The vanguard of the Patan people in front of them was mercilessly attacked by their machine guns and bazookas as soon as they came up.

With this thousand forces, taking advantage of the terrain and ambushes, they stubbornly stopped the enemy for a long time.

"Charge me, at all costs, surround them". At this time, Muse was already furious, and he was twice as strong as the enemy, and he was beaten by them.

Of course, he didn't know that only the 1,000 mobile forces of the elite regiment were blocking them, and if he did, he didn't know if he would have killed himself with a gun.

The elite warriors of the east, west and north roads continued to move closer, forming a three-talented formation, moving closer to the middle.

The Patan soldiers were approaching, and it seemed that there was no room for them to survive.

There was an earth-shattering sound, accompanied by a flame mixed with tumbling smoke that rushed straight into the air more than 300 meters high, and the huge pillar of fire like a miracle was more brilliant and dazzling than the ten suns rising in an instant, illuminating the entire forest that was not very clear.

It can be compared to a strong earthquake, hundreds of billions of shrapnel and debris chips, and they are even more overwhelming, and they have carried out a violent 360-degree sweep over an area of thousands of kilometers like a shock wave formed by a nuclear explosion!

As long as it is within a thousand meters, absolutely few people can survive this kind of explosion, and within this kilometer, a devastating cover is carried out that completely cuts off any life.

By the way, the mountain that was flattened in an instant was not so much the largest bomb in the world as it was the world's largest broadsword anti-infantry mine.

And the source of all this is an arsenal hidden deep under the Baloch tribe!

It is hard to imagine that thousands of bullets, thousands of mortar shells, thousands of mines, dozens of barrels of gasoline, and more than 2,000 kilograms of different types of high explosives will be detonated at that moment.

To put it simply, a hollowed-out mountain filled with too many explosives and gasoline is the world's largest bomb! When the bomb was finally detonated, it was possible to imagine its power, and the irony was that the Pathans' own weapons supply in the base camp had now become their life-threatening bomb.

Looking at the pillar of fire that rose into the sky not far away, Muse got up from the pile of people who saved him, and he could see his mind in a daze, his ears fell into a state of emptiness, and he didn't notice it at all, this veteran who had been in a hundred battles no longer knew what mood to face reality at this time.

This blazing pillar of fire, in a not too hot climate, actually rolled, swirled, roared, forming a flame similar to a tornado, in the seemingly impossible situation, the pillar of fire that had rushed to the limit, under the support of hundreds of barrels of gasoline, with the attitude of dominating the world, once again fiercely raised more than a hundred meters, looking at its posture, it seemed to be torn apart, the heavy clouds that pressed on their heads, and with it thousands of miles of dust!

In the face of this sudden explosion, looking at the fire that flew more than 400 meters in the air, constantly spinning and roaring, those who were still fierce just now, thought that they were heaven and earth, the messenger of Allah.

Even the fierce soldiers of the Patan tribe, who had dominated the Golden Crescent for half a century, were completely stunned and stupid, and there were many of them who survived, got up, put down the guns in their hands, knelt on the ground, prayed sincerely to the pillar of fire not far away, and threw their bodies, unreservedly, on the ground so hard and so cold under their feet, and saluted their most serious five-body throw.

These warmongers, they can be on the battlefield without fear of death at all. However, also because they were religious fanatics, at this time, on the battlefield, in the face of the "miracle" formed by an explosion, kneeling on the ground and praying, a trace of dazzle flashed in their eyes.

The camouflage mushroom head, with crimson blood, flows and complements the fire-colored sunrise, which seems to reflect the entire sky even more gorgeous.

And the Baloch soldiers on the southern cliff, although they had prepared and closed their ears early, were still shocked by the shock.

Carlo silently saluted, this salute was fortunate for the thousand soldiers who died before, in the center of the explosion, they probably couldn't even find the corpse at this time!

"Give me a charge, it's time to fight back". Only an hour has passed, and the change of roles seems to be a little too fast, which really confirms the old saying: Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi.

At this moment, the Baloch soldiers swept away the previous bad luck, and their momentum reached its peak.

The two armies are fighting, and the brave wins!

As their bullets passed through the Patan soldiers, the Patan soldiers were still on their knees, praying to themselves.

"Still stunned? Get up! "After all, Carlo is a veteran who has fought for many years, and although he is not young, he still has a bloody nature.

"Pick up your arms and rush with me"!

At this point, retreating can only turn your back towards the enemy, and attacking is the best defense.

