I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1564: Feint attack

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The port is the property of Chief Duaman, and no one dares to use his brain. However, the Lake Victoria Development Zone is different. These NAC people have already paid taxes to Chief Duamand. At this time, it is unlikely that they will attract the defenders of Mombasan.

That ’s exactly what it is, and these talents dare to do it.

As the alarm sounded, the whole gathering place was busy like the waste water boiling in the same pot. Among the 500 employees stationed in the settlement, more than 200 are private guards recruited by future people. At this moment, all the exoskeletons have been worn and boarded fixed bunkers such as fences, bunkers and shooting platforms.

As for the remaining engineers in construction, agriculture, water conservancy, etc., under the direction of Feng Yuan, they withdrew into the underground bunker located in the middle of the settlement. There is enough food and fresh water in the underground bunker to maintain the normal life of 500 people for six months. Even if the settlement is not believed to fall, the six months are enough for the NAC to rescue the people.

As for slaves, of course, they are not so well treated.

Everyone was rushed back to the dormitory, doors and windows closed tightly, waiting for the final result. People who have battle experience, each send a rifle standing on the front line. If you can survive in the end, depending on how many people have been killed, you may be able to get rid of your slave status. If you can’t survive, you can only die gloriously as a cannon fodder.

Just as the settlement was about to face the battle, more than thirty trucks two kilometers away had left the road and went around the mounds that were not directly observable from the settlement wall. There is a boundary of the development zone, where a simple farm made of wood is parked. There is an agricultural locomotive parked with two shotguns for driving wild animals.

A dozen tribal soldiers quickly occupied the farm, digging a mortar position behind the wooden house. A few muffled sounds soon, several mortar shells hit the sky with a handful of black smoke, and hit the settlement position heavily.

One of them fell in the garden and exploded several transplanted birch trees. The other shot unfortunately smashed the window of the front apartment building and knocked the wall under the window. Fly out directly. Fortunately, the building did not collapse, but the few Indian slaves hiding inside were certainly unable to survive.

The rest of the shells fell on the surrounding wall. Except for scraping off a layer of concrete skin and injuring two slaves who were inadvertently evading, there were no casualties.

Almost at the beginning of the first round of shelling on the opposite side, counter-attacks were quickly launched on the side of the settlement. Several electromagnetic projectile mortars were in place, and soon a few bangs were ejected by the electromagnetic projectile and burst apart behind the farm.

The shrapnel raged raging, and several wooden buildings were quickly exploded, along with the artillery positions behind the wooden house. Except for a few black gunners who jumped into the foxhole and escaped, most of them were killed and maimed.

As the log cabin collapsed, the tribal soldiers inside screamed and hurriedly withdrew from the collapsed bunker. Behind the mound on the other side, the militants have used an engineer shovel to dig out a T-shaped tunnel, set up a machine gun to shoot at the direction of the surrounding wall, and cover the frontline troops to retreat.

The whole set of tactics is not a problem, but it is a pity that they met NAC people. More than half of these private guards hired by future people are retired soldiers who have retired from several NAC legions.

Of course, the soldiers on the surrounding wall will not be distressed by the agricultural locomotive, and ignore the bullets from the mound. Several heavy machine guns are suddenly bursting against the wreckage of the wooden house. The dozen or so tribal soldiers who retreated from the bunker were killed on the ground.

The shooter on the sentry tower skillfully set up the sniper rifle and began to fire the fire points on the opposite side. With several gunshots, the firepower on the opposite side gradually weakened. Of course there are snipers on the opposite side, but the shooting level and weapon accuracy of both sides are obviously not on the same level.

The first round of feinting ended in the failure of these militants.

Except for several riflemen and gunners who were suppressed and unable to move behind the bunkers, all the militants withdrew behind the mound.

Putting on the exoskeleton, Feng Yuan lowered his body and drilled into the bunker outside the fence to find the security captain of the future, Jarbez.

This survivor from North America was a mercenary who was once active on the west coast of North America and has extensive combat experience. After serving in the outpost town for half a year, he went to Wanghai City due to work transfer. Under the chance, he was recruited as a personal **** by the Future Group and sent to the African region.

“How is the situation? How many people are on the opposite side? Have you seen clearly?” The floor shook slightly, Feng Yuan scolded, and quickly reached out to hold the table steady. The mortars on both sides were still sporadic. Crossfire, here is already the front line of the crossfire.

“More than five hundred people and less than one thousand people. That wave was just a feint just now. It may be just a layman or a slave in the tribe. The specific situation has to be looked at again. Our drone has just been released.” Looking at the telescope, Jarbes stared at the grassy mound outside the shooting hole, his eyebrows screwed together, “You quickly contact the port side, let the NAC Marines stationed there come over to support.”

“But there are also our employees on the other side of the port.” Feng Yuan hesitated. “If those indigenous people take advantage of our people from the port to attack and attack our station in the port …”

“Impossible, the port is the property of the chieftain. If you are not worried, you can let our employees in the port get on the boat first. These indigenous people can never chase to the sea.” Jarbes said.

After hesitating for a while, Feng Yuan finally gritted his teeth, turned on the EP switch, and called the NAC Marines stationed on the side of the port. These people were arranged by the NAC to **** the freighters, mainly to deal with pirates in South Asia, and their combat effectiveness is naturally impeccable.

There is no power armor in the development zone, which has more defensive strength but insufficient offensive strength. As the security captain said, it is safest to call for regular army support without knowing exactly how many militants there are outside.

At this moment, on the mound outside the wall of the settlement, the tribesmen carrying various types of rifles are waving shovel and wooden shovel and digging a crooked tunnel. Among them, not only black people, but also many slaves of other skin colors.

The bullets whizzed over their heads, and some people showed their heads, and they would soon lose their lives. The two sides tested each other with mortar shells. The people in the surrounding wall were better at firepower, while the indigenous people behind the mound were better at attacking fixed targets without careful aiming.

In a trench not far from the crossfire position, this group of tribesmen used wood and sandbags to build a bulletproof crater as a temporary command post. One tall and one short, two black men in weird outfits are standing under the shed of this command post.

The tall, burly figure resembles a gorilla, wearing only a cover-up robe and orange-colored bullets hanging around his neck. His facial features are fierce, his frontal bones are wide, his jaw protrudes, and his two mung beans seem to glow fiercely in his eyes.

If it is placed in the pan-Asian realm, this picture alone is enough to make the survivors seen run away. Because of this look, he looks so much like the mutant, or the most dangerous leaded skin mutant who can tear the power armor.

The short man hooked his back, his face wrinkled, and his eyes shone brilliantly. Wearing a long dress with a complicated pattern, it is similar to that of the Chieftain’s courtier, but there are some differences. It should be a noble in other tribes, in short, the status should not be low.