Fortunately, there were no militants among the remaining refugees, at least no explosives were found on them.

Griffith could not have executed all the refugees on the spot, because there were too many of them to kill, and he also needed to take into account public opinion.

Watching the remaining refugees fade away, Griffith finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank God!"

Cang Hao smiled: "You think this is the end?"

The corners of Griffith's mouth twitched a few times: "What else?"

Immediately, as if to confirm Cang Hao's words, the scene in front of Griffith's eyes changed again.

From the nearby jungle emerged several men dressed in black, shouting slogans and rushing towards the military contractor, guns in their hands constantly spraying flames.

This time, the military contractor reacted promptly, quickly lying down and firing.

After several Khmer Rouge were shot, they staggered and ran forward a few more steps before falling to the ground.

However, one of them was strapped to explosives and detonated just before he fell to the ground.

There was a loud bang, and a huge wave of air tore apart the Khmer Rouge, and the two military contractors were rolled up from the ground, and then fell heavily on the trees beside the road.

The two military contractors did not die, but they were so badly injured that they could not remain in the line of fire.

Before the other military contractors could remove their companions, one of the military contractors was shot twice in the leg and fell to the ground with two muffled "bangs".

Blood gushed from his wounds, soaking the ground around him, and he clutched his wounds and cried out in pain.

A military contractor tried to go up to save him, but was shot as well, and the two men fell to the ground side by side, looking helplessly at their companions.

"There are snipers. Griffith reacted immediately, picked up the binoculars and looked into the distance.

Soon, Griffith was found, a Khmer Rouge hiding in the canopy, with a sniper rifle mounted on a branch, ready to fire again at the military contractor.

"Die!" Griffith was furious, threw down his binoculars, set up his submachine gun, and opened fire.

He didn't skimp on bullets at all, and kept sending short bursts, and soon emptied a magazine.

However, another gunshot rang out from the canopy, and another military contractor was shot and fell to the ground.

The canopy of trees crisscrossed the branches as the sniper's best cover, and Griffith could see him clearly, but he couldn't guarantee to hit him.

Griffith threw down his submachine gun and asked Cang Hao, "Do you have a sniper rifle?"

"Nope. Cang Hao found that there was a machine gun on this all-terrain armored vehicle, and immediately manipulated it and opened fire on the tree.

However, instead of shooting at the canopy, Cang Hao aimed at the trunk.

The tree was not very thick, and in the blink of an eye, the trunk was cut in half by a bullet.

The sniper in the tree noticed Cang Hao, turned the muzzle, and opened fire on Cang Hao.

Just now, the trunk shook a few times, the sniper failed to aim, and the bullet missed, passing in vain above Canghao.

Cang Hao continued to shoot, more generous than Griffith, and quickly emptied an entire magazine of bullets.

Less than a third of the trunk remained, and with a soft "click", the tree fell entirely.

The sniper then fell to the ground, the branches acting as a cushion, and he jumped high, unharmed, and raised his sniper rifle to open fire again.

Cang Hao threw down the machine gun, raised the submachine gun he carried with him, and fired a short burst accurately, and three bullets burst into the sniper's chest.

Cang Hao's gunfire landed this time, and the scene finally calmed down, and the Khmer Rouge did not launch a new attack.

Griffith looked at the corpses all over the ground and said in surprise, "Are these people crazy?"

"I also asked this question when I first met the Khmer Rouge. Cang Hao said nonchalantly: "That's right, they are crazy, for the so-called ideal, they can sacrifice themselves without hesitation, and other people's lives are not worth mentioning in their eyes!"

"These madmen!" Griffith finally realizes what a terrible opponent he is facing: "This land is completely insane!"

"Do you know why snipers specialize in hitting people in the legs?"

"Why?"

"If you beat someone to death, it's dead, and no one cares about the body. But if he is injured, the others will have to try to save him, so that they can create more sniper opportunities! This is their usual tactic, and there are many other tactics, only what you can't imagine is that they can't use it!" Cang Hao smiled: "The battle has just begun!"

Griffith took a deep breath, adjusted his position, and got back into the car and headed towards Chuck's forward headquarters.

The road was not smooth, with attacks everywhere, not only suicide bombs, snipers, small-scale harassment by guerrillas, but also all kinds of roadside bombs.

Because the early fighting progressed so smoothly that the military contractors took control of such a large area with little to no losses, Griffith did have some contempt for the Khmer Rouge.

It was only at this time that he understood that Colonel Song Shuang's ability to quickly control the entire country naturally had his merits.

