Soon the entire Southern Army crossed the border and advanced into the territory of Mozambia. They then settled down 30 kilometres from Milepa. Of course, it was not that Durabo was afraid, Durabo's move was to completely crush the military resistance of Mirepa, and let the artillery shell Milepa for an hour. Completely crushed the last shred of resistance from Milepa.

Soon, Durabo ordered the concentration of two heavy artillery divisions, nearly 400 large-aperture guns, all of which were advanced to a distance of 15 kilometers from Milepa. Swing out in three rows in a straight line. One by one, the perforated shells were placed not far from the artillery. The fuses were also installed one by one.

"Comrades, three rapid shots from each cannon, open fire." The artillery commander commanded loudly to the gunners of the various gun emplacements around him. In an instant, hundreds of howitzer shells flew out of their barrels with a dull sound and flew towards the defensive military area of the city of Milepa, more than a dozen kilometers away.

A dense explosion sounded over the enemy's defensive positions, and the smoke and fire from the explosion of the shells suddenly covered an area of tens of meters. At the same time, the flying shrapnel also killed and injured every Portuguese soldier and servant soldier he encountered without hindrance. Tightly following the first round of firing, the few soldiers on the Milepa blockade position lost almost half of their troops.

"You're fucking rich, the plane blew us up during the day. Hit us with artillery at night, it's too much, if you can't do it, you have to move immediately, quickly, prepare to retreat." The commander of the low defense, who had dodged the first round of shelling, could not help but be surprised when he saw the shattered blocking position that had been blown up. But the pungent smell of blood woke him up from shock in the shortest possible time. Looking at the hundreds of wounded soldiers and corpses covered in blood in front of him, Platoon Commander Wang shouted an order to the soldiers who were also in shock as himself.

However, his reaction speed is not as fast as the speed of a cannonball. Just as his order was given, directing the soldiers to prepare to evacuate. The second round of shells from the artillery position flew again, and the last remaining soldiers, who had just recovered from the shock, were once again enveloped in smoke from the explosion.

Finally, with the end of the second round of explosions, the entire Portuguese blocking position was only covered with corpses and wounded, and only a few soldiers who were lucky enough not to be injured were also stunned by the tragic scene in front of them. He was stunned by the broken weapons and severed limbs and arms all over the ground in front of him, and he was motionless even when the third round of shells hit.

"Oh my mother, it seems that God really won't let me live... God, where are you now, come and protect your faithful." Seeing the tragic scene in front of him, and thinking of the heavy artillery group in the hands of the African People's Army, the person who was lucky enough to survive couldn't help but panic, and prayed loudly to God.

"Report the report. Oh no, sir, those gangsters are attacking." In less than a few minutes after his own blocking was destroyed, he remembered a burst of dense gunfire at his command door, and then he saw the guard platoon commander who was guarding not far from his command headquarters, holding a Luger pistol in his hand, and ran to the commander in a panic to report.

"Damn, these chimpanzees, if you don't let Lao Tzu live, Lao Tzu won't make you feel better. Brothers, boys, today, we must fight to the death, and then take the opportunity to run out. Otherwise, they'll all die here, and they'll all fight with me. "After listening to the words of the platoon commander of the guard platoon. The commander was ruthless, took out a small pistol, and commanded loudly at the dozens of guards behind him. Turning around, he rushed towards the gate of the compound, where the gunshots were already ringing out.

When the commander led the men out of the headquarters, the first attempt by a regiment and company of the African People's Army to attack the area had been repulsed by a flurry of gunfire from the Portuguese soldiers around the headquarters. In the surrounding clearing, the corpses of four or five Red Alert soldiers were scattered around.

"Well fought, brethren. Just like this, we can break through by hitting and rushing like this, today, either you die or I live, and it is useless to be afraid of death. We're afraid of death, and we're going to really die here. When you rush out, I'll ask your superiors for credit. "Seeing that the first attack of the African People's Army had been repulsed by its own guard platoon and a nearby company. The commander's confidence was restored again, and he seized this favorable moment to rush out and give a loud command to all the fighters around him.

"Knowing the sir, we must let these chimpanzees taste the power of our Portuguese army today." Hearing the words of asking for credit for themselves, the Portuguese soldiers lying on the shooting holes of the position showed their greedy eyes one after another, and began to express their attitudes loudly.

"Company commander, I didn't expect the firepower of this group of Portuguese remnants to be so fierce, just the attack just now, there were at least six light machine guns. Damn, I really didn't expect that a tentative attack could kill and kill more than a dozen soldiers, what a loss. Looking at the corpses of several soldiers who had fallen in front of the position, the deputy company commander was annoyed.

"Okay, don't be discouraged, let's let the Portuguese soldiers here have a good taste of the power of our African People's Army. The artillery squad 60 mortars were ordered to fire two salvos into the enemy's defensive circle, and then all the light and heavy machine guns of the company opened fire for cover, and the snipers were responsible for knocking out the opponent's machine gunners. The rest of the fighters went on the attack immediately after the shelling. I don't believe I can't kill them," the company commander commanded in a loud voice.

"Yes, company commander, just look at it." As the company commander's order was given, the mortar artillery not far behind him immediately set up artillery, and immediately a series of dull sounds sounded. Immediately afterwards, in front of the Portuguese defensive position, there was a series of explosions and the screams of those soldiers. After two rounds of artillery fire, nearly 200 Portuguese soldiers guarding here were immediately reimbursed more than 80 people. However, although the other soldiers were equally frightened, they could only hold their firing positions tremblingly in front of the dozens of German submachine guns of the commander's guard platoon.

"All light and heavy machine guns immediately opened fire and prepared to attack."" Da-da-da-da." A dense burst of gunfire rang out. More than a dozen machine-gun fires accurately hit the surrounding positions, suppressing the more than 100 Portuguese soldiers lying there. However, for the Portuguese soldiers hiding behind fist-sized shooting holes, the dozen or so light and heavy machine guns were not of much help.