If you are not afraid of god-like opponents, you are afraid of pig-like teammates. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, pig-like teammates aren't the scariest.

When you meet a leader like a pig, that's a disaster.

The former is just a teammate after all, not to mention a pig, even if he is not even as good as a pig, at least he will not hinder his actions and cannot control his own will.

But the latter is different.

As a pig-like leader, he not only wants to be a pig himself, but he also wants to turn all his subordinates into pigs.

That's the most desperate thing.

In the face of everyone's incredibleness, despite all the shortcomings in his daily life, there is no doubt about his personal ability, General Robert F. Kennedy has given countless erroneous and even somewhat ridiculous orders in a very short period of time, and has succeeded in becoming a pig-like leader in the hearts of all American troops.

Fight strong with weak.

Fight more with less.

To the ordinary against the elite.

Attack when it's time to retreat.

Retreat when you should attack.

Attack when you should retreat.

Hesitating, grinding, and being cautious of cowardice.

No derogatory words can describe the command of General Robert's war, tens of thousands of American troops are helpless under high-pressure orders, seeing the opponent's advantage getting bigger and bigger, one by one looking disgraced, more uncomfortable than eating stool.

In terms of numbers, the number of US troops stationed in the dark town is less than 30,000, and the number is not as good as that of the Hans Mitch group, but in terms of real combat effectiveness, these nearly 30,000 US troops can definitely easily overthrow the 50,000 or 60,000 armed forces of the Hans Mitch group.

This is the gap between the national army and the private armies.

Unique training conditions, the supply of a large number of war resources, and the promotion of long-term concentration...

All this is something that can only be provided by the national army, and it is not comparable to the private armed forces at all, not to mention anything else, the same 30,000 people, and the 30,000 people of the national army train to shoot bullets every day, which is enough for the 30,000 people of the Hans Mitch group for half a month.

This is the so-called resource gap.

With Hans Mitch's financial resources and strength, he can pick out about 20,000 elites out of 200,000 armies, so that they can have the level of a front-line regular army, as one of the biggest drug lords in the dark world, Hans Mitch has a way to cultivate medium-sized elites, after all, in the world of drug lords, conflict is the most common theme, and every drug deal, in addition to the old customers, may cause a fight.

Hans Mitch is fully capable of cultivating a group of elites who have really experienced war, know how to cooperate, and have outstanding abilities, such people, coupled with the courage to die, can definitely wipe out the same number of regular troops in the event of a war.

In addition, Hansmic has also cultivated a group of special forces with the secret support of the royal family, the number of which is less than a thousand, but it can be called the most terrifying combat effectiveness in the Hansmic group, this group has an average strength of the S-level, or even the S+ level of elites, and the super elite troops of the dark world may not be compared, but no matter which country such a force is placed in, it can be said to be a front-line special forces.

20,000 elites, plus 1,000 special forces, this is Hans Mitch's most valuable family.

In addition, although he has 200,000 armed forces, the combat effectiveness of these armed forces is quite average, except for a small number of elites in his hands, most of the armed forces under his command are not opponents of the national army.

Now the elite forces that come to attack the dark town are basically like this, they are called elite, at best they are only equipped to meet the standard, and their combat effectiveness cannot be compared with the regular army at all.

Especially the regular army of the United States!

General Robert Kennedy came from a special background, this kind of person with a wealthy background, has never been able to go to a very high position in the military and political circles, but it will never be low, such a person, every position he has been in is very valuable, and now Robert is the commander of the Third Field Army of the US Army.

In the entire sequence of the U.S. military, this is a relatively high main elite corps.

Although such a legion is less than 30,000 people, under normal conditions, it can definitely easily destroy the same number of Hansmitch forces, and even the number of people itself will not be reduced.

And the so-called normal state ...

The troops referred to are properly supplied, have sufficient ammunition, stable morale, and calm command.

These four conditions are very suitable for the Third Field Army, but the problem is that the commander is too fucking not calm, it is simply nonsense, the twenty-fifth minute of the outbreak of the war, General Robert personally disrupted his own formation, allowing thousands of troops of the Hans Mich group to rush through, and then the battlefield was directly divided.

General Robert, who had lost thousands of men inexplicably, did not think that his command was a problem at all, but thought that the combat officer was extremely incompetent, and directly ordered the two battalion commanders responsible for blocking it to be shot on the spot.

