Girls Frontline: Griffin Security

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[Information that can be disclosed now]

Republic of Akstan:

As a member of the old alliance, Akstan's industrial development was not comprehensive in the last few decades. Its industries are mainly based on oil, gas and mineral resources, supplemented by animal husbandry and tourism. Before the dissolution of the old alliance, it could barely make ends meet.

After the alliance was disbanded, the deformed industrial development soon brought about a crisis.

To solve the problem, Akstein once tried to sell his own business to wealthy people. However, the entrepreneurs who took over did not focus on "healthy competition", but instead seized the "dividend of the times" and played a monopoly.

After realizing that this road was not feasible, Akstan returned to the original path - retaining the various systems of the old alliance period, concentrating on cultivating new industries, and "complementing" the existing old industries.

At the same time, the Saudi Arabian Federation took the lead in extending an olive branch to it - the Saudi Arabian Federation Economic Circle. Under pressure from the poor economic situation and national defense, the former could only nod and cooperate...

Before the outbreak of World War III, the economic circle was quite helpful to it. However, due to its limited size, before Akstan's wallet could absorb much of the benefits, it was once again in trouble with the outbreak of the war.

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There was continuous artillery fire on Hill 257.

"Enemy infantry fighting vehicles are approaching. Zip, get ready!" Xu Bin waved and shouted to the MP-446 behind him.

The latter didn't want to talk too much, so he picked up his RPG and followed him: "Shall we fight now, Commander?"

"No, wait a minute." Xu Bin waved his hand. "Wait until the enemy car stops before shooting. If we miss now, our position will be exposed."

This is absolutely true. Humanoids can only have higher combat capabilities when using their branded weapons. However, this RPG-7 is an antique provided by Axstein, so MP-446 had to learn it urgently a few days ago.

In the past few days, Xu Bin has asked all the humanoids under his command who use pistols to learn other skills.

What about guided artillery fire... mortars, drones, everything. Otherwise, when the battle starts, how can your little pistols protect you?

Fortunately, everyone has a strong learning ability. For example, Makarov learned how to operate a drone a few days ago, and also used an AK74 fired from behind to hit a 7/10 target at meters.

"The enemy's first infantry fighting vehicle has begun to slow down and is expected to stop 2 meters in front of coordinate 10."

Makarov, who was operating a drone to monitor the battlefield, reported the situation to the commander using a communicator.

The so-called "coordinate No. 2" is a small mound in front of the high ground.

This method of pre-dividing the area helps the rocket launcher operator to quickly find the target and fire after probing his head.

This is also a common tactic used by snipers. After all, a rocket launcher has a scope and is a single-shot weapon, so it can be considered a type of sniper (—— "The Happy Handbook of the Dragon Country People's Field Army", page 95).

Bang!

There was a sharp sound of gunpowder explosion, and then the rocket-propelled armor-piercing projectile flew straight out... leaving Xu Bin with a face full of shame.

"MP... Um, Viking sister." He reached out to brush off the dust on his face, "Next time you open fire, remember to yell 'clear the rear' first...!"

I was lucky not to die just now - Xu Bin just bent forward behind MP-446. I didn't expect this girl to act so quickly, pulling the trigger as soon as she poked her head out.

Fortunately, I was lowering my body at that time. Otherwise, I would have lost my head and had to go down to find Louis XVI to keep me company...

"Ah... I'm sorry." MP-446 retracted his head in shame. "I hit the enemy's engine, but their infantry is fine."

"It's okay, just let us do it." Her communicator suddenly rang, and Makarov's voice came from it, "82mm mortar joins the battle!"

As the words fell, the howl of death soon sounded from the sky...

There were two loud explosions, and five of the infantrymen who had not yet had time to disperse were blown down. The rest also lay in the ditch, not daring to move.

Xu Bin nodded with satisfaction. To be honest, the girl named "Makarov" was really good - she predicted that the enemy infantry would get off the vehicle in time before the RPG opened fire, and asked the teammate operating the mortar to fire a few shells in advance.

