You can't run far in the rugged mountains at night. When the sun rose again, Tamba knew that he was actually only a small hill from the camp, at most 300 meters in a straight line.

Tanba couldn't walk, and a 7.62mm machine gun bullet hit him in the thigh. Fortunately, it missed the bone and the bullet did not remain in the muscle.

With the help of the early morning light, it is clear that the pants with two holes are pierced. When I took off my pants, I also had two holes in my thighs with jet black blood.

It's really a big hit, I was shot at close range, and the warhead penetrated before it had time to roll. Imports and exports are small, and there is no more bloodshed. It's just that the wound is swollen so badly that it's still hot when you touch it with your hands. It doesn't hurt to press your fingers.

But if you don't find a doctor as soon as possible, the wound will become inflamed and it is not impossible to rot the entire leg.

Tanba had snatched a gun, but he threw it away in the night. A four- or five-kilogram assault rifle, it doesn't matter if you can usually carry it, but now you still have that thing, it will speed up the consumption of Tamba's remaining physical strength.

Of course, Tanba didn't understand the reasoning. He only felt that when he was injured in the thigh, the gun was too heavy to hold.

The gun was lost, but Tamba still had the general's watch with him. I heard that this watch is a foreign product, and it is worth tens of thousands of dollars. He didn't dare to ask for tens of thousands, but he would be satisfied if he could have a few thousand.

If you climb the hill, you can see the destroyed camp, and there are still a lot of people in and out of it, it should be those who feel that they can take advantage.

Tanba, however, subconsciously wanted to stay away from here. He just wanted to go home and find a doctor to heal the leg injury. As for the camp, it's too dangerous there.

In fact, the danger appeared a month ago.

In the camp, it is rumored that a 'Holy Light' company has obtained government permission to invest in development in the border area. It was only at Mujie Port at first, but soon appeared in many ports such as Monkey Bridge, Diantan, and Nanumbrella.

The reason why the port is a port is because of the superior transportation conditions and the convenience of border trade.

Originally, the border armed police only guarded these ports, but the 'Holy Light' went on the offensive and used the ports as a base to invest in the Myanmar side.

If it's just a point, the local forces in northern Myanmar can just put up with it, after all, they really can't be defeated. Neither the quality of the soldiers nor the weapons and equipment are at all an order of magnitude.

But these points are connected, and all kinds of local forces can't stand it. Regardless of their previous position, no one wants to see the Light invade their territory.

The 'Holy Light' not only went out of the border port, but also went deep into the village, from the point to the line. It has great strength and can provide goods and public services that local forces cannot provide at all.

The group competes for people's hearts with good security, education, medical care, etc.

In this struggle, the local forces were defeated on all fronts. All they had was stilted houses, broken guns with little ammunition, and a few old off-road vehicles. This force bullies the common people by coercion and temptation, and can only hide when dealing with the regular army.

Want to fight guerrilla warfare? Without the support of the grassroots masses, what can be used to fight guerrilla warfare? On the opposite side are the ancestors who fought guerrilla warfare, and there are many lessons learned.

The villagers in the mountains ate the rice provided by the 'Holy Light', wore the second-hand clothes given by the 'Holy Light', looked at the VCD given by the 'Holy Light', and happily shoveled all the tobacco fields.

Each village of 'Shengguang' has one or two classes of 'agricultural technicians'. As long as a dozen people are armed with machine guns and bazookas, they constitute an impregnable forward stronghold.

What do local forces gnaw on?

The 'Holy Light' gives money and things, the local forces are robbing money and goods, and it is self-evident who ordinary villagers take refuge in - the 'Buddha's Manifestation' is a psychological excuse to give them righteousness and light, and they can lead the way for the 'Holy Light' without any burden.

Tamba's forces could not stand this oppressive pressure. Either they move away or they fight back. So the general sent men to attack Mengxi Village a week earlier, trying to reclaim the village, which could provide food and tobacco.

But that offense was a joke. Fifty men were assembled before dark, and before dawn they pressed on the outside of the village, and tried to rush into the village with great effort, but they were stopped by a heavy machine gun outside the village.

When machine-gun bullets swept through the trees, tree trunks shook, fallen leaves and branches rustled, and the morale of the attacking team immediately went to zero.

The 50s were frightened and did not dare to move, and after being shot with a grenade, they were even more distraught, and fled with their legs.

The general scolded for this, but there was nothing he could do. The only thing he could do was try to contact more people, either to negotiate or to launch a larger attack.

But there's not much to say now. Helicopter airborne raids, very trendy play. Relying on clear intelligence support, surprise attack, rapid retreat.

Although it was only a small battle, the enemy was also a scumbag. But after the fight, I feel so cool in China, and I have never been cool - it turns out that as long as I have advanced equipment, I can be so strong!

Where have the local armed forces in northern Myanmar seen this? A small force is thus finished. The other forces have to weigh the consequences of disobedience.

Dambo didn't understand this, so he picked up a branch to use as a cane and moved his feet to go home. The thigh that was shot was no longer sensational, and it was extremely inconvenient to move. He knew he had to find a doctor as soon as possible or he would die.

Where to go?

Go to Lao Cai Town.

Tanba hopes to sell his watch there. He looked at his legs and lowered his mental expectations again, as long as he sold for a few hundred dollars, it would be enough to live.

Lao Cai Town is located in the east of Mujie Town, opposite the South Umbrella Port, which is also the main point of contention for several local forces. If it weren't for Zhou Qingfeng, there would still be shells crossing the border and landing on the Yunnan side for more than 20 years.

Tanba was thirsty and hungry at the moment, and he didn't even have a mouthful of water in the mountains. He could only grit his teeth and hold onto the branches, moving step by step. He didn't know if he would make it to Lao Cai Town, but if he didn't advance, he would die.

It didn't move a few kilometers for a day, and Tamba's physical exertion was very high. His injured thigh began to hurt, the kind that pierced his heart when he touched it.

The wound burst and bled blood, and the whole pants were wet and wet, and the fabric was hard because of the blood. It won't be long before he dies.

In desperation, Tamba had no choice but to stop on a dirt road in the mountains. He was able to stand at first, but soon he could only sit down. As the sun rose and the moon set, he could only lie down again.

I don't know how long it took for a sound to be heard in the mountains. There was a strange rumbling sound approaching. Tanba only looked up at the sky, his vision becoming more and more blurred. He saw someone appear, but he couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

"Captain, there's a guy lying here."

"Are you dead?"

"And the tone. He had a gunshot wound to the leg. The life was big, and the bullet passed through. ”

"Two knives, it's time for you to do it."

"Hell, don't call me 'two knives', Lao Tzu is a military doctor. Call me 'two knives' again, don't look for Lao Tzu if you're injured." ”

Tanbo was no longer visible, but he could still feel someone moving him. He was lifted up and placed on a stretcher. His trouser leg was cut, re-debrided and bandaged, and an infusion was administered.

At that moment, Tamba burst into tears. He knew he was still alive.