On the third day, the Order's armed assault began. The offensive was launched in the early hours of the morning. A large number of armed pickups began to carry out surprise strikes against General Wollman's troops. General Wollman understood that the other side was trying to lure him out of the decisive battle, and instead of paying attention to these secret order forces, he continued to say to his subordinates, "We use firepower to contain them, suppress them, and let our helicopters strike in the air." ”

At this time, there was a roar of helicopter gunships in the sky, and an officer reported that the helicopter squadron was coming!

General Wolman's few helicopter gunships circled overhead, ground fire pinning down the Order militants, and the sound of gunfire shattered people's eardrums.

But the armed men of the Order slowly poured up, and there was a trench at the front of their position, which they entered and began to return fire. Because of the advantage of the terrain, their firepower overwhelmed Wollman's soldiers and did not dare to raise their heads.

The helicopter squadron began to fly at low altitude, and the whirlwind rolled up by the rotors almost grazed the treetops, spewing tongues of fire from the guns of the helicopter machines, and shooting accurately into the trenches. The Order's forces appear to be ordering the ranks to retreat. The helicopters climbed again, then circled and continued to strafe, and the bombs exploded in the position. Lin Rui saw in the telescope that some corpses flew out like birds, and they were incomplete.

The explosion over there was deafening. The place where Lin Rui and the others were sitting was also shaken to dust, and the earth seemed to tremble, making people's scalps tingle for a while.

General Wolman stayed under cover, and when he heard the fierce gunfire, and the sound of artillery, he understood that the other side's operation had begun. From now until the next few days, their only way to survive is to run.

A shell exploded right in front of the bunker, and the soldier guarding the door was blown away, shrapnel cut through his abdomen, and a piece of intestines stuck to the door. Soon he was carried down, and no one knew whether he lived or died after that, and no one cared.

General Wolman, bareheaded, went into battle with an AK47 himself, kicking his warriors in the ass with his large army boots. The old warlord leader strode forward, brutally kicking one warrior after another in the ass, kicking them hard into the line of fire, leaving them responsible for the final interception.

Bullets rained down, each of which threatened to turn these young black warriors into a pile of flesh and blood, and to change the fate of many more people, orphans or widows. This ruthless warlord leader did not look at them, this was his soldiers, it was his property, and they could only die for him.

One by one, the shells exploded in completely unpredictable places, sending dirt, bricks, and human limbs into the sky like dust, and then falling.

General Wolman, covered in bloody dirt and human flesh, made him a little depressed, and he couldn't help coughing loudly.

Sergei carried an automatic rifle, bowed over, nervously jumped around the rough warlord, scanning the sniper or cold bullet that might appear at any time, and every time the shell fell, he enthusiastically pounced on the warlord's body, covering him with his body, even if the old warlord was scolding, he was still enthusiastic.

"General, you can't refuse the enthusiasm of the Russians. Crazy Horse shrugged.

"Fart. Do you think I like him? But his black bald head, it's seven million dollars. Can I just let him get shot by bullets?" Sergei glared.

"Report to the general. An officer came up and saluted, "Most of the brothers have withdrawn from this area, and it is time for you to evacuate, General." ”

Wollman looked at the Secret Society's armed personnel who kept pouring in the distance, and spat angrily, "What a grievance!"

However, although Wolman didn't like to play, he was still a smart guy after all. He fully understood what it would be to insist in this situation, so he decisively chose to evacuate. Lin Rui and the others and General Wolman's guards began to withdraw along with the headquarters. The soldiers who remain to resist will buy them the last limited time.

Thankfully, they did not disappoint General Wolman, and in the end the soldiers withstood a thirty-minute attack by the Order's forces. Although they don't know if anyone survived afterwards. This is war, the general does the general's business, and the soldier does the soldier's business. For those soldiers, the general's job is to kick them in the ass, and their job is to die in the ground.

On the side of the Secret Society's armed forces, the battle went surprisingly smoothly, and General Wolman's troops on the opposite side were retreating one after another. The people in the command were even starting to wonder a little.

Conan, a thin man with orange hair, looked at the map and pondered, "Their combat effectiveness is so poor? Doesn't it mean that Wollman is a very capable old warlord?" Where did they retreat?"

"Our people are already approaching the town, and because we are worried that they will set up an ambush in the town to fight with us in the streets, we have not ventured for the time being, and are assembling on the outskirts of the town. A militant reported.

"How many enemies have we destroyed in this battle?" a man wearing a red hood turned abruptly, two dark and shining eyes staring at the armed man.

"Report to the baron, because the battle is not over yet, these numbers have not yet had time to be counted, but it seems that the number of enemies destroyed is not much. That's why we suspect that they're hiding in town and fighting us, because their combat power should not be affected in any way. As the militant was talking, he was suddenly interrupted by the hooded Red Baron.

He stepped forward and shoved the militant out, "Waste!

"Baron, this ...... You're ......," Conan whispered.

"They retreated deliberately, and the defensive echelon was obvious. Although they retreated layer by layer, the battle damage was not large. We didn't kill many of them at all, and they were already retreating. But this is not a rout, this is a planned and organized retreat. The red baron said slowly, "And the retreat is so clean and smooth, it means that they have made a retreat plan before." ”

"What, Baron, you mean?" said Conan in a strange voice.

"This was something they had planned beforehand, and they didn't intend to hold on to the resistance, but they made the decision early on to abandon the town. The Red Baron whispered.

"But this can't be, this place is the territory of the old warlord Wolman, who has been running it for many years, and he is really willing to give it up like that? I don't think it's possible. And he obviously has the strength to fight, why did he choose to evacuate on his own initiative, is he really completely afraid of us?" Conan hesitated.

The Red Baron shook his head and said, "If General Wollman were to be so simple, we wouldn't need to spend so much energy dealing with him. ”