Two new trucks and an armed pickup appeared on the road, and the rebel follow-up units arrived.
The 1 heavy machine gun mounted on the pickup truck completely shattered Qin Fei's idea of snatching the car, not to mention that he couldn't raise his head at all now, even if he was lucky enough that the bullets would fly away from him, and then it was useless to rush into the truck.
Under the powerful fire of the 1 heavy machine gun, this antique Soviet-made Ural truck is simply a toy made of paper, and the bullet of the 127 can go directly to the tailgate of the bedside car and then penetrate the compartment board, and finally beat the people in the cab into a pile of rotten meat.
This is not the AK-47 that those black guys are holding in their hands, although the model of the 1 is old, the rate of fire is not fast, and it will get stuck from time to time, but it is old and strong, and it is not too easy to deal with a truck, after all, the caliber determines its power.
At this moment, Qin Fei was lying in the dirt pit, a lot of gravel and sawdust, as well as the sand and gravel splashed by the bullet fell on his body, and he felt the approach of death for the first time.
It's already a desperate situation.
It was only a little bit missing, and Qin Fei couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
Unloaded the magazine and looked at it, there was still half of the bullet left in it, plus there were two fully loaded magazines in the tactical vest, this was his last capital.
Once it is light, there is only waiting for death.
The rebels had dozens of new reinforcements, and their marksmanship was still so bad, charging with guns and strafing indiscriminately, but they had always strictly followed the same tactical principle, always spreading to the flanks, and then trying to outflank their own enemy, and once the outflanking was successful, they would shoot at the target at different angles.
Qin Fei tried to take advantage of the pause of the 1st heavy machine gun to raise his gun to shoot, but this sporadic return fire could not completely stop the swarming black rebels.
Lao Yu and Thor's side couldn't do anything, they were forty meters away from Qin Fei, and they couldn't lift their heads under the pressure of the dense bullets and whistling rockets.
Qin Fei suddenly felt that the commanders of these rebel armies were generally of high quality, although their individual soldier quality was very lame, but they knew how to achieve the best fire suppression.
Even if they didn't have night vision equipment, relying on the sound of gunfire and the muzzle flame generated when they fired, even if they couldn't see the exact location, they still ordered their subordinates to frantically fire RPG rockets at Qin Fei and Lao Yu to strengthen their firepower.
It seems that war does train people, even if they do not receive systematic training and military command instruction, but these rebels who can survive to serve as officers are the elite who have survived various civil wars, not some maniac with manic eyes and no command art, but people who have an extremely thorough understanding of the principles of African wilderness and jungle warfare.
Really going to die?
Qin Fei flashed this thought for the first time, because at this moment he didn't have any chance to turn the tables at all, unless a miracle appeared.
Touching the last grenade on the tactical vest, he was thinking about whether to find an opportunity to rush out and pull a few guys on the road after he ran out of bullets.
He didn't understand why he had such an extremely crazy hero complex in his bones, and he couldn't understand why he thought of this step, he could only attribute it all to the fact that he had been trained in the reconnaissance unit.
Boom – The armed pickup truck, which had been parked on the road and had been firing wildly, was suddenly blown up in a cloud of fire, scattering fragments and corpses.
The old fish raised his head and watched this scene in amazement.
He didn't realize what the hell was going on?
Could it be that those black dudes blew up their own cars by playing with grenades?
But this explosion is clearly not something that a grenade can do.
Then, Qin Fei, who was lying in the dirt pit, heard a strange sound of "Fufu" coming from the treetops, Qin Fei seemed to have heard this sound in his consciousness, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he quickly curled up and lay at the bottom of the pit.
It was the sound of a mortar shell flying, and judging by the rapidity of the sound, it had reached the top of the woods, that is, above its head, perhaps less than twenty meters away.
Sure enough, a fireball exploded more than twenty meters away from Qin Fei.
More than a dozen rebels suddenly screamed and screamed, and some people were pushed out directly by the air wave and crashed into the trees and were shocked to death.
Judging from the power of the explosion, the caliber of this mortar shell is not large, maybe only about 60-80 mm caliber, but the explosion range is also about ten meters, which is enough for those black buddies to drink a pot.
Qin Fei didn't dare to move, he knew the principle of mortar shooting, the first shot must be a proofreading design, once the landing point is correct, the next step will be the rapid fire of the natural brand.
His guess was correct, and soon he heard the sound of mortar shells spinning through the air.
Boom – Boom – Boom – Several shells passed, followed by cheerful machine-gun fire.
Not the dull "Tongtong" sound of the 127 large-caliber 1, but the crisp 762 machine gun sound.
He ventured out of the pit and found the rebel soldiers retreating en masse, in a panicked and disorganized formation, apparently their commander had seen God, and there was no one to direct him.
Qin Fei picked up a few rebels who were soaking behind, and turned to look in the direction of Lao Yu.
He knew that it must not be Lao Yu who came to save him, but that reinforcements had arrived, but he didn't know who the reinforcements were.
On the road, two "Badger" wheeled infantry armored vehicles slowly approached from a distance, with two 762 machine guns on the roofs of these vehicles.
The armored car stopped on the side of the road, the armored door in front of the right opened, and more than a dozen heavily armed mercenaries wearing tactical pants such as 511 and camouflage short sleeves and Kevlar helmets and night vision goggles got out of the car.
Revitalization is methodical and apparently rigorously trained.
"Old fish!"
A middle-aged mercenary with a beard, who looked like the leader of the team, shouted into the woods: "We have come to save you." ” Lao Yu didn't take care of this beard, but rushed to Qin Fei's side as soon as possible.
"Qin Fei, are you okay?"
"It's okay, I can't die."
Qin Fei shook the soil from the pit and got up, "It's a big life." ” "You're really crazy!"
Lao Yu couldn't help but smile when he saw that Qin Fei was fine, "You're just a madman, but I like it, it seems that our troops still have successors after so many years." ” Qin Fei smiled and didn't answer, could he tell Lao Yu that he was a murderer?
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Is there a successor?
"Who are who?"
Qin Fei changed the subject, "It seems that they saved us." ” "They're a clown team, and we're hired by the same company."
The old fish's face sank suddenly, and he looked at the beard that was walking towards him, and his eyes were full of anger.
"Vincent!
You bitch!
Thor rushed from somewhere, like an angry rugby player, he lifted the beard and threw it the mud.