Over the next few days, the situation in Turimo changed dramatically. General Wolman voluntarily abandoned his lair, but ran 300 kilometers and occupied the key point of north-south communication, area 72. After several successive battles, the Order's forces were no longer able to attack General Wollman's forces.

Even the rear troops of the Secret Society's armed forces were once rear-ended and intercepted by General Wollman's vanguard on the road, and the two sides exchanged fierce fire, and several large trucks accompanying them were all intercepted by General Wollman's men. After a few battles, the offensive and defensive forces began to change hands, and General Wolman's troops were the first to switch from defense to offense.

This army was very tired all day long running after the battle, and after the battle, running from a long distance. However, these black soldiers were far more resilient and adaptable to their surroundings than others. Not to mention that there are cars, cannons and maneuvers, even if they are barefoot, these black buddies can use their iron feet to throw off the pursuers behind them.

However, what kind of mobile guerrilla warfare are they, and the whole thing is a bandit army, and the military discipline is extremely poor. Fortunately, General Wolman was still able to control the situation, and although all the troops were loose, they did not collapse. He wandered through several areas one after another, fighting and fleeing, and plundering everywhere if he lacked anything. Lin Rui understands what a real warlord is in this world.

Originally, they were going to continue the march, and they continued to circle with these pursuers of the Secret Society. But as a result, it began to rain heavily in the morning, and Lin Rui followed Wollman's guards into a small nearby town. But the rest of the soldiers had no rain gear, and they were drenched like chickens.

Crazy Horse touched Lin Rui's side in the rain and said, "Rick, this is not the way we can do this, and it has been almost three days since we took the group of people from the Secret Society around. Why don't you stop here for a day and take a break?"

"It depends on what our employer means, he is leaving, can we still follow? In Sergei's words, this shiny black bald head is worth six million. I can't let this money go down the drain. Lin Rui wiped the rainwater on his face.

Wollman ordered a temporary break in the town, but this time it gave the Order time to catch up with them.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, hundreds of eye-catching ballistics suddenly pulled out of the dim sky, and the earth trembled violently in the deafening sound of cannons.

"Rocket attack!" shouted one of the guards. The explosion soon unfolded nearby, and the soldiers were in chaos. Lin Rui tried to keep his mouth open as much as possible, so as not to be deafened by the loud roar. "Protect the target!" roared Crazy Horse.

Fortunately, the Order's troops didn't have much rocket artillery. And they were all old-fashioned gun trucks, and after several cars had finished firing once, they had to stop and reload.

However, the Order's soldiers, under the cover of armed pickup trucks, poured into the town like a tidal wave, destroying all the outer walls and ramparts in their path.

Fierce street fighting began. General Wolman's defenders held every street and every house in the city, and they defended it according to their location. This small town is still full of fighting, full of gunfire and hand-to-hand combat. Corpses were piled up in the streets, blood slowly flowing in the scorching sun and then solidifying, and the whole town seemed to be covered with a red carpet, and the battle was horrific.

The soldiers of the Secret Society, under the cover of armed vehicles, attacked the city from the west of the city, and since then they have been caught in a fierce battle like a tug-of-war, and the fighting is quite brutal, and every street and every house has to pay a considerable price to take it.

The first batch of their spearheads to rush in suffered more than half of the casualties on the spot, and then began to replenish continuously, and by the next day the troops had reached the central district of the city, their casualties had exceeded 500. Conan had rushed to the front regardless of a single moment, personally directing the troops to approach inch by inch.

On Wolman's side, General Wolman, bareheaded, with his arms open, sweaty like a steamer, his eyes like fire, and a hot semi-automatic rifle in his hand, pointed at any target that appeared in front of him and shouted hoarsely, "Shoot them!" He had a dry throat, chapped lips, and blood all over his body.

After a few hours, the Order's men finally crossed the center of the town and began to attack the Wolman forces to the east. But all three attacks were returned. From this point of view, General Wollman's people can be regarded as somewhat capable, and it is not in vain that he spends so much money.

Many street corners and windows in the darkness spat out tongues of fire from heavy machine guns, light machine guns, and submachine guns, and the net of bullets beat the chargers wildly, and the streets immediately looked like slaughterhouses, lying full of corpses and dripping blood. It was an unexpected encounter that no one could afford to lose. The battle continued until dawn.

At dawn, the Order's pursuers, who had suffered more than half of the casualties, were completely contained. Wolman ordered the Order to withdraw from the battle as soon as the Order's forces had yet to recover, and they slowly left in the bleak afterglow of the setting sun.

In the scorching summer breeze of Africa, the smell of blood outside the city was much lighter and purer than that in the city, and perhaps for this reason, some of the black soldiers suddenly squatted on the ground and cried. General Wolman was the one who would not allow such a thing to happen, and his gendarmerie unit beat all the soldiers who had fallen behind with sticks and forced them to keep running. "If you want to live, you have to stand up and keep moving!"

Lin Rui looked at this qiē coldly, he had encountered more dangerous scenes before, but this time it should be the bloodiest scene he remembered so far. He crushed the bullet in the empty magazine and held half a cigarette in his mouth. He hadn't slept for a long time, and it was hard to fall asleep when people were overexcited.

"This time Wolman lost a lot. At least a hundred of them had to be left on the corner, blood flowing all over the ground, and corpses were stacked on top of each other. Jiang An whispered beside Lin Rui.

"It's ok, we found the small city when it was raining. If it is encountered outside, the loss may be even greater. Lin Rui spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth.

Crazy Horse nodded, "But this encounter isn't necessarily a bad thing. After this battle, the pursuing forces of the Secret Order were also damaged. On the other hand, we will be much less stressed afterwards. By the way, actuaries, what's going on with Gourley the Panther?"

"They're also fighting with the extremists, and they're in a slightly better position than we are, but it's not easy to get rid of them quickly. Shogishi shook his head, "So they won't join us for at least a week." ”

"This means that we will continue to deal with the Order for at least a week without the support of the Black Panther Gourley. Lin Rui was helpless for a while. ()