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Volume IV Boom 73 Jungle Warrior (III)

Colonel Van Basten snapped his eyes open and saw a tall black figure coming in through the door, almost all of his body shrouded in a mysterious black.

Closer, closer, he saw a ghostly face, and a cold, glittering blade, walking towards him.

This qiē was carried out silently, and in the face of a black "plague" that almost pounced, Colonel Van Basten's soul trembled for a moment, and every expression and every tiny movement of the other party was infinitely enlarged in his round pupils, and almost instinctively he grabbed the pillow under his head and threw it over.

Dai Chuanxin seemed to be a little surprised by Colonel Van Basten's sudden awakening, and was slightly stunned, and the momentary hesitation made him miss the opportunity to assassinate.

When he flew over again, the other party threw the pillow over, and Dai Chuanxin instinctively turned his head, dodged the attacking pillow, leaned forward, bent his knees slightly, and held a sharp blade in his hand, pounced on the prey like a cheetah.

Van Basten stepped forward with a carp, jumped up from the bed, and between the lightning and flint, he held the pistol under the pillow in his hand, and instantly shot at the man in black.

"Khooth!" The sound of metal hitting resounded in the night sky, making people's hearts shake!

"Bang!" A sharp gunshot was deafening and drowsy!

The whole barracks woke up, and countless soldiers got up in a daze, panicked, and their spirits were on the verge of collapse after days of fighting.

Hit by the enemy?

Hit the command?

They instinctively rushed to danger, and it was pitch black all around, as if every inch of darkness hid great danger.

A soldier was pushed, he angrily grabbed the other and bit him, and in the darkness you came and went, and more and more soldiers were about to be involved.

Bang Bang Bang!

After the gunshots rang out, the officers shouted in time to stop the impending panic. However, it took a lot of time to sort out the frightened soldiers, and they could not rush to the headquarters in the first place.

"Damn" Dai Chuanxin secretly screamed in his heart, he was almost killed by a little bit just now, but unfortunately the dagger had to change direction halfway before it was inserted into the opponent's heart, and it was slashed at the muzzle of the dark blue gun.

To his annoyance, he turned halfway through, unable to use his strength, and failed to knock out the Dutch officer's pistol.

After missing the blow, he brandished his dagger and stepped forward again, otherwise the opponent would have space to shoot.

Colonel Van Basten had to keep dodging, so not wolf! He was shocked and angry: Damn it! What a killer! Unexpectedly, his fast gun skills have nowhere to play.

But fortunately, his kung fu is also good, the two sides are equal, but he lost the opportunity and couldn't fight back for a while!

The space of the tent is not large, only ten square meters, and the two of them have passed several tricks in a few breaths.

Colonel Van Basten couldn't dodge, his left shoulder was opened, and when he was about to shoot with his right hand, he was kicked in the center and flew out.

He was also a brave man, and when he flew out, he did not instinctively pull the trigger, but unfortunately the muzzle of the gun was slightly deflected and failed to hit the enemy.

Dai Chuanxin instinctively turned sideways, his face was spicy, and a bullet grazed his ear flew over.

His heart was in shock, and his secret path was dangerous. Just as he was about to pounce out, the tent collapsed violently, and he had no choice but to leap backwards and swing his sword

At the same time, he grabbed a pistol, squatted on the ground, a dagger in one hand and a pistol in the other, and was on guard.

Almost at the same time, smack! Syllable! Two gunshots rang out in a row, and a white figure not far away fell on the grass, as if it had been hit, but the grass was too high, and after a few shocks, the figure disappeared all of a sudden, and he didn't know how to die.

Dai Chuanxin knew that it was two subordinates who stayed outside who shot at it, and they had already discovered the situation in the tent, but it happened too quickly, and before they could rush in, the tent fell.

"Head! You okay! ”

The nightingale and the leopard hurried over.

Dark night, dark and pitch black.

Looking at the Dutch officer hiding in the bushes, Dai Chuanxin was a little angry and unwilling!

He didn't know if the nightingale and the leopard had killed each other, but it was a super master, at least not his own, and he almost shot himself after being kicked in the air, such a master, if his own people rushed over, it was too dangerous.

By this time, the enemy had already come in reinforcements, and not far away there was a burst of gunfire, and then the fire began to glow, reflecting the panicked expressions on the faces of the Dutch and Indian colonial troops, but they still rushed over with shouts.

With bursts of screams, those unknown indigenous soldiers were attacked by the black dogs and others who had been in ambush for a long time, and they fell down one after another.

The power of the Thompson submachine gun, a murderous weapon, was fully manifested at this moment, and several Thompson submachine guns fired cross-fired, suppressing dozens of indigenous soldiers on the grass, not daring to move.

The enemy troops who rushed to reinforce did not have time to carry heavy weapons, and listening to the "da-da-da" submachine guns that kept firing, the disheveled natives simply lay on the ground, shooting blindly, and did not dare to rush over even if the Dutch officer kicked them in the back.

