The so-called modern guerrilla warfare tactics actually have a very low barrier to entry. This tactic, which is said to have been invented and widely used by the Nabur people in their war with the British in South Africa, requires little from the practitioner, regardless of race, education, or even the elderly, women, and children; And it doesn't eat equipment, if you have a gun that can be fired, a thunder that can explode, if you don't have these things that you can use with daggers, kitchen knives, and even stones, as long as you can kill people.

Of course, just because anyone can play doesn't mean that everyone can play well, although this thing doesn't eat equipment, it has requirements for organization and coordination. When a large number of guerrilla units are scattered into pieces, if you don't have the ability to do so, I'm afraid that these people will all disperse, it will be a trivial matter, and they will fight separately, or even fight each other for the interests of small groups, then you will not mention what to attack and harass the enemy. Successful guerrilla warfare is a test of organization and control.

Some of the rough embryos in the green paint area do not think that the attacks and harassment encountered by the troops in Shandong have anything to do with modern guerrilla warfare, and this mode of operation can only be called the ignorance and madness of a certain military outfit that shows foolishness and disregard for human life.

Many Qing soldiers who were civilians a month or even a few days ago were coerced into mindlessly attacking those who were armed with huge generational equipment. In a sense, the people who organize such attacks are the murderers of civilians.

In the late autumn of Jinan Mansion, the weather is sunny and windless, and an old man with a goat and white beard in the pavilion is leisurely drinking tea and basking in the sun, unaware that there is a TAC-50 sniper rifle aimed at him a kilometer away.

There are many people who have an in-depth understanding of the history of the Rabbit Army, including Chief of Staff and Political Commissar Lu Xiangyang, who knows very well that the key to ending the current budding guerrilla warfare of the Qing army in Shandong is to solve the old man who is basking in the sun.

This old man, who was once listed a few years later, and Zhang Zhidong and others initiated the Southeast Mutual Insurance Agreement, is now the real power leader of the Qing court in Shandong. Li Bingheng, who relied on official donations to enter the officialdom, presided over the Western Transportation Bureau on the Guangxi border during the Sino-French War, and he was still somewhat capable in logistics management.

However, what really hurts is that the Shandong officialdom, which has been rotten nowadays, regards Li Bingheng's decree of requisitioning grain and arresting Ding as a shortcut to make a fortune, and officials big and small use the banner of exterminating the "pseudo-Song Dynasty" to loot the people's fat and ointment.

In a densely populated province like Shandong, the materials and soldiers that can be unearthed under this kind of frenzied looting will indeed make the lonely traversers feel uncomfortable, even if less than a tenth of the resources looted by officials of all sizes are now used for war.

A sunglasses-clad SEAL sniper with his face pressed against the TAC-50's fiberglass-reinforced plastic butt awaits an Yanxin, who has spoken to the command center, for an order.

The TAC-50 has set the world's farthest sniper record (2,413.5 meters), and now the seals are only about a kilometer away from the pavilion of Li Bingheng's house, and the weather conditions with high visibility and windless wind are sure that snipers can kill with one hit.

What made Zhao Yi hesitate and did not give the sniper order was still concerned about the Oolong escape incident that happened in the Zhili area that night. Although he later learned from Rong Lu that it was just a big misunderstanding that the crossing that night, the "rescue" operation that almost hollowed out the aviation fuel at that time still made Zhao Yi feel uneasy.

While the use of Tomahawk cruise missiles to decapitate innocent people is injure, the SEALs who conduct the guidance and evaluation of the results do not have to get so close to the target, so they can evacuate faster and safer.

"Are you sure you'll get out?" Zhao Yi asked An Yanxin on the radio, referring to the fact that the Executive Committee would not provide more air support.

This can't be blamed on Boss Zhao slamming the door, a big oil-eater at the airport in the green paint area is getting ready to go. Strategic bombers are not cats and dogs, and the aviation fuel burned by the commissioning of the engine can make the hearts of the citizens of the Provisional Executive Committee bleed. Not to mention that soon after, the Tu-160 will have a direct flight to the East of the South Pacific, which is basically to drain the rhythm of the oil depot in the green paint area.

