In the face of Huang Jie's questioning, Jiang Haoran was noncommittal, but only showed a wry smile slightly, in fact, he couldn't give any reasonable explanation.

Maybe Huang Jie already knew the answer from Jiang Haoran's expression, and after being silent for a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "I understand, the national interest is as big as the sky." ”

Jiang Haoran got up and patted Huang Jie on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "No one likes to kill, but the law of nature is that the strong survive, which is eternal and unchanged, if you want to be strong, you have to do everything you can to stand at the top of the food chain and become the rule-maker, so ...... You know. ”

"I understand." Huang Jie nodded heavily, and then said, "Then what should we do now, do we agree to their request to assist in defense?" ”

"Promise, why not? You have to take a bite of the fat meat in your mouth, don't talk about the treasure of Fengwen under the mountain, this is real money, no matter if they want 100 million meters, don't do it without this number, we have drawn up a plan to recover the treasure island, just waiting for the Yuanyi Group Army to arrive, and their uproar disrupted all my deployments. ”

"Ah...... You've already drawn up a plan for the battle on Treasure Island, why don't I know? ”

Jiang Haoran smiled dumbly and said, "Your brain can't turn around, can you?" Without this excuse, what reason do you find to ask them for money, we are now allies, so we will temporarily help defend this little favor, are you embarrassed to manage people and ask for 100 million? But it's reasonable to compensate for the damage, isn't it? ”

"You......" Huang Jie suddenly realized, and his fingers connected Jiang Haoran and smiled: "This 'sorry' came out of your mouth, why do I feel panicked on my face." ”

"Hahaha, that means you haven't cultivated home yet."

……

Luzon, Baguio.

Baguio is a plateau city on the island of Luzon, located in the northern part of Luzon, more than 200 kilometers away from the capital Manila.

With an altitude of 1,500 meters above sea level and temperatures ranging from 9 to 28 degrees Celsius, it is a rare summer resort in the Philippines.

It is said that in 1900, two rice people rode horses and walked the mountain road to discover this treasure. In 1903, the governor of the United States sent engineers to design and spend a lot of money to build a highway, and since then there has been Baguio City.

The Baguio Mountains overlap, surrounded by ups and downs, the pine trees stand strongly, and the magnificence is magnificent. At the foot of the mountain, there are clusters of red and green houses in the shade. The mountain road, built along the edge of the stream and the foothills, looks down like a long coiled snake from a high place, sometimes it looks like a road from a distance, and there is another scenery in front of the bend when it is close to the corner. The mountains and ravines are bridged, and there are railings, trees and ravines, all of which have been carefully arranged by hand and are well organized.

The peculiar natural landscape, superior climatic conditions, the injection of modern human civilization, and the full cooperation of people of all ethnic groups have made the city continue to prosper and develop, like a pearl embedded in the territory of the country of a thousand islands, and become the economic and cultural center of North Luzon.

At this moment, Baguio is still the core location of the Jiannan Group Army of the Island Army and the base camp of Yamashita Fengwen.

Despite the loss of Manila and Clark areas, Yamashita did not admit defeat and quickly regrouped his forces, occupying a large triangle in the north, from the Sierra Madre to the east to the Central Cordillera to the west, and the shores of the Babuyan Strait to the north, forming a shield throughout northern Luzon.

Reinforcements from the rear had gradually arrived, and the coalition forces had not advanced quickly after taking Manila, so Yamashita was able to calmly arrange his troops and build three lines of defense in front with the strength of more than a dozen divisions, vowing to live and die with Luzon.

Although the situation is unfavorable to the island army, Baguio is still peaceful and stable, the streets are leisurely and leisurely, the doors of the shops on both sides are open and people come and go, and from time to time a group of island soldiers wearing "gendarme" sleeves pass by, and they are not seen harassing merchants and people, everything seems to be very harmonious.

In the northwest of the city, there is a large group of buildings, the main building is a three-story European-style building, and the four big characters "Jiahe Hospital" are prominently hung on the roof.

The whole hospital was surrounded by a high wall, and at the door of two large iron gates, there were guards of the island army, and six soldiers with loaded guns stood majestically on both sides, and every person who entered and exited had to be strictly checked.

In the yard that is not too small, there are several towering trees with some very beautiful landscape trees, a large parking lot in front, ambulances and several cars are parked in an orderly manner, and there is a small lawn in the west, with cement roads and gravel roads crisscrossing it, and doctors and nurses in white coats shuttle through it.

In all cases, this is an important rear hospital for the island army, and ordinary people and soldiers may not be able to enter.

Under a big tree in the middle of the courtyard, an officer of the island army was sitting on a cement platform smoking with his back to the door, and a cane was placed beside him.

A car horn sounded at the door, and the officer of the island army inadvertently glanced back, only to see a standard Chinese face, dark complexion, and a pair of big eyes under thick eyebrows.

Although at this moment, there is a scab on his right cheek that is half the size of a palm and has not yet fully healed, which makes his whole face look a little distorted and unnatural, but his face is highly recognizable, and it can't be wrong, it is undoubtedly a knife.

But his presence here at this moment is indeed incredible.

It turned out that when they attacked the headquarters of the 18th Division of the Island Army that night, they could not break through head-on for a long time, but the casualties were getting bigger and bigger, and there were only more than 100 people left of the 500 soldiers in less than an hour.

Relying on the complete fortifications on the periphery, the peripheral enemy blocked Cai Jiansheng's frontal offensive with a small number of troops, resulting in more and more reinforcements withdrawing from the front, and soon formed an encirclement of them.

And Zhu Fusheng, who was a few kilometers away, was also in a hurry, and the number of enemy reinforcements was constantly increasing, and their hundreds of people had almost run out, and they could not continue to block at all.

In a critical situation, the knife decisively ordered the troops to charge, all the soldiers who still had ammunition in front, he personally led the team, and in the rear were bombardiers and bazooka players who had no ammunition, tearing through the enemy's defense line with mortal determination, everyone had only one purpose, rushed in, and threw hand, mine, rocket, and projectile on the enemy's supplies.

The guerrillas were indeed very competitive, and dozens of guns swept all the way in front, and almost hundreds of people in the rear simply threw away the guns that had no bullets, and rushed forward with the only remaining hands and grenades, bazookas, flamethrowers, and guns.

The distance of dozens of meters, the complex jungle area, and this group of dead soldiers who had already lived and died outside the country, the enemy was caught off guard, and a hole was suddenly torn in the defense line.