The firing parameters for "coordinate No. 2" had already been calibrated by the gunners under the commander's arrangement. Therefore, the mortar only needed to make minor adjustments under the observation of the drone to accurately hit the enemy.

"The next infantry fighting vehicle is approaching 'coordinate 3', anti-vehicle team 2, prepare"

"Yes!" Another team of human figures went up carrying tubes.

But this time Xu Bin did not follow the group. Instead, he turned around and took out a tablet to assess the enemy's firepower...

Thanks to future technology, the anti-interference ability of our drones is quite strong (or maybe the enemy didn't bring any anti-drone equipment). In short, the several drones that have been released can easily transmit the shooting images.

The AI ​​assistant in the tablet computer finally did something useful - it could analyze the types and quantities of enemy firepower based on the images taken by the drone, and then produce a table that even a fool could understand.

It sounds easier said than done, and many technologically advanced countries' informationized armies have not yet been able to do this.

Thinking about the future development of the team again...Xu Bin felt that it was time to open a "basic training class" and to cultivate more talents like Makarov in the future.

With the help of future technology, we will build an "information-based synthetic camp". Who will dare to mess with us then?

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Boom——!

150 meters in front of the high ground, the BMP that was hit was unlucky and its ammunition depot caught fire violently.

The flames spread everywhere in the narrow cabin. The infantry wanted to escape, but they were restricted by the small space and could not escape - an unlucky guy at the exit of the crew compartment was killed by fragments, and his body blocked the way to the rear hatch.

The two comrades beside him tried many times in the fire but to no avail. Then they reached out to open the top hatch which was scorched by the fire.

"Bang!" A top door was finally opened, and the soldier, whose hands were covered with blisters from being burned, crawled out in ecstasy.

Just when he turned around to pull his teammates in the cabin, he couldn't find them...

——The cabin was already filled with the powder mist of the fire extinguisher. Occasionally, a comrade's hand could be seen in the thick smoke of the crew cabin...but when I reached out to grab it, I couldn't find it.

"My legs are stuck and I can't get out. Go away, Ivan!"

"Go back and tell my mother that I am fighting for the new territory of my motherland!"

These were the last words the comrade in the cabin said to Ivan.

Ivan squatted on the top of the crew cabin, staring blankly at the other party being engulfed by flames.

The outline of the burning human body finally appeared under the powder mist: the guy was only one meter away from the cabin door. If he had leaned over and reached in that direction... he would have definitely caught him.

His lips trembled, and he realized that the roof was not safe, and wanted to jump off the car...

call out--

A fatal bullet suddenly flew and pierced Ivan's chest.

He fell to the ground with a thump, and found that the other crew members had already gotten off the vehicle. They were hiding behind the vehicle, trying to reach out and pull him into the shelter...

But it was useless, the sniper shot Ivan in the stomach again... He was so heartbroken that he could not be saved.

Knowing that he didn't have much time, he turned to look at his teammates and said with difficulty: "Go back... Don't tell mom... I'm in Akstan"

With that, he pulled the trigger and ended his own suffering with his rifle.

The three comrades behind the bunker felt sad after watching this, and they began to call for a new round of artillery coverage using the walkie-talkie.

It’s really strange...the artillery preparation in front has been going on for such a long time, why is the enemy’s resistance still so fierce?

He reported the coordinates he had determined. Before the company commander could reply, the 82mm shells whistled down from above his head.

Boom! Boom!

Three more people fell to the ground...

One of the soldiers did not die immediately. He stretched out his hands to support himself and climb up... but found that he could not touch the soil beneath him.

I turned around and saw - oh, it turned out that my hand was blown off...

When he was on the verge of death from blood loss, he finally understood what Ivan meant by what he said.

He turned around and looked around, trying to convey this last will...but he couldn't see even a single comrade. All his teammates were dead.

hiss--!

The scream came from the sky again. Boom... He's dead...