Although the Khmer Rouge were no longer able to launch a large-scale offensive, they were reduced to zero and still continued to fight, and gunfire was heard everywhere in the area controlled by the military contractors.

The original plan was to continue to the Slang area, but the contractors were already powerless, so they had to go back and eliminate the guerrillas in the Zhan district.

The problem is that Griffith is stupid and can't tell which people are guerrillas and who are real civilians.

It can be said that the Khmer Rouge is like chewing gum that has been chewed many times, and as long as it gets on its body, it can't be shaken off.

"You know, I've been to Iraq, and suicide bombings are not new!" Griffith said with great emotion: "But even terrorists in the Middle East don't have so many crazy people who are willing to blow themselves up!"

That's right, the country is full of bombs, and no terrorist group has such a strong mobilization capacity.

Upon arriving at Forward Command, a cute little girl walked by, seemingly unthreatening.

However, the girl exploded in the next second, blowing up two unprepared military contractors.

Griffith looked at his corpses and asked in surprise, "Why is this happening?"

Cang Hao replied very briefly: "Fear!"

Griffith didn't understand, "What do you mean?"

"Colonel Song Shuang has a large number of die-hard fans around him, but there are many more people who serve him out of pure fear. After a pause, Cang Hao said slowly: "For many years, Colonel Song Shuang has formed a terrifying legend in this country, his order is God's will, let these people die, they dare not die! Of course, there are also disobedient people, but what will happen if they disobey? That is, he will die with their family! Between their own lives and the lives of their whole families, most people will still choose to sacrifice themselves!"

"This bastard!" Griffith said with hatred as he glanced at the little girl's corpse, "He even used the child!"

"In his opinion, there is nothing that cannot be used, even himself!" Cang Hao patted Griffiths on the shoulder: "From now on, you will face the real Khmer Rouge!"

Once again, Cang Hao was right, and soon, news came from the control area that the guerrilla activities of the Khmer Rouge were becoming more and more frequent.

Military contractors were unable to cope and could not call for air support because of two cold shots on the side of the road, and as a result, they had to shrink the front.

Right now, they are huddled in a few important strongholds, and they don't dare to go too far.

Griffith almost subconsciously asked Cang Hao, "What should I do next?"

"Let your people stick to the lines of traffic. Cang Hao told Griffith: "Don't try to compete with the Khmer Rouge for territory, don't forget, this is their land, and they are more familiar with it than you and me." What you need to do is to make sure that the road from Kampong Son Bay to Phnom Penh is smooth and that reinforcements, equipment and supplies can get through Guò quickly......"

At this time, a very dissatisfied voice sounded: "Why do you order us to do it?"

It was the black man from before who spoke, he still looked down on the underground mercenary, and he came from somewhere menacingly: "It's not your turn to point fingers here!"

Griffith pointed at the black man's nose: "Shut up!"

The black man was stunned: "You...... Shut me up?"

Griffith didn't pay any attention to the black man, but said to Cang Hao, "Go on!"

"As long as you can hold the line of communication, you will have the opportunity to fight a decisive battle with the main force of the Khmer Rouge!" Cang Hao told Griffiths word by word: "Remember, the victory or defeat of a war is always decided on the frontal battlefield, and there is no war in the history of mankind that is decided by guerrilla warfare! We have a saying in China -- if we capture the thief and capture the king first, even if we fail to defeat the main force of the Khmer Rouge, as long as we can catch Colonel Song Shuang, we will win!" But don't fall into the predicament of guerrilla warfare, what Colonel Song Shuang wants is for you to invest a lot of resources in fighting against the guerrillas, if so, this war will not end for several years or even decades, and in the end it will only be your country that can't support the huge expenses and take the initiative to withdraw its troops!"

Griffith regarded Cang Hao as the backbone at this time: "It makes sense. ”

These military contractors have so much to learn, but when they enter the forward headquarters, Cang Hao feels that they also have their own merits.

Not long after the capture of Chuk, this forward command was already quite large-scale, and all aspects of work were being carried out in an orderly manner.

With the help of modern communication technology, information from all aspects can be summarized in the first time for commanders to make timely judgments.

Griffith can even give orders directly to a single soldier, regardless of the location of the individual soldier, and any soldier can quickly get in touch with the nearest friendly soldier.

The guerrillas, though cunning, found themselves besieging any military contractor and were quickly met with counterattacks from all sides.

It is by virtue of this that these military contractors are able to stabilize their positions and not be too wolf-bèi.

Speaking of which, they do earn enough, but the money is really not that easy to earn, and they have to stay in a fighting state almost all the time.