The two battalions of American troops almost mutinied, but they were forcefully suppressed by General Robert, and then promoted two company commanders who were the most smugglers on weekdays to be battalion commanders.

The battlefield is becoming more and more divided.

At a time when fools knew that it was most important for all the people to gather and reprepare for battle, General Robert gave the bizarre order to attack the enemy separately.

What kind of bullshit military order is this?!

All the officers were almost mad, and since the beginning of the war, General Robert has executed nearly twenty middle- and low-ranking officers in a row for the crime of disobeying military orders in the war, and everyone knows the terrible consequences of disobeying military orders, but when the military orders were issued again, the officers who received the orders were still in a daze.

"Kill! Kill all the bastards, damn bastards, bastards!"

In the middle of the battlefield, a terrible roar of extreme anger rang out.

An officer in a major's uniform rushed forward with his own troops like crazy with a gun, the guns in his hands firing wildly, and the dense bullets poured into the crowd opposite.

Almost at the same time, the militants of the opposite Hans Mitch group were also firing.

Bullets rained down.

Numerous bullets hit the Major, and at the same time hit the American Army behind the Major.

Some fell to the ground without saying a word, but many more seemed to have lost their minds, screaming and charging forward, pulling the trigger in their hands at the same time.

Fifteen seconds.

Nearly 500 U.S. troops, along with officers, were wiped out.

But their desperate fighting style regardless of life and death also caused heavy losses to the armed forces of the Hans Mitch group, and in this round of desperate fighting, the US army lost nearly 500 fighters and also lost 6 or 700 armed forces of the Hans Mitch group!

This was the most tragic scene since the outbreak of the war.

All the American troops irritated by the large expanse of blood and corpses were red-eyed.

There are no words to describe the emotions in their hearts right now.

Anger, humiliation, grievance?

Maybe it's both, or maybe it's none.

They are the American army.

The strongest and most elite army in the world.

But what are they doing now?

They were attacked by a group of drug dealers, but instead of quickly extinguishing the attack, they were beaten in a terrible way, and in less than an hour of fighting, they even needed to carry out a suicide attack on the enemy!

When did they, the most powerful army in the world, degenerate to such a point?

And when did their general, Major General Robert Kennedy, become incompetent to such a point?

What is this?

What the hell is this?!

"Don't let our brothers die in vain, kill these damn drug dealers!"

A hoarse roar suddenly cut through the darkness, piercing through the gunfire and echoing across the town.

"Kill! Kill all these goddamn drug dealers!"

In the dark town, the roar of the mountains and the tsunami rang out violently.

All the American troops were furious, they seemed to be completely crazy, frantically attacking the enemy in front of them, and they didn't even care about their own defenses.

The sudden outbreak brought into full play the overall combat effectiveness of the US military.

The large number of forces of the Hansmitch group was rapidly dwindling, and began to retreat.

The morale of the American troops became higher and higher, and they attacked with a roar, and for a time they even pushed back Hans Mitch's armed forces by more than ten meters.

Take advantage of the victory and chase it!

At this moment, all the American troops seemed to have regained their pride, roaring and moving forward, constantly firing.

And then...

The low sound of the horn instantly resounded throughout the audience.

In an instant, all the American troops froze.

Everyone stood stiff in place, looking incredulous.

The sound of trumpets in the air still echoed.

That's the bugle of the U.S. military...

That's the retreating trumpet!

Fall back!

When their own side had stabilized the situation and had the upper hand and morale was high, the commander asked them to retreat.

All the U.S. troops subconsciously remained silent, and the morale that would have risen became low again, and every U.S. soldier was at a loss on his face, and there was no longer the slightest will to fight.

"Robert!! you bitch, bastard!!"

In the battlefield, a colonel was completely tormented by the continuous orders, and finally couldn't help but curse.

At the same time.

In the makeshift headquarters of the dark town, General Robert's cell phone rang suddenly.

The general, who had given another extremely stupid order a few seconds earlier, took a pleasant sip of his coffee, picked up the phone and glanced at it, and the notes of Governor Hovington were flashing on the screen.

Robert casually threw his phone aside, squinted his eyes and whispered, "Time is running out." ”