The port was the property of Chieftain Duamang, and no one dared to do anything. But the Lake Victoria Development Zone was different. The NAC people already paid taxes to Chieftain Duamang. If they made a move now, it was unlikely that it would attract Mombasan's forces.
It was precisely because of this that they dared to make a move.
With the sound of the alarm, the entire settlement was like a pot of boiling waste water, bustling with activity. Among the 500 employees stationed at the settlement, more than 200 were private guards recruited by Future Development. At this moment, all of them were equipped with kinetic skeletons and were on fixed bunkers such as walls, bunkers, and shooting platforms.
As for the remaining engineers in construction, agriculture, and water conservancy, they retreated to the underground bunker in the center of the settlement under Feng Yuan's command. The underground bunker stored enough food and water to sustain 500 people for six months. Even if the settlement didn't fall, six months was enough for NAC to rescue people.
As for the slaves, of course, they weren't treated as well.
Everyone was driven back to the dormitory, the doors and windows were closed, and they waited for the final result. Those with combat experience were each given a rifle to stand on the front line. If they survived, they would be rewarded based on how many people they killed, and they might even be able to get rid of their slave status. If they couldn't survive, they could only die gloriously as cannon fodder.
Just as the settlement was preparing for battle, more than 30 trucks two kilometers away already left the road and circled behind a mound that couldn't be directly observed from the settlement wall. It was the boundary of the development zone. There was a simple farm built with wood. Inside was a farm motorcycle and two hunting rifles used to chase away wild animals.
More than a dozen tribal soldiers quickly occupied the farm and dug out a mortar position behind the wooden house. Soon, a few muffled bangs sounded, and a few mortar shells flew into the sky with a few puffs of black smoke and slammed into the settlement.
One of them landed in the garden, blowing up a few transplanted birch trees into pieces. The other unfortunately smashed through the window of the apartment building in the front row, blowing up the wall underneath the window. Fortunately, the building didn't collapse, but the few Indian slaves hiding inside certainly wouldn't survive.
The rest of the shells landed on the wall. Apart from scraping off a layer of concrete and injuring two cannon fodder slaves who didn't dodge carefully, there were no other casualties.
Almost as soon as the first round of bombardment began, the settlement quickly launched a counterattack. Several electromagnetic ejection mortars were in position, and soon a few shells were ejected into the air and exploded behind the farm.
Shrapnel raged from the sky, and several wooden buildings were quickly blown into pieces. Even the artillery position behind the wooden house was blown away. Except for a few black gunners who jumped into the foxhole and escaped, most were killed or disabled.
With the collapse of the wooden house, the tribal soldiers inside screamed and hurriedly retreated from the collapsed bunker. On the other side, behind the mound, the militants had already dug a T-shaped tunnel with shovels and set up machine guns to fire in the direction of the wall, covering the retreat of the frontline troops.
The entire strategy was not a problem, but unfortunately, they encountered NAC. More than half of the private guards hired by Future Development were retired soldiers from several NAC corps.
The soldiers on the wall certainly didn't care about the farm motorcycle. They ignored the bullets fired from the mound, and several heavy machine guns fired at the wreckage of the wooden house. In less than two seconds, the dozen tribal soldiers who retreated out of the bunker were pinned to the ground.
The shooters on the sentry tower skillfully set up their sniper rifles and began to fire at the firepower on the opposite side. With a few gunshots, the firepower on the opposite side gradually weakened. Of course, there were snipers on the opposite side, but the shooting level and weapon accuracy of the two sides were obviously not on the same level.
The first round of feint ended with the failure of the militants.
Except for a few riflemen and gunners who were suppressed behind the bunker, all the militants retreated behind the mound.
Feng Yuan put on the kinetic skeleton, lowered his body, crawled into the bunker outside the wall, and found Future Development's security captain, Jabbes.
The survivor from North America was a mercenary active on the West Coast of North America and had a wealth of combat experience. After serving in Outpost Town for half a year, he was transferred to Wanghai. Coincidentally, he was recruited by Future Group as a private guard and sent to Africa.
"What's the situation? How many people are there? Did you see it clearly? " The floor vibrated slightly. Feng Yuan cursed in his mind and quickly held onto the table to stabilize himself. The mortars on both sides were still engaged in sporadic exchanges of fire. This was the frontline of the exchange of fire.
"More than five hundred, less than one thousand. The wave just now was just a feint. It's very likely that it's just the tribal people or slaves. We'll have to observe the situation. Our drones just released. " With binoculars in his hand, Jabbes stared at the grassy mound outside the firing hole, and his eyebrows twisted together. "Hurry and contact the port and ask the NAC Marine Corps stationed there to support."
"But we also have our employees at the port." Feng Yuan said hesitantly. "If those natives attack our base at the port while our people are rushing over from the port to reinforce us …"
"That's impossible. The port is the property of the Great Chieftain. If you're worried, you can let our employees at the port board the ship first. Those natives won't chase to the sea," Jabbes said.
After hesitating for a moment, Feng Yuan finally gritted his teeth, opened the EP, and called the NAC Marine Corps stationed at the port. These people were arranged by NAC to escort the cargo ships, mainly to deal with the pirates in South Asia. Their combat power was naturally impeccable.
There were no power armors in the development zone. The defensive power was sufficient, but the offensive power was insufficient. Just as the security captain said, in a situation where they couldn't see the number of militants outside, calling for reinforcements was the safest option.
At this moment, on the mound outside the settlement's walls, the tribesmen carrying various types of rifles were waving shovels and wooden shovels, digging a crooked tunnel. Not only were there black people, but there were also slaves of other skin colors.
Bullets whizzed above their heads. If anyone peeked their head out, they would quickly lose their life. Both sides used mortars to probe each other. The people inside the wall had the advantage in firepower, while the natives behind the mound had the advantage in attacking fixed targets without the need to carefully aim.
In the trench not far from the crossfire, the tribal people built a bomb shelter with wood and sandbags as a temporary command post. Two black men, one tall and one short, in strange clothes, were standing under the shed of the command post.
The tall one had a burly body, just like a gorilla. He only had a robe to cover his body, and around his neck hung a string of bullets. His facial features were hideous, his forehead was wide, his jaw protruded forward, and his two bean-like eyes emitted a vicious light.
If he was in the Pan-Asia region, just this appearance alone would be enough to make survivors flee. Because this appearance was too similar to a mutated human, and it was the most dangerous lead-skinned mutated human that could tear apart power armors with their bare hands.
The short one had a hunched back, his face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were shining with shrewdness. He wore a long robe with complicated patterns. It was similar to what the Great Chieftain's court wore, but there were some differences. He must be a noble from another tribe. His status shouldn't be low.
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