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The port is the property of Chief Duamang, and no one dares to mess with it. But the Lake Victoria Development Zone is different. These NAC people have already paid taxes to Chief Duamang. It is unlikely that they will attract the defenders of Mombasan if they take action at this time.
It was precisely because of this that these people dared to take action.
As the alarm sounded, the entire gathering place became busy like a pot of boiling waste water. Among the 500 employees stationed in the settlement, more than 200 are private guards recruited by Future People. At this time, all exoskeletons have been worn and they have boarded fixed bunkers 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 withdrew into the underground bunker located in the center of the settlement. There is enough food and fresh water stored in the underground bunker to sustain the normal life of five hundred people for six months. Even if the settlement does not believe it has fallen, these six months are enough for the NAC to rescue the people.
As for slaves, of course they were not treated that well.
Everyone was rushed back to the dormitory, with the doors and windows closed, waiting for the final result. Those with combat experience were each issued a rifle and stood at the front line. If he survived in the end, he would be rewarded based on how many people he killed, and he might be able to get rid of his status as a slave. If you can't survive, you can only die gloriously as cannon fodder.
Just as the settlement was preparing to fight, more than 30 trucks two kilometers away had already left the road and circled behind the mound that could not be directly observed from the settlement wall. There is the boundary of the development zone, and there is a simple farm built of wood. There is an agricultural motorcycle parked inside and two shotguns used to drive away wild animals.
A dozen tribal soldiers quickly took over the farm, digging out mortar positions behind the cabins. Soon there were several muffled bangs, and several mortar shells shot up into the sky along with a few puffs of black smoke, hitting the settlement's position heavily.
One of them landed in the garden, blowing several transplanted birch trees to pieces, and the other unfortunately smashed open the window of the front apartment building, directly blowing up the wall under the window. Fly out. Fortunately, the building did not collapse, but the few Indian slaves hiding inside would definitely not survive.
The rest of the cannonballs landed on the wall, and apart from scraping off a layer of concrete and injuring two cannon fodder slaves who had escaped carelessly, there were no casualties.
Almost as soon as the first round of shelling from the opposite side started, the settlement quickly launched a counter-shelling. Several electromagnetic catapult mortars were put into position, and soon a few shells were launched into the air by electromagnetic catapults and exploded behind the farm.
Shrapnel swished through, and several wooden buildings were quickly blown to pieces, as well as the artillery positions behind the wooden houses. Except for a few black gunners who escaped by jumping into foxholes, most of them were killed and maimed.
As the wooden house collapsed, the tribal soldiers inside screamed and hurriedly evacuated from the collapsed bunker. Behind the mound on the other side, the militants had dug a T-shaped tunnel with engineering shovels, set up machine guns and fired in the direction of the wall to cover the retreat of the frontline troops.
There was nothing wrong with the whole set of tactics, but it was a pity that they encountered people from NAC. More than half of the private guards hired by these future people are demobilized soldiers who have retired from several NAC legions.
Of course, the soldiers on the wall didn't feel sorry for the agricultural motorcycle. They ignored the bullets fired from the mound. Several heavy machine guns fired at the wreckage of the wooden house. In less than two seconds, the dozen or so people were killed. The tribal soldiers who retreated out of the bunker were pinned to death on the ground.
The shooters on the sentry tower skillfully set up their sniper rifles and began to fire bursts at the fire points on the opposite side. With the sound of 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 feints ended in the failure of these militants.
Except for a few riflemen and gunners who were pinned down behind bunkers, all the militants retreated behind the mound.
After putting on the exoskeleton, Feng Yuan lowered his body, got into the bunker outside the wall, and found Jabez, the security captain who developed from the future.
This survivor from North America was a mercenary who was 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 Wanghai City due to a job transfer. By chance, he was recruited by the Future People Group as a private guard and sent to Africa to station permanently.
"How's the situation? How many people are there on the other side? Do you see clearly?" The floor shook slightly, Feng Yuan cursed secretly, and quickly reached out to hold the table to steady himself. The mortars from both sides were still exchanging sporadic fire. Here Already on the front line of the firefight.
"More than 500 people, less than 1,000 people. The wave just now was just a feint attack. It was very likely that they were just servants or slaves 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 grassy mound outside the shooting hole, his brows knitted together, "Hurry up and contact the port and ask the NAC Marine Corps stationed there to come over for support."
"But there are also our employees at the port." Feng Yuan hesitated, "If the natives take advantage of our people to come from the port for support and attack our station at the port..."
"Impossible. The port is the property of the chief. If you are worried, you can ask our employees at the port to get on the boat first. There is no way these natives can chase them to the sea." Jabez said.
After hesitating for a moment, Feng Yuan finally gritted his teeth, turned on the E switch, and called the NAC Marine Corps stationed at the port. These people were arranged by NAC to escort cargo ships, mainly to deal with pirates in South Asia. Their combat effectiveness is naturally impeccable.
There is no power armor in the development zone, and there is sufficient defensive power but insufficient offensive power. As the security captain said, when it is unclear how many militants there are outside, calling for regular army support is the safest approach.
At this moment, on the mound outside the settlement wall, tribesmen carrying various types of rifles were wielding shovels and wooden shovels, digging a crooked tunnel. Among them are not only black people, but also many slaves of other skin colors.
Bullets were fired over their heads, and if anyone showed up, they would soon lose their lives. The two sides tested each other with mortar shells. The people in the wall were better in terms of firepower, while the natives behind the mound were better in attacking fixed targets without careful aim.
In a trench not far from the firefighting position, this group of tribesmen built a bomb shelter with wood and sandbags as a temporary command post. Two black men, one tall and one short, dressed strangely, were standing under the shed of this command post.
The taller one was burly, like a gorilla. He was only wearing a body-covering robe and had an orange bullet tied with a rope around his neck. His facial features are ferocious, his forehead is very wide, his jaw is protruding, and his two green bean-like eyes exude a fierce light.
If placed in the Pan-Asian realm, this appearance alone would be enough to make any survivors flee when they see it. Because he looks so much like a mutant. He is also the most dangerous lead-skinned mutant, the one who can tear apart power armor with his hands.
The short man had his back hunched, his face wrinkled, and his eyes shone with a shrewd light. He was wearing a long coat with complicated patterns, which was somewhat similar to what the chief's courtiers wore, but there were some differences. Presumably he must be a noble from another tribe. In short, his status should not be low.
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