A bare-chested, dark-chested Dutch officer screamed in anger, brandishing a pistol and shouting to shoot soldiers who dared to disobey orders.

Under his threat, the native soldiers had to creep forward again cautiously, shooting blindly and blindly in order to embolden themselves.

Burst!

A very inconspicuous shot in the night sky, the head of the very brave Dutch officer exploded, and it was blown up like a watermelon!

The brains splashed on the faces of the indigenous soldiers on the ground, leaving them to lie on the ground and shoot wildly everywhere.

"How many times have I told you to hit your heart? Damn, it's disgusting! ”

The woodcutter looked at the somewhat smug hunter next to him and scolded in a low voice. Well, he is an observer and a sniper number two, and the two make up a sniper team.

Before the words fell, not far away, a new group of enemy reinforcements arrived, and a brave Dutch officer was shot in the head.

However, the group was somewhat numerous, and more and more indigenous soldiers were urged by Dutch officers to rush in.

A few black dots flew through the air and landed in the ranks of the Dutch-Indian colonial army, and then the flames flew and the limbs flew sideways.

The wave of grenade blasting made the ranks of the dense Dutch-Indian colonial army much thinner, and with a sweep of the submachine gun, it took more than a dozen lives at once.

These natives had little ability to fight in the field, and many lacked nutrition and night blindness, and were only pressed to death by Dutch officers.

They did not see submachine guns, and judging by experience, the enemy had several machine guns, and the total number would be at least several hundred.

After being blinded all at once, they stopped charging recklessly.

After the Dutch officer saw several of his companions being shot in the head, his mind immediately became cautious, and he looked at the headquarters not far away, where several gunshots were heard from time to time, and his face was anxious.

Dai Chuanxin took the nightingale and the leopard to outflank Van Basten's hiding place, but found nothing, and the cunning Dutch officer took off his white pajamas and fled somewhere.

He didn't know that in a piece of sunken grass less than ten meters away, a half-naked man was clinging to the ground.

He held his breath, gritted his teeth, did not dare to make a sound, and he did not let the smell of blood on his body be smelled by the enemy.

Dai Chuanxin looked at the little blood stains on his pajamas, the night was hazy, but the faint smell of blood clearly told them that the target had been hit, and if they followed the bloodstains to find him, they would definitely be able to find him.

It's just that time doesn't allow it.

Dai Chuanxin looked at his watch, and the glow-in-the-dark Hamilton military watch told him that the battle had been going on for half an hour, and it was time to retreat.

He returned to Van Basten's tent, picked up a stack of papers, and stuffed them into his backpack.

Remove!

Dai Chuanxin pressed his finger into his mouth, and let out a loud whistle, which was a signal to retreat.

Damn, cheap them!

The black dog was fighting well, and after hearing the retreat order, he was a little unwilling, and threw the last few grenades out with a grunt.

Then, with a sharp turn, he swept swiftly across the field and into the woods. After a few ups and downs, a group of black shadows disappeared into the night.

Seeing that the enemy's firepower had plummeted, the Dutch-Indian colonial troops, who were apprehensive, breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to the headquarters.

Colonel Van Basten lay on his stomach in the grass, covering his hips with one hand, a slippery and wet mass of blood on his hands, which was his blood.

But he didn't have time to care about it at the moment, staring in the direction of the woods, his expression was complicated: confused, resentful, curious, fearful?????? Not in the end.

Where did these people come from? Who are they? They are horrible! Could it be those yellow-skinned monkeys who gave weapons to the Acehnese?

It was his last thought before he fell unconscious. He had lost too much blood, and a life-and-death struggle had drained him too much energy.

In his daze, he heard a jumble of footsteps coming, and a commotion not far away—as if someone was charging wildly?

Indeed, ten minutes after the gunfire of the Dutch colonial command had subsided, another burst of gunfire could be heard from the positions of the armed forces in Aceh.

The devil knows why these Acehnese were late, but they took advantage of the panicked Dutch-Indian colonial army.

In the attack of the South China Delta special forces, 28 Dutch officers were killed, Van Basten's command was devastated, and in addition to himself, other officers of the surrounding senior regiments and battalions also suffered heavy losses in the attack, and the command system was almost paralyzed, and they had to rely on those low-ranking indigenous officers to fight.

Fortunately, the armed level of those Aceh was not very good, and they couldn't play any beautiful offensive techniques, so they entered the first line of defense of the Dutch and Indian colonial army with a moment of bloody bravery, and after a battle, they finally wiped out the Javanese indigenous soldiers in the position.

The Acehnese also paid a lot of price, and in the face of the second line of defense gradually stabilized by the Dutch and Indian colonial forces, there was no longer the strength to attack.

The two sides slowly confronted each other until dawn, and then cleaned up and had breakfast.

Even so, the brilliant results of the operation made the hearts of the Acehnese people excited, and their night attack was once again successful, and the prestige of the invincible Hassan seemed to be even higher after this battle.

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