Run, everyone wants their parents to have two more legs.

They can see what will happen to them.

Xue Jianxin could too, watching the convoy gradually approach, he could even hear the excited cheers of the soldiers on the car.

Every guerrilla attack was a bloody massacre.

In a situation like the one now, Xue Jianxin felt that the convoy would stop at the periphery of the crowd, and the heavy machine guns welded on the car would shoot out tongues of fire, frantically devouring everyone.

Before attacking towns and entering street fighting, strafing civilians has become a habit of all anti-political axe forces.

And right now, in the early morning, a large number of oil well workers are walking out of town and just happened to run into the muzzle of a gun.

Xue Jianxin seemed to have felt the bullet tearing apart his body, and he wanted to run, but his body was like being filled with lead, and he couldn't move.

"Lao Xue, you are stupid, why are you still standing here, these guys are guys who eat people and don't spit out bones, don't you run and wait for death?" A worker on the well saw Xue Jianxin, pulled Xue Jianxin over, turned his head and ran.

However, two legs, obviously unable to run on four wheels, almost the next moment, the roar of the car has appeared behind him.

However, the expected gunshot did not sound, so that Xue Jianxin had a strange feeling of being tortured before he died, longing for a good time.

"Get out of the way!"

There was an angry curse from behind him, but there was still no gunshot.

Xue Jianxin understood these scoldings, and his heart was stunned for a while, and when he turned his head, he was even more stunned.

Those murderous guerrilla soldiers should have set up machine guns and fired wildly, but at this moment they did not, and on the lead pickup truck, two soldiers held AK with one hand, and the other hand kept gesticulating, cursing in their mouths, and letting the people on the road dodge.

And the pickup truck even slowed down, dodging the workers who didn't have time to run away on the road.

When did this group of guys become so "polite"?

Xue Jianxin flashed to the side with his co-workers, watching the convoy scold the crowd and head towards the north of the town, and a big question arose in his heart.

I've seen too many guerrillas, but there is no difference between the political axe army and the so-called anti-political axe army here.

The guards of Heidinger also killed as they deserved, slaughtering civilians at will.

And when the two armed forces collide, it is as if it were a contest to see who could slaughter more civilians.

But what happened in front of him completely subverted Xue Jianxin's cognition.

It's like making the watch good, it's a joke at all.

"Old Xue, I don't understand why I'm a little confused." The worker next to him muttered.

The sound of mortar fire in the distance also stopped, and in just two minutes, a large area of oil wells had turned into a sea of fire.

The convoy had also gone away, and to my surprise, none of the hundreds of workers here had been killed.

Xue Jianxin shook his head: "I'm still confused, these guys seem to be related to other ...... It's not quite the same. ”

Yes, such a polite gentleman thug is strange to the point of being different.

Looking at the oil well that had turned into ruins, Xue Jianxin couldn't figure it out.

Oil is the foundation of the economy of the North Soviet Union, and even in a chaotic area like Abyeh, the armed forces are still extremely restrained.

As long as you don't kill the red eyes and end the road, you will generally not attack the oil fields and destroy the oil wells.

They prefer to storm towns, slaughter at will, fight street battles with the armed forces guarding them, take cities, rob, massacre, arrest, have a wild game, replenish new recruits, and rush to the next city.

Oil wells, oil fields, or oil pipelines, they will choose to ignore their surnames, because they also have a tacit understanding, knowing that if there is an oil field, there will be economy, there will be money, and there will be people who are willing to work and accumulate wealth for them to plunder.

But this guy in front of him turned a blind eye to civilians, and instead used heavy firepower such as mortars to attack oil wells.

"Lao Xue, what should we do now, the oil well has been razed, and our job has been lost." The worker next to him sat on the ground, tired, frightened, and helpless.

Xue Jianxin didn't know what to do next, there was only one oil well in Heidinger, and now it was razed to the ground and rebuilt, I don't know how long it will take and how much money will be invested.

"yes, what are we going to do?" Looking at the Lie Yue above his head, Xue Jianxin looked confused.

……

On the high ground two hundred meters away from the oil well, Andrew glanced at his watch.

It's only been three minutes since the attack began.

The people around him were all members of the mercenaries, and the soldiers of the Patriotic Liberation Front could not play with mortars at all, so they could only let them come.

"Load things into the car and go to the meeting point, today's trip is very full." Andrew waved his hand, and the four mercenaries acted without saying a word.

Dismantling the five mortars and loading them with the shells, Andrew glanced back in the direction the convoy had left and turned away.

Their duty was to blow up the oil wells, and Pelokoff was to lead the attack on the oil pumping station north of Heidinga.

This pumping station is a node station on the Great Nile Pipeline.

The pipeline is buried in the ground and is difficult to attack, but destroying the pumping station has the same effect, and it takes a lot of time to rebuild.