"Their customs and defenses are very loose, and the means of information transmission are backward, so there is no big problem in withdrawing." An Yanxin replied.

Judging from the information provided by the informant, Li Bingheng has rarely come to this secluded house recently, after all, the front-line war is tight, and as a leader, he is not in the mood for entertainment. Once they missed this opportunity, An Yanxin and they could only go to the governor's yamen to squat.

Even if we don't consider the problem from the perspective of reducing collateral damage, in terms of the safety of evacuation, the remote house is much higher than the governor's yamen in a heavily guarded block.

However, Captain Luo also had difficulties, and on this day, there were people who came to watch the BB63 as a waiter, and if they did not want people to associate the explosion incident that occurred in Shandong with the flying objects launched by the "Iowa"-class battleships, they would not launch the "Tomahawk" cruise missile until night.

"Then let's execute the backup plan!" In order to continue to fool the great powers into lighting the technology tree of the cannon giant ship, it is impossible for Zhao Yi to let the whiteskins know that there are missiles, even rockets.

Bang! Even with a high-efficiency brake mounted on the muzzle, the TAC-50 moves much more than the TAC-338, and the .50 BMG rounds fired by the former were originally intended to attack lightly armored targets!

In fact, Li Bingheng was careful enough on this trip, his own soldiers had already emptied the idle people within a mile of the partial house, and the side house and the pavilion were also full of bright and dark sentry posts.

However, the 12.7 mm bullet was fired from two miles away, where he had no defenses. This competition-level ammunition is extremely accurate, and even when shooting at such a distance, the bullet still accurately hit Li Bingheng's chest. After the guards found out that Li Bingheng had been shot, their first reaction was to control the maid who was waiting on the side, who was already stunned by the blood splashed.

After the observer confirmed the killing, the seals quickly packed up their messes and ran away, because the sniper point was more than 600 meters away from Li Bingheng's nearest sentry post, An Yanxin believed that they were calm to the point that they even dealt with the sniper position.

However, people are still not as good as heaven, and the seals completely use the standards of soldiers to look at Li Bingheng's personal guards after all. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, it was not news that the military discipline of the Qing army was sloppy, but the soldiers of the Governor's Guard also took the opportunity to serve as a peripheral guard to drink wine and eat meat, and they were especially a large number of people in groups, which An Yanxin did not expect.

No, this group of Qing troops, who were obviously a little drunk, saw a few people walking quickly from the direction of the post they had left without permission, and were about to step forward to inquire about the guns.

Who would have thought that these peasants, who they thought were secretly returning home after the guards had cleaned up the idle people, suddenly started to the guys with rags wrapped in their hands.

Even if these Qing soldiers didn't drink high, even if they didn't hold bolt-action rifles in their hands, the soldiers and seals were obviously looking for death when they competed with the speed of their guns. If the Qing soldiers just signaled the seals to stop and be inspected, then An Yanxin planned to give some copper coins or throw a silver dollar and forget it.

But as a member of the Governor's Guard, who is used to being powerful on weekdays, what kind of vigilance posture will these people have there, they will play the same set of pulling the bolt to scare the people in the past, and they are about to get back the money they just ate and drink!

As the saying goes, if you don't die, you won't die, and this time those high-drinking ruffians kicked the stone, well, it was the last time they kicked the stone. As soon as the SEALs in the lead saw that the other party had come up, they pulled the bolt and opened the safety, so they couldn't handle the 7.62mm MK14 rifle wrapped in rags in their hands.

“Shit！ Again？ After a strafing shot, the corpses were left all over the ground, An Yanxin looked at the seal with an innocent face and said.

Didn't we say that it was better to quietly enter the village to shoot, why did you blow up the pot again, did you have to make the kind of big scene in the Zhili Plain that night?

The buddy who took the lead shrugged his shoulders and imitated the action of a Qing army pulling the bolt, and his face was full of grievances written in the baby's heart but the baby didn't say it.