalion commander could only continue to pry the back cover of the shell and prepare a torch. However, he continued to order: "Prepare all the shells. If the first shot is fine, we will blow the rest out together."

Qin Ming transported 100 artillery shells, so he easily built a firing position of ten to ten. The artillery shells were aimed at the tens of thousands of uncles who were about a few hundred meters away.

"I'm going to fire now." The artillery battalion commander knelt on one knee in front of a pile of soil with a torch in his hand, not very confident. He was not like a modern artilleryman at all, and he was an old gunner who played the boreboat hundreds of years ago.

"Click it, click it." Wen Tianyu urged. To be honest, he had never seen a shell that was fired without a gun barrel.

The artillery battalion commander scorched the torch behind the buttocks of the shell, and the ignition powder immediately began to smoke. After a few seconds, gas came out of the nozzle of the rocket and pushed the shell and flew out with a whoosh.

It was really good to fight, and the friends expressed their surprise. As everyone was watching, the 107mm rocket flew up for a distance, and the tilted nozzle made the rocket rotate around the bullet axis. The warhead crossed the high point and then pierced it head downward.

The rockets were very moving. Old Josie and Babru, who were observing the front line, saw a black dot flying towards them with their tail smoke, overwhelming their heads and exploded in the crowd behind them.

Cannonball?!

The two black leaders' minds immediately buzzed, and a cold sweat appeared. They immediately overturned the idea. The Chinese people opposite were not ruthless, they were going to kill them all!

When the shell was successfully launched, the artillery battalion commander suddenly became confident and shouted: "No problem, I will fire all of them. Blast all one hundred shots."

The advantage of rocket launchers is that they have a high launch density and are suddenly high. Twelve rounds at a time are equivalent to a howitzer battalion. Now one hundred rounds... are simply an artillery division.

Everyone in the artillery battalion grabbed a torch, and after the battalion commander gave the order, they lit fire at the back of the butt of the shells. Ten by ten firing positions began to whizz and smoke continued to whizz, and one after another of the shells flew into the sky.

The howling sounds continued, and one hundred shells fell down like plowing ground, and the blasting explosion waves spread out like a carpet. The black men squatting on the opposite side were just startled by the first shell. When they were getting up and trying to run, the subsequent shells fell beside them.

The dense explosions are unavoidable, and the chaotic crowd has become the best targets. Everyone in the black group is fleeing like a furious person. But no matter how they shout or fight to the death, many people often run dozens of meters or are easily caught up by shells.

One shell covers a radius of about ten meters, and the calculated and arranged 100 shells cover almost tens of thousands of square meters of area. The river berth hundreds of meters away is like a sea of ​​fire ignited with iron and blood. It can be said that no one can escape from the sea of ​​fire.
Chapter completed!