MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 1564 Attack

The port is the property of the chief of Du Aman, and no one dares to use his brain. But the Lake Victoria Development Zone is different. These nac people have already paid taxes to the Du Aman Chief, and they are unlikely to attract the guardians of Mombasan at this time.

It is also the calculation of this point, these talents dare to do it.

As the alarm sounded, the entire gathering place, like the same pot of boiling water, was busy. Of the 500 employees stationed in the settlements, more than 200 are private guards recruited for future development. At this moment, all exoskeletons have been worn and boarded a fixed bunker such as walls, bunkers and shooting platforms.

As for the remaining engineers in construction, agriculture, water conservancy, etc., under the command of Feng Yuan, they were evacuated into the underground bunker located in the center of the settlement. In the underground bunker, there are enough food and fresh water to maintain the normal life of 500 people for six months. Even if the settlement does not believe to fall, the six months is enough for nac to save people.

As for the slaves, of course, not so good treatment.

Everyone was rushed back to the dormitory, the doors and windows were closed, waiting for the final result. Those who have had combat experience, each with a rifle standing at the forefront. If you can survive in the end, depending on how many people have been killed, you may be able to get rid of the identity of the slave. If you can't live, you can only die as a cannon fodder.

Just as the settlements were ready to fight, more than 30 trucks two kilometers away had already left the road and circled behind the mounds that could not be directly observed from the settlement walls. It is the border of the development zone, and there is a simple farm built of wood, parked in a farm locomotive, with two shotguns for driving wild animals.

More than a dozen tribal soldiers quickly occupied the farm and dug a mortar field behind the wooden house. Soon after a few muffled sounds, several mortar shells smashed into the sky with a few black smoke, and slammed into the position of the settlement.

One of them fell into the garden, and several of the transplanted birch trees were smashed. The other one unfortunately opened the window of the front row of apartment buildings and directly bombed the wall under the window. Fly out. Fortunately, the building did not collapse, but a few Indian slaves hiding inside must not live.

The rest of the shells landed on the fence. In addition to scraping off a layer of concrete and injuring two inadvertent cannon fodders, there were no casualties.

Almost at the beginning of the first round of shelling on the opposite side, counter-casting was quickly launched on the settlement. Several electromagnetic bombs were fired in place, and soon a few shells were fired into the air and exploded behind the farm.

The shrapnel smashed from the raging, and several wooden buildings were quickly blown up, and the artillery positions behind the wooden house were also blown up. Except for a few black gunners who jumped into the foxhole and escaped, most of them were killed and killed.

As the chalet collapsed, the tribal soldiers inside screamed and hurriedly withdrew from the collapsed bunker. Behind the mound on the other side, the militants have used the engineering soldiers to dig a t-shaped tunnel, set up a machine gun to shoot in the direction of the wall, and cover the front line troops to withdraw.

The whole set of tactics is no problem, but unfortunately they are confronted with nac people. More than half of the private guards employed by these future generations are retired soldiers who have retired from several nac regiments.

The soldiers on the wall will certainly not feel bad about the agricultural locomotive. They will not pay attention to the bullets that are shot from the mound. The wreckage of some heavy machine guns against the wooden house is a sudden outburst. In less than two seconds, the dozens will be The tribal soldiers who had been removed from the bunker were killed on the ground.

The shooter on the tower skillfully set up the sniper rifle and began to shoot at the opposite fire point. With a few shots, the firepower on the opposite side gradually weakened. There are of course snipers on the opposite side, but the shooting level and weapon accuracy of both sides are obviously not on a horizontal line.

The first round of attacks broke out with the failure of these militants.

All the militants withdrew from behind the mounds, except for a few riflemen and gunners who were suppressed from moving behind the bunker.

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

The survivor from North America is a mercenary who has been active on the west coast of North America and has extensive combat experience. After serving in the outpost town for half a year, he was transferred to Wanghai City due to work transfer. By chance, he was recruited as a private guard by the Future People Group and sent to the African region for permanent residence.

"How is the situation? How many people are there? See clearly?" The floor was slightly shaken, Feng Yuan snorted and quickly reached out and held the table. The mortars on both sides were still in a sporadic exchange of fire. It is already the front line of crossfire.

"More than 500 people, less than a thousand people. Just that wave is just a sniper attack, it is very likely that it is only a subordinate or a slave in the tribe. The specific situation has to be seen again. Our drone has just been released." Holding a telescope in the hand, Jabes stared at the grassy mound outside the shooting hole, and his brows were screwed together. "You quickly contact the port and let the nac Marine Corps stationed there come over to support."

“There are also our employees on the other side of the port.” Feng Yuan hesitated, “If those who are indigenous to us come from the port to support, attack our port in the port...”

"Impossible, the port is the property of the great chief. If you don't worry, let our staff at the port get on the boat first. These indigenous people can't always catch up with the sea," said Jarbes.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Yuan finally bit his teeth, opened the ep switch, and called the nac Marine Corps stationed at the port. These people are nac arranged to **** the cargo ship, mainly to deal with pirates in South Asia, the combat power is naturally impeccable.

There is no power armor in the development zone, but there is more defense power but insufficient offensive power. As the security captain said, calling the regular army support is the safest way to see how many armed elements are outside.

At this moment, on the mound outside the fence of the settlement, the tribes carrying various types of rifles are waving iron shovel and raft, and dug a twisted tunnel. These are not only black people, but also many slaves of other skin colors.

The bullets slammed on top of their heads, and some people showed their heads, and they soon lost their lives. The two sides used mortars and shells to test each other. The people in the wall were better than the firepower, and the indigenous people behind the mounds were better than attacking the fixed targets without careful aiming.

In the ditch not far from the crossfire position, the tribes used wooden and sandbags to build a crater as a temporary command post. One tall and one short, two black men dressed in weird, standing under the shed of the command post.

The tall one is burly, just like a gorilla, with only a covered robes on his body, and orange-colored bullets that are worn with ropes around his neck. His facial features, the frontal bones are wide, the lower jaws are protruding, and the two mung beans seem to have fierce eyes.

If it is placed in the realm of Pan-Asian, this appearance alone is enough to make the survivors who see it run away. Because of this appearance, he and the mutant grow up too much, or the most dangerous lead-skinned mutant, who can tear the power armor.

The short man was hooked on his back, his face was wrinkled and his eyes sparkled with shrewd light. The body is covered with a complex long dress, similar to the dress of the Grand Chief, but with some differences. I want to be a nobleman among other tribes. In general, the status should not be low.