The port is the property of Chief Duamang, and no one dares to have a bad idea.
But the Victoria Lake Development Zone is different. These NACs have paid taxes to Chief Du Amman, and it is unlikely that their actions will attract defenders from Mombasan.
It is precisely because of this that these people dare to take action.
As the alarm sounded, the entire gathering place became busy like a pot of boiled wastewater.
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 walls, bunkers, shooting platforms, etc.
As for the remaining engineers in construction, agriculture, water conservancy, etc., they retreated into the underground bunker located in the center of the settlement under Feng Yuan's command.
There is enough food and fresh water stored in the underground bunker to maintain the normal life of 500 people for six months. Even if the settlement does not believe it, these six months will be enough for NAC to rescue people.
As for slaves, of course they are not treated that well.
Everyone was driven back to the dormitory, with the doors and windows tightly closed, waiting for the final result.
For those who have combat experience, each person sends a rifle to stand at the forefront.
If you can survive in the end, you may be able to get rid of the status of a slave based on how many people you killed.
If you can't survive, you can only die gloriously as a cannon fodder.
Just as the settlement was preparing to fight, more than 30 trucks two kilometers away had already left the road and walked behind the mound that could not be directly observed from the settlement wall.
There is the border of the development zone, and a simple farm built of wood is located in which a farm motorcycle is parked and two hunting rifles are placed to drive away wild animals.
A dozen tribal soldiers quickly occupied the farm and dug out mortar positions behind the wooden house.
Soon, with a few dull bangs, several mortar shells drilled into the sky with a few tufts of black smoke, and hit the positions of the settlement heavily.
One of the hairs fell into the garden and blew up a few transplanted birch trees to pieces. The other hairs unfortunately smashed the window of the front apartment building and blew the wall under the windows directly out.
Fortunately, the building did not collapse, but the few Indian slaves hiding inside would definitely not be able to survive.
The rest of the shells fell on the wall, and there were no casualties except for scraping off a layer of concrete skin and injuring two cannon fodder slaves who were careless.
Almost at the beginning of the first round of artillery fire on the opposite side, the counter-air bombardment was quickly launched in this part of the settlement.
Several electromagnetic catapults were in place, and soon the shells were shot by electromagnetic catapults and exploded behind the farm.
Shields swayed from the raging winds, and several wooden buildings were quickly blown up, and the artillery positions behind the wooden house were blown up.
Except for a few black gunners who jumped into foxgloves and escaped, most of them were killed and destroyed.
As the wooden house collapsed, the tribal soldiers inside were clamoring and hurriedly evacuated from the collapsed bunker.
Behind the mound on the other side, militants had dug out a T-shaped tunnel with engineer shovels, set up machine guns to strafuse the fence to cover the front line troops to retreat.
There is nothing wrong with the whole set of tactics, but unfortunately they meet people from NAC.
More than half of the private guards employed by these future people are demobilized soldiers who retired from several NAC legions.
Of course, the soldiers on the wall would not feel sorry for the agricultural motorcycle, and ignored the bullets fired from the mound. Several heavy machine guns were thrust at the wreckage of the wooden house. In less than two seconds, the dozen tribal soldiers who had crawled out of the bunker and retreated to the ground.
The shooter on the hood skillfully set up the sniper rifle and began to shoot the fire points on the opposite side.
With a few gunshots, the firepower on the opposite side gradually weakened.
Of course there are snipers on the opposite side, but the shooting levels and weapon accuracy of both sides are obviously not on the same level.
The first round of feint attack ended with the failure of these militants.
Except for a few riflemen and gunners who were suppressed behind the bunkers, all militants retreated behind the mound.
After changing into the exoskeleton, Feng Yuan lowered his body, drilled into the bunker outside the wall, and found the security captain Jabes, who would develop in the future.
This survivor from North America is a mercenary who was once active on the west coast of North America and has rich combat experience.
After serving in Qianshao Town for half a year, he went to Shanghai due to work transfer. By chance, he was recruited as a private guard by the Future Group and sent to Africa for permanent residence.
How is the situation?How many people are opposite?Have you seen it clearly?The floor vibrated slightly, Feng Yuan cursed inwardly, and quickly reached out to hold the table and stood firm. The mortars from both sides were still in sporadic exchange of fire, which was already the front line of the exchange of fire.
More than five hundred people, less than one thousand people.The wave just now was just a feint attack, and it is very likely that it was just a subordinate or slave in the tribe. The specific situation needs to be seen again. Our drone has just been released.Holding the telescope in his hand, Jabes stared at the weed mound outside the shooting hole, his brows furrowed together. You quickly contact the port and let the NAC Marines stationed there come to support.
