At dawn, four trucks appeared in the narrow mountain road, like wild horses on the loose, and they were speeding along the mountain road. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Did the logistics supply truck go out yesterday?" asked a rebel militant on the sentry tower at the end of the mountain road, rubbing his sleepy eyes, turning his arm around his companion who was still holding a gun and nodding. The trucks on the mountain road looked very much like the logistics supply trucks in the stronghold, but the time to come back was completely different from usual, so he was a little worried.

"I think there is. I heard that two cars went out yesterday. Those boys are hard to get out of the mountain, and they won't come back if they don't play until the evening. The companion muttered in a daze, and fell asleep again.

", don't sleep! get up!" Rubbing his eyes and staring at the four trucks speeding down the mountain road, the militant felt uneasy, kicked at his companion, and then walked in front of the siren.

"What's the situation?" the companion was startled, and hurriedly stood up, looking around nervously.

"Before dawn, the logistics supply truck came back. Are you sure it's two cars out?"

"How can I be sure? The people in charge of logistics come and go much more freely than we do, and they just pass the inspection and they'll be fine. ”

The answer of his companion caused the militants, who had first spotted several cars on the mountain road, to stop in the air with their hands stretched out to the sirens. As soon as this alarm sounds, the whole mountain has to boil, if there is no situation, Commander Li must not cut off his head as a ball to kick?

However, I have been in the mountains for so long, when have I ever seen a logistics supply vehicle drive like an airplane?

"****, this car is about to fly!Did those logistics boys have too much fun last night?" The companion's eyes quickly fell on the four cars on the mountain road, and found that the situation was abnormal.

Timing is often fleeting. The two only hesitated for a moment, and the four cars had already rushed to a few hundred meters outside the gate of the stronghold.

There was a screeching sound of brakes on the mountain road, and the four trucks slammed their tails and stopped on the mountain road, with one side facing the gate of the stronghold. The camouflage net on the car suddenly slipped off.

"Mortar!" there was an exclamation from the sentry tower.

The militant's face changed dramatically, and he finally slapped his palm on the siren. It's a pity that he reacted too late.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Eight mortars attached to four trucks opened fire at the same time, and two guard towers collapsed with a loud explosion, and the front of the stronghold gate was instantly turned into a sea of fire. Severed limbs and stumps flew in the smoke and dust, and terrible screams echoed in the mountains.

"Death squad, follow me!" Zhao Tiedan, who was wrapped in bullet belts, had grenades around his waist, and a rifle hanging diagonally on his back, jumped out of the car and rushed towards the gate with a light machine gun in his arms.

Thirty murderous members of the Huaying Association followed him in a three-way column, speeding along the mountain road.

Mortars roared behind them. The cannonballs flew over the heads of the daredevils with a piercing screech and slammed into the gates of the stronghold, protecting the charging warriors.

Immediately behind the death squad were the fifty main forces of the Huaying Association led by Zhong Zheyuan and Qiao Sinian.

After the firepower is prepared, the death squad that rushes to the front is the sharp knife of this battle. Under the leadership of Zhao Tiedan, they will directly break into the enemy's base camp, shoot all the bullets and drop all the grenades in the shortest possible time, destroy the enemy's defense system, completely disrupt the enemy's position, and win valuable time for the follow-up troops' attacks.

And the main force, taking advantage of the chaos they created, broke through the enemy's defenses head-on, and then directly inserted into the enemy's headquarters to complete the fatal blow.

Walking at the end was the thirty-man reserve team led by Long Qiuyang. After the death squad enters the stronghold and the main force takes the stronghold gate, they will drive to the gate of the stronghold, use mortars and heavy machine guns to provide fire support to the forward troops, and at any time put their troops into the attack according to the orders from the front.

"Die!" Zhao Tiedan, who was rushing to the front, ruthlessly pulled the trigger towards the two wounded soldiers who were squirming on the ground at the gate.

In the splatters of blood, the two wounded soldiers were beaten into a sieve-like body and jerked violently a few times before falling silent.

"Kill!" the tower-like death captain, glaring at him, let out a soul-chilling roar that opened the curtain of killing.

Several daredevils followed him closely into the colony's gates, their eyes wary looking around for their prey. The rest of the team members were automatically divided into two teams and searched along both sides of the stronghold gate.

"What the hell, what's the situation!" the disheveled Li Qianye rushed into the courtyard with a pistol and yelled at several officers who had just arrived in the courtyard.

