Chapter 1563 - Feint Attack (2/2)
The first round of feint attack ended in the defeat of these militants.
Except for a few riflemen and gunners who were pinned down behind cover, all the militants retreated behind the mound.
Feng Yuan equipped a kinetic skeleton, lowered his body, and crawled into the bunker outside the wall to see Jacobs, the security captain of Future Development.
This survivor from North America was a mercenary who used to be active on the West Coast of North America with extensive combat experience. After he served in Qingshan Town for half a year, he was transferred to Wanghai due to work. By coincidence, he was recruited by the Future Group as a private guard and sent to Africa.
“How is the situation? How many people are there on the opposing side? Did you see it clearly?” The floor shook slightly, and Feng Yuan cursed under his breath. He hurriedly grabbed onto the table to stabilize himself. The mortars and catapults on both sides were still engaged in sporadic exchanges of fire. This place was the very front line.
“More than 500 people but less than 1,000 people. The wave just now was a feint. It is very likely that it was just a force made up of slaves or lower citizens in the tribe. We have to closely monitor the specific situation. We just released our drones.” Jacobs held a pair of binoculars in his hand as he locked his sight onto the mound full of dead weeds and his brows twisted together, “You have to quickly contact the port and ask the NAC Marines stationed there for reinforcement.”
“But our employees are also at the port.” Feng Yuan hesitated, “If these tribal militants take advantage of this time difference and attack our port…”
“Impossible, the port is the property of the War Chief. If you are not assured, you can let our employees at the port board the ship first. These tribal militants won’t go into the sea,” Jacobs said.
After Feng Yuan debated for a moment longer, he finally gritted his teeth, turned on the EP switch, and called the NAC Marine Corps at the port. The force stationed there by NAC was to escort cargo ships and deal with pirates in South Asia, and so, their combat effectiveness was naturally impeccable.
There was no power armor in the development zone, so the defensive force was more than capable but lacked offensive power. As the security captain said, it was the best decision to call for the reinforcement of the army when the number of militants outside was unclear.
At this moment, on the mound outside the wall of the settlement, tribal militants with different types of rifles waved their shovels and wooden spades and dug a crooked tunnel. Among them were not only blacks but also many slaves of other skin colors.
Bullets whizzed above their heads, and the slightest peek could result in a headshot. The two sides tested each other with mortar shells. The people in the wall were at an advantage with better firepower, while the tribal militants behind the mound were at an advantage due to attacking a fixed target.
In a trench not far from there, the tribal militants built a cover with wood and sandbags as a temporary command post. Two men, one tall and one short, in weird costumes stood under the shed of this command post.
The tall one was burly, built like a gorilla, and just a robe covered his body as his neck was wrapped with bullets tied to a chain. His facial features were ferocious, his frontal bones were wide, his lower jaw was protruded, and his eyes glowed fiercely like two mung beans.
If it were placed in the Pan-Asia boundary, his appearance alone would be enough to make survivors flee. Because his appearance was too similar to a mutated human, more precisely, the most dangerous lead-skinned mutated human that could tear apart a power armor by hand.
The short man’s back was crooked, his face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes flashed with shrewdness. He wore a long dress with complicated patterns, which was similar to that of the courtiers of the War Chief, but there were some differences. His appearance looked like that of a noble in other tribes, and in short, his status was likely not low.