The company commander knelt down with a "thump": "Report to the boss, the enemy has at least one battalion of mercenaries. They can not only fight, but also have excellent weapons. Otherwise, why can my company be wiped out in a few minutes?"

Eddie looked suspicious: "One camp? How did so many people get up? Just one platoon during the day, right?"

The company commander cried: "Boss, there is definitely a battalion. They are too cunning and are hidden in the woods, which only allows us to see a small part."

Eddie glared at the company commander for a long time, but the guy looked calm and his eyes were not at all back. Eddie finally believed it.

He took out the satellite phone: "Mr. Sergei, Yang San's team has arrived in my hometown. They have gathered all the elites and wanted to annihilate me in one fell swoop. I ask for support, not just weapons, you have to personally send air fire support, otherwise I will die this time!"

Sergei was also surprised and confused: "Can you determine the number of people?"

Eddie did not hesitate: "Probably one teacher, all reinstalled. If you don't act, I will be doomed this time."

Sergei seemed to have made up his mind: "Get all your men and horses together, I contact the air force for support. After the bombing, all your men rushed forward, and no enemy was allowed to escape."

"Yes, Mr. Sergei, don't worry. This time I promise to wipe out the enemy completely and turn Suo's country into your territory."

Sergei looked up at the map and asked his subordinates temptedly:

"It seems that his place is a mountain, right? How did the mechanized troops get up?"

The subordinates were also unaware of it, so they scratched their heads: "Maybe they are familiar with the terrain, or there are roads we don't know."

Sergei nodded and put down his doubts: "It seems that the same is true on the cemetery of the great power. No matter how complex the terrain is, there are ways to go. It is completely inaction of the reconnaissance troops!"

His subordinates nodded quickly and agreed. Sergei suffered heavy losses recently, so he didn't dare to give any suggestions blindly. He just followed him. Even if he was wrong, he would have the idea himself.

After a while, a coordinate was sent to Sergei's mobile phone, and Sergei picked up the phone:

"Do you a favor, you will have a thank you very much, coordinates..., be sure to fry all of them for me to flour."

I didn't say a word on the other side of the phone, and seemed to have copied Sergei's coordinates and hung up the phone.

Sergei's smile on his face was gloomy and terrible, and he muttered:

"Battleneck Security, I will definitely let you die this time!"

Half an hour later, two large bombers took off from a base, and one hour later, they flew over Eddie and the others.

Because it is halfway up the mountain, the plane dares not lower the altitude.

The two pilots observed for a long time, but there were some highlights of shadows. They carefully checked the coordinates in their hands, and then they OKed each other.

The plane was large and the load capacity was large, so a long list of bombs were thrown down. The task they received was to throw them into places with many people and places with many tanks and armored vehicles.

Now there is no tank visible at this height, so I can only throw it away in a place where the fire is dense.

As for coordinates, large bombers never need precise strikes on targets. They pursue power and full coverage.

Eddie looked up at the sky and shouted: "Blast them to death with me, blow them up!"

Then a string of black shadows fell from the sky. The company commander just now reacted quickly and threw himself on him:

"Sir, hide quickly, this bomb seems to be coming to us!"

The violent explosions came one after another, and the two bombers dived back and forth for more than a dozen times before they cleared the goods in their stomachs. Then they left.

Yang San was shocked and puzzled, looking at the foot of the mountain with a telescope. Who is going to support them? Could it be Yang Da?

There seems to be no such bomber, Marseille, either? Call and ask.

The team Eddie gathered this time was thousands of people, which was his nest after all. Some were still on the way, but they all suffered unpredictable disasters.
Chapter completed!