"Report to the regimental commander, the gate of the stronghold has been raided by the enemy, and the enemy's fire is extremely fierce!" replied one of the officers in fear.

"Counterattack! Is the platoon guarding the gate ****?" Li Qianye was furious and yelled at the officer.

"That platoon has already been completely crippled in the first wave of enemy attacks. The enemy threw in a large number of mortars, and directly blew up the gate and the watchtower!" replied the officer, looking at the gun in his hand, trembling. He was afraid that the regiment commander would be stimulated by the news, so he raised his hand and shot him.

"What the hell, where did Hua Ying get so many mortars? Such important information, why didn't anyone tell Lao Tzu? What about Ruan Qinghe's grandson, where did he die?" Li Qianye really went berserk, and the urge to kill was born in his heart.

No one dared to answer. The sound of gunfire in the distance was like a rush, like a hammer striking on everyone's hearts. The head of the regiment only said yesterday that Huaying would probably have to prepare for a few days, but he didn't expect this dawn family to start, and he didn't get any information on his side. The attack came suddenly, the firepower was beyond their imagination, and the battle seemed to have deviated from its original direction from the start.

"Mu, you take Lao Tzu's guards up, and you have to block them for Lao Tzu even if you fight hard!" There was a problem with the intelligence, and Li Qianye, who had rich combat experience, realized the seriousness of the problem, and directly used his own guard company when he came up.

"Yes!" a sturdy officer replied loudly, and hurried out of the courtyard with two officers.

"Let Ruan Qinghe and Wu Yongshou come to see Lao Tzu immediately!" Li Qianye said with a blushing face.

Two minutes later, Ruan Qinghe and Wu Yongshou came to the small courtyard. The sudden gunfire at dawn made the faces of the two extremely ugly. Nguyen Thanh Ha knew that there was something wrong with his intelligence, but he didn't know what the problem was. Because the person who inquired about intelligence in Qinghe City, except for his henchmen who were the people of the garrison battalion, the headquarters of the Huaying Association was under their strict surveillance, and it was impossible for such a big operation to escape their eyes.

As for Wu Yongshou, judging from the sound of gunfire, the enemy not only has standard equipment, but also carries heavy weapons. The Bailai people he brought with him were arranged as reserves because of Li Qianye's distrust of him and his contempt for the southern Thai army. This meant that if the war was unfavorable, his troops would be sent to the most dangerous places, in which case they would suffer heavy losses. Before the war, almost everyone was optimistic that if Huaying dared to attack the stronghold in the Wutian Mountains, it would be self-defeating. Therefore, he brought people over, and he didn't think about fighting a tough battle at all, but just wanted to settle Ruan Qinghe's heart and get some oil and water by the way.

"Huayinghui has broken through the gate of the stronghold, and we have underestimated the enemy. Li Qianye looked at Ruan Qinghe and said with a strong pressure on the anger in his heart, "But it seems that there is a big problem with your intelligence." ”

Ruan Qinghe rubbed his hands uneasily, and replied with a bitter face: "My people are divided into several groups and stare at the headquarters of the Huaying Association from several directions. I also contacted them just now, and from last night to this morning, I haven't seen anyone from Huaying Club come out at all. I suspect that there may be tunnels in the troops of the Chinese British Society. ”

"It's too late to say that. Li Qianye said coldly, "My guard company has already gone up." Let your men go up right away and cooperate with the guard company to stop them!"

"Okay!" Ruan Qinghe nodded at a big man beside him and bowed his head, motioning for him to lead someone to the top. No matter how the people of the Huaying Association left, since there was a problem with his intelligence, he had to pay the price. The stronghold must be defended, otherwise, this kid Li Qianye may sacrifice him at any time. Money and power are never as important as life, and he and Li Qianye are very aware of this.

"Battalion Commander Wu, I must concentrate my forces against the Huaying Society. Please set up a line of defense in front of the barracks where your guests are resting and ensure their safety. Stay in touch and I'll keep you informed if you need help ahead. Li Qianye's gaze turned to Wu Yongshou. Although the Huaying Society attacked fiercely and carried heavy weapons, his soldiers were battle-hardened and familiar with the terrain, and he was confident that he would wipe out all the invading enemies in their strongholds.

"Okay! Guarantee to complete the task!" Wu Yongshou was obviously relieved and replied happily.

"Don't take it lightly, get ready for battle. Li Qianye said, a trace of disdain flashed on his face.

