In a dilapidated tunnel, the remaining reinforcements and the rest of the living cannon fodder were squatting on the ground, eating silently with bread in their hands, bullets flying over their heads from time to time, shells whistling from time to time, and occasional screams, not knowing that the unlucky ghost had been shot.

No one told them what had happened, but the remnants had picked up some information from the occasional passing officers that government forces had suddenly attacked the small village of Moma the night before.

The small village of Moma, located on a hill that could not be named by the remnants of the army, was the commanding height of more than ten kilometers around it, and after the occupation of the place, the surrounding two roads and a river were under the control of government forces, and most importantly, the village of Moma was one of the most important sources of funding for the rebels, and there were more than 20 large and small drug plantations around it.

As soon as Moma was captured, the leader of the Northern Burma Independence Army, where the remaining reinforcements were located, immediately issued a death order that Moma must be recaptured at all costs.

The various armed groups in Myanmar have very different ways of fighting, cannon fodder charges, consumes the enemy's ammunition, if they can rush to the opposite position, the elite troops will charge behind, if they do not get close, they will withdraw, repair for a while and continue to charge, basically elite soldiers rarely lead the charge, here life is cheaper than bullets, how many people die, no one cares.

And the task of this cannon fodder unit where the remaining reinforcements are located is to rush, from the temporary front-line position established halfway up the mountain, into the village located on the top of the mountain, and the meal they eat now is likely to be the last meal for many people.

"Get up, get up, that good weapon, kill those government soldiers on the top of the mountain, listen, you are lucky, now you kill a government soldier, the reward is a hundred dollars, doubled, give me a good performance, whoever kills more, I will be promoted!"

The lieutenant appeared again, as if he had just finished eating, and there was fat flowing out of the corners of his mouth, looking at the subordinates in front of him, and began to tempt him with heavy money, and some people who didn't quite understand what was going to happen heard it, and their originally empty eyes burst out with a hint of brilliance, one hundred dollars, in 1990, this money was a very considerable income in Burma, and the remaining reinforcements even heard the sound of a few people swallowing saliva.

Ignoring this officer, Yu Yuanjun secretly raised his head and looked at the position on the mountain, which was about more than six hundred meters high, and now he was in a position of less than two hundred meters, and he needed to rush forward for four hundred meters.

If the terrain on the mountain is the same as the current one, and the trees are lush, the remaining reinforcements feel confident that they can rush into the place called Moma, but they are afraid that when they rush upward, there will be bare mountains above, and if they rush upwards like this, they will be completely targeted.

At the same time, at the other end of the tunnel where Yu Yuanjun and the others were staying, a heavily armed team was gathering together and discussing seriously around a map.

"Drew, are you sure that if we touch the back of the mountain, the government troops above won't find us?" The leader was a white man of about thirty years of age, with a beard, a vertical scar at the corner of his eye, and a hair on his head that was disproportionate to his thick beard.

"I've confirmed with the liaison, they will send some troops to attract the attention of the defenders head-on, after we touch the cliff here, deal with the defenders inside, and complete the mission!"

"Are you sure there are less than sixty defenders?"

"Well, the liaison said they only found so much!"

The bald head shook his head: "Assassin, you find a place to check it now, this group of people can't be trusted, in order to reduce the commission, deliberately reduce the difficulty of the task, if the number of people exceeds a hundred, we will not accept this mission!" ”

"Good!"

In the corner, a tall, lanky man holding an M24 sniper rifle slowly stood up, holding his helmet and gilly suit, and staggered out of the camp.

"Head, the liaison told us to leave in ten minutes."

The bald head waved his hand and put the map away: "Leave them alone, tell them that we have just arrived, we need to familiarize ourselves with the terrain, let them wait, and it is best to do it at night!" ”

"Okay, I'll talk about it!"

After more than ten minutes, Drew walked back to the camp and shook his head: "No, they will move at three o'clock in the afternoon at the latest, if it is dark, they can't guarantee a frontal attack!" ”

"This group of idiots, and they don't need to rush up to fight, can't they fire empty guns at the bottom of the mountain towards the top of the mountain?" The bald head was a little annoyed, but finally took out the map again, and then an Asian face, wearing a camouflage uniform, walked in: "The location of the back mountain has been scouted, the vertical height is about 30 meters, about 70 degrees, if you want to climb up, you need a little difficulty!" ”

"Monkey, can you climb up?"

The man called Monkey nodded: "I've seen it, no problem!" ”

"Alright, we'll talk about it when the assassins come back!"

More than an hour later, the sun had already moved from the middle position to the west, and the assassin slowly walked back with his weapon: "I roughly counted, there are about eighty people, the number should not exceed a hundred, but they are relatively concentrated, and there are a few fortresses that have just been built, this task is a bit difficult, and the price of 150,000 US dollars is a bit low!" ”

150,000 US dollars, for a seven-person mercenary team, the average person is less than 20,000 yuan (liaison personnel also charge 10% of the introduction fee) If this price is just an ordinary combat mission, it is high enough, but this time the task is to kill nearly 100 people with seven people, this price is a bit low, the pay is not proportional to the return, no matter how good the money is, you have to have the life to spend.

"Well, it's a bit low, Drew, give me a liaison and tell him that this mission is $250,000!" After the bald head finished speaking, he closed his eyes and kept tapping his index finger on the weapon in his hand.

After Drew finished speaking, he shook his head: "The liaison said that it was too high, and the other side said that it could be increased by 30,000 or 180,000 US dollars!" ”

"Two hundred and twenty thousand!"

"Two hundred thousand!"

"Okay, just 200,000!"

When the price came to 200,000, the bald head opened his eyes violently, this price was already worth the risk for them, and looked at his teammates in front of him: "200,000 dollars, close to a hundred enemies, do you think you can take it?" ”

Several team members looked at each other, thinking about it, and finally the assassin was the first to speak: "I'm fine!" ”

"You're a sniper, of course you're fine, forget it, I just happened to have no money recently, so take it!" It was the firepower assault man who spoke, and like the captain, he was a big bald head.