In four minutes, Pellokov had already led the team to the front of the oil pumping station.

The soldiers of the 382nd Regiment in the town have already reacted and are massing.

But Pellokov's whereabouts, apparently beyond their expectations, did not attack the town, but instead turned around and headed for the oil pumping station north of the town.

At the command of the 382nd Regiment was Colonel Nubil.

He was awakened by the sound of an explosion and pushed the woman next to him away, and Nubil rushed out of the room with a pistol.

Following the prestige to the east, the fifty-meter-high sky-high flames, billowing black smoke, made Nubil also shudder.

The next moment, Nubier, who understood what was happening, let out a cold sweat that something had happened in the oil well.

The rumbling explosions barely stopped, and it was impossible to hear if there were any gunshots.

So Nubir didn't know if it was the oil well itself that was in trouble, or if the enemy was attacking.

But whatever the reason, Nubir knew that things were going to be big.

The oil well is the most important thing, this explosion, not to mention the whole oil well will be razed to the ground, the oil spewed out will cause continuous fires, and the billowing black smoke from the burning of the oil will also fill the whole of Heidinger, and the residents here will probably have to be relocated.

What's more, when the oil wells are destroyed, there is no money.

A group of soldiers had already rushed into the courtyard, and the major adjutant who took the lead was full of nervousness, holding the AK deadly, and said urgently: "Colonel, someone is coming to attack us, damn it, they have mortars, and they actually blew up the oil well outside the town." ”

"Someone is attacking us? Who is it, the Nguk bunch? People's Free Army? The Patriotic Liberation Front? Damn, and mortars? How is this possible. Nubil didn't have time to get dressed, so while beckoning people to get into the car and rush to the firefight, he used the communicator to direct his soldiers to move quickly, guarding the main intersections of the town and seizing the main buildings.

They fight street fights all year round, and they are also the best at street fighting.

The key to street fighting is that whoever occupies the traffic arteries and intersections first and grabs the building with the commanding heights will gain an advantage.

In these aspects, the preparations made by the 382nd Regiment are still very sufficient, and there are special personnel guarding key points in the town, which can be mobilized by walkie-talkies at any time to form a solid defense network.

Relying on such defenses, they repelled two attacks a year later.

However, the other party took the lead in bombarding the oil well, which was completely unexpected by Nubil.

There are many stakeholders involved in the oil wells in Heidinger, including the Misserian people, the political axe of the North Soviet Union, and PetroChina. Now that the oil wells have been destroyed and the interests of the three parties have been damaged, Nubil has repelled the attack, and I am afraid that there will be no good fruit to eat.

So Nubir hated, hated and itched, and his mind was full of one thing, to kill all the enemies, skin them, and hang them on stakes for public display.

"What, they went to the oil pumping station and are now exchanging fire on Third Avenue."

More news came that the other side had seven vehicles, all welded with heavy machine guns, and the number of people was about fifty, and the identities were still unknown.

But the most shocking news for Nubil was that the other party did not enter the town, but instead went to the oil pump in the north of the town.

"Damn, what are these guys trying to do?"

Nubir almost crushed a mouthful of steel teeth, his eyes red with anger.

The other side bombed the oil wells and did not finish it, but even attacked the oil pumping station.

The Oiling Station at Heidinger is a node station on the Great Nile Pipeline.

To the south, it extends into the territory of the Southern Soviet Union.

If the other side is asked to capture the oil pumping station, the oil pipeline will be cut off, and the oil will not be able to be transported from several oil wells south of Heidinger.

And if the other party is ruthless enough, it will blow up the oil pump station directly, which will cause a chain reaction.

It is true that the oil pipeline is buried in the ground, but don't forget that there is oil in it, and it must be transferred and heated in the node, and once the node explodes, it is a fire twist that is ignited, and I don't know how many oil pipelines buried in the ground will be blown up together.

Nubil believes that the other party can definitely do such a thing.

But the only thing to be thankful for is that the oil pumping station is guarded by a large number of soldiers.

Heidinger's oil wells are different, PetroChina has the largest shares, they are the largest financiers in the North Soviet Union, and no armed forces are willing to provoke them, because the interests involved are too complicated.

In order to maintain the safety of the oil wells, PetroChina will also pay local armed forces.

So in Nubil's opinion, only a madman, a real madman, would blow up an oil well.

Now this group of madmen is attacking the oil pump again, which is simply deadly.

"Damn, hurry up and transfer people to the oil pump, and make sure the oil pump is safe." Nubil roared loudly over the walkie-talkie.

Oil wells were blown up, affecting only one area of oil extraction.

But if the oil pumping station is bombed, the oil transportation in the whole region will be paralyzed, and the impact will be too great.

Or the impact that Nubil can't bear.

PS: There are no winners in the war, and I hope that our country will always be at peace.

Relaxed mentality, rational surname complaining.

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