But there are also our employees in the port.Feng Yuan hesitated, if those indigenous people took advantage of our people coming from the port to support us and attacked our station in the port...
It is impossible. The port is the property of the chieftain. If you are not at ease, you can let our employees at the port get on the ship first. These indigenous people will never be able to chase them to the sea.Jabes said.
After hesitating for a moment, Feng Yuan finally gritted his teeth, turned on the EP switch, and called the NAC Marines stationed at the port.
These people were arranged by the NAC to escort the cargo ship, mainly to deal with pirates in South Asia, and their combat effectiveness is naturally impeccable.
There is no power armor in the development zone, and there is more defensive power but insufficient offensive power.
As the security captain said, it is the safest way to call for regular troops to support without seeing clearly the number of militants outside.
At this moment, on the mound outside the wall of the settlement, tribes carrying various types of rifles were waving shovels and wooden shovels, digging out a crooked tunnel.
Among them is not only black people, but also many slaves of other skin colors.
The bullets squirted over their heads, and someone showed up and would soon lose their lives.
Both sides used mortar shells to test each other. The people in the walls were defeated by firepower, while the natives behind the mounds were defeated by attacking fixed targets without careful aiming.
In the trench not far from the firefighting position, the tribes used wood and sandbags to build a bomb crater as a temporary command post.
One tall and the other is short, two black men dressed in weird clothes are standing under the shed of this command post.
The tall and burly figure was like a gorilla, wearing only a robe that covered the body, and an orange-yellow bullet worn with ropes hung around his neck.
His facial features were ferocious, his forehead was wide, his jaw was protruding forward, and his eyes were emitting a fierce light.
If it is placed in the Pan Asia territory, this look alone will be enough to make the survivors you see flee in panic.
Because of this look, he looks so similar to a mutant, and he is the most dangerous lead-skinned mutant, the kind who can tear power armor with his hands.
The short man hooked his back, wrinkles on his face, and a shrewd light flashed in his eyes.
He was wearing a long robe with complex patterns, which was somewhat similar to the court officials of the chief, but also somewhat different.
I think I should be a nobleman in other tribes, but my status should be quite high.
But the Victoria Lake Development Zone is different. These NACs have paid taxes to Chief Du Amman, and it is unlikely that their actions will attract defenders from Mombasan.
It is precisely because of this that these people dare to take action.
As the alarm sounded, the entire gathering place became busy like a pot of boiled wastewater.
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 walls, bunkers, shooting platforms, etc.
As for the remaining engineers in construction, agriculture, water conservancy, etc., they retreated into the underground bunker located in the center of the settlement under Feng Yuan's command.
There is enough food and fresh water stored in the underground bunker to maintain the normal life of 500 people for six months. Even if the settlement does not believe it, these six months will be enough for NAC to rescue people.
As for slaves, of course they are not treated that well.
Everyone was driven back to the dormitory, with the doors and windows tightly closed, waiting for the final result.
For those who have combat experience, each person sends a rifle to stand at the forefront.
If you can survive in the end, you may be able to get rid of the status of a slave based on how many people you killed.
If you can't survive, you can only die gloriously as a cannon fodder.
Just as the settlement was preparing to fight, more than 30 trucks two kilometers away had already left the road and walked behind the mound that could not be directly observed from the settlement wall.
There is the border of the development zone, and a simple farm built of wood is located in which a farm motorcycle is parked and two hunting rifles are placed to drive away wild animals.
A dozen tribal soldiers quickly occupied the farm and dug out mortar positions behind the wooden house.
Soon, with a few dull bangs, several mortar shells drilled into the sky with a few tufts of black smoke, and hit the positions of the settlement heavily.
One of the hairs fell into the garden and blew up a few transplanted birch trees to pieces. The other hairs unfortunately smashed the window of the front apartment building and blew the wall under the windows directly out.
Fortunately, the building did not collapse, but the few Indian slaves hiding inside would definitely not be able to survive.
The rest of the shells fell on the wall, and there were no casualties except for scraping off a layer of concrete skin and injuring two cannon fodder slaves who were careless.
Almost at the beginning of the first round of artillery fire on the opposite side, the counter-air bombardment was quickly launched in this part of the settlement.
Several electromagnetic catapults were in place, and soon the shells were shot by electromagnetic catapults and exploded behind the farm.