"This is natural. I just felt that although the enemy came suddenly, the regimental commander might not be able to use me in the end. Wu Yongshou smiled and slapped a sycophant.

"I hope so! Let's get ready! Qinghe, you follow me to the front and have a look. Li Qianye said. At this time, he had to keep Ruan Qinghe by his side, and even let him show up on the front line, so that he could exert the true power of the bait and attract Zhong Zheyuan's big fish to death.

"Damn, this battle can't be fought!" About fifty meters inside the gate of the stronghold, an anti-government second lieutenant officer got up from the ground in embarrassment, wiped the blood from his face, lay behind the sandbag, looked at the tongues of fire in front of him, and cursed in a low voice.

The blood on his face, not his, was a subordinate a few meters away, he was just swept out by the air flow from the grenade explosion, and the unlucky guy was blown up to a blur of flesh and blood, and he had already swallowed his breath.

"Platoon commander, withdraw, if you don't withdraw, it's all going to be over. Beside the officer, a veteran looked at the two corpses next to him with trepidation and pleaded in a low voice. Although he had experienced a lot of battles, he had not seen blood for too long since he entered the mountain, and it seemed that he was still a little unable to adapt to such a fierce battle for a while.

"Evacuate your mother!" the second lieutenant officer looked at him angrily, "Big stronghold, the enemy has rushed in, where do you let Lao Tzu retreat!"

As an officer of the guard company, he was very aware of Li Qianye's temper. If they can't resist retreating, and there is no need for the people of the Huaying Association to rush up, Li Qianye will take their lives first. In this battle, the head of the regiment had already blown the cowhide through the sky in front of the VIPs, and Ruan Qinghe, who had entered the mountains to seek refuge, was ridiculed and washed by him countless times.

"Let the brothers grit their teeth and resist Lao Tzu!" You can't do the thing of slapping the regiment commander, that will kill you faster, the second lieutenant gritted his teeth, waved the gun in his hand and yelled at the veteran soldiers beside him.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Grenades fell from the sky, and explosions rang out one after another.

The flickering black shadows in front of them, carrying grenades that seemed to never be able to be thrown, rained down on the positions of the guards.

After each wave of grenades, they would launch a frantic strafing charge, using their powerful firepower advantage to form a complete suppression of a row of positions in the aftermath of the explosion, and then quickly advance.

After the veteran received the order, he rushed to the front line with cold courage and passed on the order of the platoon commander.

This command works very well. If the stronghold is lost, everyone will have nowhere to escape, because this is already their last refuge. The number of the enemy is only twenty or thirty, and it is impossible for them to throw grenades all the time, as long as they hold on to this wave until reinforcements arrive, the time of death for these people will come.

"Three rows, top to the front to assist one platoon to hold the front line. The second row sped up and armed. The commander of the guard company, nicknamed Wood, stood behind a makeshift bunker, looked at the position in the fierce battle ahead with a telescope, and gave a new order.

He was a little surprised that the row was a little unbearable. Hua Yinghui's strength was unexpectedly strong, but he was not worried, because judging from the situation of the battle, this wave should be the opponent's death squad. To deal with this death squad, as long as the pace of the battle is slowed down a little and they are pulled into positional warfare, the enemy will naturally lose its sharpness, and it will definitely be finished in the end.

The role of the first platoon of defense is only to buy time for him to arrange the second line of defense, as long as the second platoon completes the deployment, it can be thrown away at any time. He believed that after the first and third platoons withdrew to the second line of defense, the dozens of men under his command would be enough to grind the opponent to death.

As for the opponent's follow-up troops, there is no need to worry, the regimental commander should soon mobilize the other troops in the stronghold and surround the gate from all sides.

"Boom, boom!" In the darkness, a dense cannon fire suddenly sounded. On the front position, a ball of fire shone brightly.

The guard company commander, who was proudly wishful thinking, suddenly changed his expression. He hurriedly raised his binoculars and looked ahead.

The defensive positions of a platoon were completely destroyed in this wave of explosions. The sandbags that had been piled up in a hurry were blown to pieces, and corpses were strewn with blood everywhere.

The telescope continued to search farther away, and the guard company commander saw dozens of heavily armed enemies, and not far behind them, several mortars were neatly lined up at the gate, their barrels held high, flashing with a cold cold light in the faint light of dawn.

"Is this a gangster? I'll it!" the guard company commander's heart was cold. (To be continued.) )