What made the mercenaries feel lucky was that the devilish sound of cannon finally stopped, which made them finally boldly prepare for shooting. However, the off-road performance of wheeled armored vehicles is also very poor, and the lower roadbed is easy, and now it is a bit difficult to get on the upper roadbed.

On the position, the reason why the fire stopped was not because the army was happy enough, but because they had no shells. Because they set out in a hurry, they did not carry many shells when they were pulling the cannons.

Seeing that the guns in the distance had turned around, and then saw the army looking unsatisfied. The cannon leader asked carefully: "Brother Jun, should we retreat?"

Like Jing Jian and others, the army was also an artilleryman, so they knew to transfer in time to prevent the enemy's artillery fire from counterattacking. The army finally stood up: "Then let's go!"

Suddenly, the army saw that the gunners were busy restoring the marching state of the 37th cannon, and he was very surprised: "What are you still busy with? The shells are about to fly over. It is important to take care of people first, so this cannon will be left here."

"But..." The gunman seemed reluctant to let it go. The old tradition of the army was hard-won and wanted to keep it as good as possible.

However, the army understood that it would take a few minutes to change to the state of marching, and it would be too late to go: "It's awkward. Go quickly." As he spoke, the army opened the car door and got into the car, "Don't you understand the preservation of your strength? This cannon may not be damaged. Even if it is bombed, I will find a way to get you a cannon in the future."

"Then let's go." The gunman finally agreed. After starting the car, he became excited again, "Brother Jun, haha, I wonder what our battle results are?"

"Results?" In fact, the army was also very comfortable. "Anyway, the late discharge mission has been completed, and it will take half an hour to reorganize the team at the earliest. The most annoying thing is that you didn't get too much ammunition, otherwise their casualties would be even greater."

"Isn't that too late? We have to hurry to come to the position and move other ammunition into the warehouse."

"Haha, you all make sense anyway. After we finish our work, we will see Brother Gui and the others later."

Just as they were talking about this, Dajun and the others suddenly heard a round of shells plowing the ground repeatedly on the position behind the car. The army smiled at the cannon leader beside them: "My man, it seems that this cannon is really impossible to save."

...

In fact, mercenaries spent more time resting than expected.

About half an hour later, Foremann shook his head repeatedly as he listened to his subordinates reporting the casualties. He finally couldn't help but shook his head: "Who can tell me what's going on? Who can tell me? There are 34 cars, 11 of which cannot be started, and 3 of them are armored vehicles. 271 people, 45 were killed in battle and 41 were injured, and 14 were seriously injured. The enemy only had one broken cannon, and all of them ran away. And I don't know who the opponent is? Where did they go? I have never fought such a bad battle!"

When he heard Foreman get angry, a subordinate began to shirk responsibility: "It was the shot that bastard Dean fired. May God bless his soul. Everyone has already greeted him, so we should communicate. Now, as soon as he fires, we will get shells."

Another mercenary next to him had other speculations: "Did we leak the secret? We were beaten to ambush?"

"Silly pig, just use a cannon to ambush? If there is really an ambush, arrange more people here to ensure that none of us can get out of it."

“…”

Listening to his subordinates arguing, Foreman felt that the possibility of ambush was very small. However, he was very troubled now. The wounded should be sent to the rear as soon as possible, otherwise there would be no treatment here. And what should we do with the next action?

"Mr. Foreman, I know that this is Chinese." The guide sent by Mayor Demare survived the disaster. He found Foreman, "They came to find oil and later built a factory here..."

Forman was so angry that he was interested in listening to these nonsense: "So are the Chinese here? Are they so strong? How many people? How many equipment? How many troops do they have?"

"Uh..." The guide was speechless when asked.

When the guide only knew some gossip but didn't know any useful information, Foreman was even more angry: "I said nigger, why don't you die? Get out! Be careful, don't show up in front of me."

But the guide seemed to suddenly remember something: "Yes, there is an information that is very important. Those Chinese people have a good relationship with Busancho, who usurped power..."

Forman was completely impatient and shouted: "Get out! Get out! Good relationship? We are working for you, not saving your life. I need their intelligence and don't want those ridiculous friendships!"

Forman shook his head angrily, but he had already made a judgment in his heart that the Chinese might be serving that goal. Therefore, he was blocked from the road ahead and caught himself off guard. As he was thinking, he heard a subordinate asking: "Boss, what should we do? Should we continue? Or go back?"

"Have Thomas contacted?" Foreman asked, fortunately there was a backup radio station in an armored vehicle.

"I've contacted it and his telegram will be translated to you soon."

Forman ran to the radio station and waited for the cryptographer to translate the telegram. The communication conditions were too poor, there was no walkie-talkie, and there was no mobile phone. He could not contact directly at all, and he could only convey messages from both sides through the telegram.

Finally, when the translation was completed, Forman snatched the telegram. The content of the telegram was very simple: Forman was authorized to temporarily command, and let him judge whether to advance or retreat. Also, Thomas sent three helicopters to support him.

After reading the telegram, Foreman weighed it a little. Then he made a decision: "Driving all the moving cars on the road, we turn around and save the injured guys first."

To be honest, most of the mercenaries are absolutely sluggish now. They are completely confused and no longer want to continue to wade into muddy waters. It is okay to make money by licking blood from the knife, but it is boring to die in vain.

But there are still a few who are stupid and bold. When they heard that they were going to retreat, they raised objections: "Boss, if we go back, we won't get that much money."

Looking at those stupid and bold people, Forman was speechless. Is this money but not life? However, he was about to persuade him, but he saw smoke and dust rolling in the distance. Forman raised his telescope and was immediately startled: "Where did the mechanized troops come from? There are all tanks and armored vehicles? Get in the car immediately, and we all leave!"
Chapter completed!