"Watch out for snipers!" The lieutenant pounced, pinned Carlo under him, and shouted.

Carlo pushed away the lieutenant who was protecting him, and shouted, "What bullshit sniper"? Where else can he manage it now?

It's just that as soon as his words fell, there was a whistling above his head and his scalp brushed by, and his body trembled unconsciously, and he quickly hid to the back of the team.

The soldiers of the Patan tribe, after this battle, no longer had the intention of fighting, they jumped and fled, clinging to the automatic rifles in their hands, and pouring out all the bullets in the magazine in one breath as if they were going crazy.

And the soldiers of the Baloch tribe have vented all the shame of more than ten days today.

It's just that they forgot that their supplies were also gone, and they had been buried in the previous arsenal long ago.

Today's battlefield has evolved into a local bayonet fight.

Everything seems to have been expected by the Thirteen Prisoners, when they had to start a white-knuckle battle with the enemy, a small group of three Baloch soldiers immediately formed a triangular formation, the biggest feature of this formation is to arrange the person with the strongest arm strength between them and the best fighting skills to the front, with him as the main attacker, after locking the enemy, he immediately starts to attack non-stop, during which he stands behind his two most trusted brothers, and the attack on the left and right flanks will be blocked by these two brothers.

The Patan tribe, who had no intention of fighting again, were defeated and retreated, and there was a one-sided situation in an instant.

At this time, the general of the southern battalion, in the smoke and clouds, seemed to sense the crisis, and gathered the team non-stop, ready to go up the mountain to support.

The hardcover team of 10,000 people, under the current equipment emptiness, will it be reversed?

"Quick, follow up". He can't control the Baloch tribe breaking through the cliff now, and he is afraid that he is afraid of how many people will survive under the explosion just now.

If the Patans lost, he knew what kind of situation he would face.

In the blink of an eye, the troops had crossed the ancient bridge and were heading towards the dense forest in the west.

"Hit me, hit me hard." And at this moment, the Khagili team, which has always been like a ghost, is hiding here, and they are the first to come up and occupy a high place to hide.

As soon as the enemy's vanguard came up, it could not withstand several rounds of submachine gun fire.

It confirms the saying: battlefield battles are now the information age, and whoever has more information will have the upper hand, and Kagili has been one step ahead of the enemy in each of these beautiful battles, thus forming the cornerstone of victory.

The Patan soldiers in the south panicked, and they didn't know whether to go up or not?

In the sky, three red signal flares suddenly lit up, and when he saw it, he only felt that his whole body strength disappeared inexplicably, and he fell to the ground fiercely.

He muttered: "Lost, actually lost".

It turned out that the flare that had just lifted off was a surrender bomb cast by the Patans.

A few minutes earlier, Kagili had led a large force from the west to the middle of the Ludia Forest, flanking Patan soldiers from two sides under a round of submachine guns.

The Patan soldiers, who were originally timid, no longer had the slightest strength to parry, and some even dropped their weapons and lay on the ground crying, seemingly not completely sweeping away the shadows from the previous mushroom cloud.

Previously, it was only Kagili's machine-gun company that had sniped the southern soldiers, but in the dense forest, after being fatally suppressed, they did not dare to rush forward and charge.

Human nature, people's hearts, control to the fullest, this can be said to be a textbook battle, but it is the three Chinese soldiers who stir up the storm and strategize, if you say it, anyone will laugh at it.

Deep in the forest.

After the adjutant general of Muse commanded the surrender flare, he seemed to be much older in an instant.

The Patan soldiers dropped their weapons and stood in stark contrast to the Baloch armed with submachine guns.

Muse peeled off the crowd, walked to the front, glanced at Carlo, and said lonely: "Success and defeat, but before I die, I have a doubt, a request, as a former "comrade-in-arms" I don't know if you can let me be blind"?

From the moment he surrendered, he knew what he was going to do. Even if his soldiers could live, he wouldn't have a glimmer of life anyway.

"You say"! Carlo has the win in his hands now, and he has a few minutes to spare.

Muse nodded, a desolate smile on his face, and said, "How did you survive or even be reborn when you were beaten by my Patan warriors before?"

He's not reconciled! What was supposed to be a good situation has now ended up in such a field.

Carlo was stunned by his question, and instinctively chose to resist, after all, answering this question would sharply reduce his prestige, glared at him with a dissatisfied expression, and said vaguely: "This question involves the top secret of our army, and I have nothing to say." You'd better go straight and talk about the next one!"