Shields swayed from the raging winds, and several wooden buildings were quickly blown up, and the artillery positions behind the wooden house were blown up.
Except for a few black gunners who jumped into foxgloves and escaped, most of them were killed and destroyed.
As the wooden house collapsed, the tribal soldiers inside were clamoring and hurriedly evacuated from the collapsed bunker.
Behind the mound on the other side, militants had dug out a T-shaped tunnel with engineer shovels, set up machine guns to strafuse the fence to cover the front line troops to retreat.
There is nothing wrong with the whole set of tactics, but unfortunately they meet people from NAC.
More than half of the private guards employed by these future people are demobilized soldiers who retired from several NAC legions.
Of course, the soldiers on the wall would not feel sorry for the agricultural motorcycle, and ignored the bullets fired from the mound. Several heavy machine guns were thrust at the wreckage of the wooden house. In less than two seconds, the dozen tribal soldiers who had crawled out of the bunker and retreated to the ground.
The shooter on the hood skillfully set up the sniper rifle and began to shoot the fire points on the opposite side.
With a few gunshots, the firepower on the opposite side gradually weakened.
Of course there are snipers on the opposite side, but the shooting levels and weapon accuracy of both sides are obviously not on the same level.
The first round of feint attack ended with the failure of these militants.
Except for a few riflemen and gunners who were suppressed behind the bunkers, all militants retreated behind the mound.
After changing into the exoskeleton, Feng Yuan lowered his body, drilled into the bunker outside the wall, and found the security captain Jabes, who would develop in the future.
This survivor from North America is a mercenary who was once active on the west coast of North America and has rich combat experience.
After serving in Qianshao Town for half a year, he went to Shanghai due to work transfer. By chance, he was recruited as a private guard by the Future Group and sent to Africa for permanent residence.
How is the situation?How many people are opposite?Have you seen it clearly?The floor vibrated slightly, Feng Yuan cursed inwardly, and quickly reached out to hold the table and stood firm. The mortars from both sides were still in sporadic exchange of fire, which was already the front line of the exchange of fire.
More than five hundred people, less than one thousand people.The wave just now was just a feint attack, and it is very likely that it was just a subordinate or slave in the tribe. The specific situation needs to be seen again. Our drone has just been released.Holding the telescope in his hand, Jabes stared at the weed mound outside the shooting hole, his brows furrowed together. You quickly contact the port and let the NAC Marines stationed there come to support.
But there are also our employees in the port.Feng Yuan hesitated, if those indigenous people took advantage of our people coming from the port to support us and attacked our station in the port...
It is impossible. The port is the property of the chieftain. If you are not at ease, you can let our employees at the port get on the ship first. These indigenous people will never be able to chase them to the sea.Jabes said.
After hesitating for a moment, Feng Yuan finally gritted his teeth, turned on the EP switch, and called the NAC Marines stationed at the port.
These people were arranged by the NAC to escort the cargo ship, mainly to deal with pirates in South Asia, and their combat effectiveness is naturally impeccable.
There is no power armor in the development zone, and there is more defensive power but insufficient offensive power.
As the security captain said, it is the safest way to call for regular troops to support without seeing clearly the number of militants outside.
At this moment, on the mound outside the wall of the settlement, tribes carrying various types of rifles were waving shovels and wooden shovels, digging out a crooked tunnel.
Among them is not only black people, but also many slaves of other skin colors.
The bullets squirted over their heads, and someone showed up and would soon lose their lives.
Both sides used mortar shells to test each other. The people in the walls were defeated by firepower, while the natives behind the mounds were defeated by attacking fixed targets without careful aiming.
In the trench not far from the firefighting position, the tribes used wood and sandbags to build a bomb crater as a temporary command post.
One tall and the other is short, two black men dressed in weird clothes are standing under the shed of this command post.
The tall and burly figure was like a gorilla, wearing only a robe that covered the body, and an orange-yellow bullet worn with ropes hung around his neck.
His facial features were ferocious, his forehead was wide, his jaw was protruding forward, and his eyes were emitting a fierce light.
If it is placed in the Pan Asia territory, this look alone will be enough to make the survivors you see flee in panic.
Because of this look, he looks so similar to a mutant, and he is the most dangerous lead-skinned mutant, the kind who can tear power armor with his hands.
The short man hooked his back, wrinkles on his face, and a shrewd light flashed in his eyes.
He was wearing a long robe with complex patterns, which was somewhat similar to the court officials of the chief, but also somewhat different.
I think I should be a nobleman in other tribes, but my status should be quite high.
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