How to say it, the Portuguese soldiers were not unelite, their tactical movements were clean and neat, and they were also very skillful in cooperating with each other, and the wounded were rescued back into the defensive circle at the first time by suppressing the tactics with heavy firepower.

But the problem was that the guerrillas had no intention of charging at all, and they didn't even fire a few shots, and the only one who fired was an old hunter who was almost fifty years old, and after he fired a shot at the sky with his old powder gun, the Portuguese began to suppress the fire with all their brushes, and the turf of a dozen automatic fires flew everywhere.

But they did not wait for the expected attack, because just after stepping on the mines, the guerrillas had already withdrawn from the ambush point after confirming the results of the battle, so the hundreds of bullets of the Portuguese soldiers were all empty.

Then the supply convoy heard the deafening explosion and saw the smoke rising high in the air.

Although the charge of the 75mm high-explosive shell is not much, the power can still blow up a car, and the power of several 75mm shells tied together is not a problem to blow up even an armored car.

And the armored car of the Portuguese garrison, it is very unfortunate to be hit, it is an old wheeled armored car from World War II, there is a 20mm cannon, if you encounter it head-on, the guerrillas without heavy weapons are slaughtered, but now, the car has been lying under the roadbed, and even the three wheels have disappeared, the chassis of the car has been deformed, and the remaining two military trucks that follow the armored car have nothing to do.

The first car was also affected by the explosion because it was too close, and it overturned, and half of the dozen soldiers in the car were crushed to death, and the rest were thrown out, and they fell to the ground covered in injuries and wailing.

The second truck was better, the shock wave of the explosion only caused the car to roll over on its side, and few people in the car died, but more than half of the people suffered internal injuries because of the shock wave and the explosion, and many people even had double visions, and then, they became the best prey for Plumri and his men.

After just a few rounds of fire, the Portuguese lost the will to fight, and could only raise their hands and let the guerrillas fall, but to their surprise, the guerrillas who ambushed them did not torture the prisoners as before, on the contrary, they just disarmed the prisoners, tied them together, and then quickly cleaned up the battlefield before retreating.

What a sergeant remembered vividly was what a seemingly partisan commander had said to him.

"We have no grievances with you, and even we are happy to welcome you to our country as guests, this is not your war, go home!"

For the Portuguese army, the attack was like an ordinary day, and did not cause the slightest wave, because they were attacked too many every day, but for the partisans in Zabi, for the first time, they found that victory came so easily, they not only captured a dozen G3 assault rifles equipped with Grape Man soldiers, but even blew up an armored vehicle.

"So, do people still think that landmines are useless?"

"Useful, so useful!"

Zabi nodded again and again like a chicken eating rice at the moment, he had already decided, let his subordinates learn this, if there were still people who didn't learn, he would go up and give the other party two big mouths.

"It just so happens that we still have some renovated gifts there, so let's give them out together!"

Shepard was also addicted, and he decided to strike while the iron was hot and give the Portuguese a little Afghan shock.

Immediately, over the next month, the guerrillas went out in all directions, dropping bombs everywhere, first dropping a bundle of cluster grenades into the unmanned local colonial police station late one night, and then planting tripwire mines in front of the police station.

Then the guerrillas attacked a supply truck loaded with flour, butter and vegetables, looted all the supplies on the truck, took everything they could and distributed it to the local population, and then planted mines under the car, so that two more unlucky men from the Portuguese army had to be carried back to the hospital.

In short, the guerrillas began to strike at the lonely, unmanned Portuguese strongholds, almost as if they were addicted to play, and the sound of explosions resounded through the night sky.

The commander of the Portuguese garrison in the northern border provinces of Angola only realized that something was wrong, because the damage caused by this series of attacks was not serious, the total number of wounded was about a dozen, and the material losses were just like that, at most some flour and pork were snatched, but then he realized that something was wrong.

Because his men, whether they were regular soldiers or local servants, even had some resistance to going out on patrol, many of them witnessed the wounding of their comrades, and the guerrilla mines were not deadly, but they were extremely painful, and even one unlucky little brother was cut off by shrapnel.

In a regular field battle with the enemy, they can at least see where the enemy is, even if they are killed by bullets, it is a matter of an instant, at least they don't have to bear the pain, but those mines, before they are detonated, you won't even know where this thing is, and it is also a question whether it will even be detonated, it's okay not to blow up, if it blows up?

The thought of the miserable appearance of the friendly troops made many soldiers shudder.

Only then did the commander realize that those things that could be cut even like children's toys had hit the morale of his subordinates so badly.

What annoyed him even more was that such attacks continued, and the targets were not only limited to checkpoint posts, but even some people were planting mines outside the barracks of the garrison, and his men were even hit, although the final result was that the truck suffered a little damage, and there were no casualties, but it made his entire regiment have a fear of losing the dirt road.

As a result, when soldiers go out on duty, they will selectively go down the roadbed, and the road will be handed over to the vehicles.

Faced with such a situation, the commander of the garrison could not even come up with any good solution, so he could only report to the people above and ask the people above to send some more sappers to him, or send some minesweepers to sweep it himself.

"These damn guerrillas, why did they suddenly get their senses?"