"They're in!"

"Retreat, retreat, let them in!"

When a tunnel entrance was discovered by Portuguese paratroopers, the paratrooper commander selected a death squad and sent them to try to find a breakthrough through the entrance, and this death squad of veterans and non-commissioned officers also lived up to expectations.

In order to seize the tunnel, they even set up light machine guns in a narrow space to strafe and fire, in the narrow space, the deafening gunfire and the flames and exhaust gas inspired by the bullets all rushed to the death squad at the end of the tunnel, and on the other side, the guerrillas who were pressed by the bullets and could not raise their heads also set up machine guns, and the two sides began to fire extremely fiercely in the narrow passage.

A machine gunner fell, his body was quickly dragged away by his teammates, and then the next person was rotated, and in less than a minute, the death squad changed four shooters, and on the partisan side, three corpses were also dropped.

Seeing that the Portuguese army was desperate to take the passage, the guerrillas could only abandon the defense and start to retreat, and then when the Portuguese army went dozens of meters deep into the tunnel and entered the ammunition storage room in the tunnel, they painfully found that this basement was still connected to these four tunnels in different directions.

"It's a bottomless pit!"

A non-commissioned officer angrily kicked the corpse on the ground, one of them could not even have more than 100 people, and at present, one-tenth of the combat personnel has been reduced, and the rest of the people are all filled in, and they can't control the entire tunnel network at all, let alone exchange fire with the guerrillas during the period.

The commander of the paratrooper company also knew about this problem, but he couldn't come up with any good ideas, he hoped that the infantry battalion commander would also transfer the infantry company in the camp, although the latter agreed, but it would take time for the reinforcements to arrive, and the attack could not just stop, so the infantry battalion commander could only let his infantry divide into a platoon and follow the paratroopers and guerrillas to fight for the tunnel.

After a whole afternoon of fierce fighting, the Portuguese finally pushed back to the noon offensive line again, this time not only controlling the ground, but also mastering nearly one-sixth of the tunnel network, and killing a full eight guerrilla soldiers, so to speak, when reinforcements arrived, they were able to raze the remaining villages!

But the attacking Portuguese never imagined that in fact, the tunnel area they controlled was completely released by the guerrillas!

Although Zabi was on the front line, at some critical moments, he still relied on Shepard, who was thousands of miles away, and after learning that the Portuguese army began to fight with the tunnels, Shepard directly let Zabi's people retreat from part of the area.

"If you can't keep it, let them keep it, let them keep it!"

Although Shepard is not proficient in tunnel warfare, he can be regarded as a little understanding, and the developed tunnel network must be a target for the attacker, because in this way it can compress the area of activity of the defense, but the premise is that they have controlled all the tunnel exits.

The number of Portuguese troops participating in the sweep is only two companies, plus the number of reinforced artillery and other units is only more than two hundred people, one-third of these people are fortified and controlled, then the remaining two-thirds are all put into the village battle is only one hundred and thirty people, and once these people start to divide their troops to defend the tunnel exit and fight for control of the tunnel, then in the end, whether it is on the ground or on the surface, they will face the problem of manpower shortage.

During the day, it was fine because the visual range ensured that the Portuguese army had a firm grip on its control, but at night, the problem of manpower became apparent, because the number of people could not fully control the entire village, so the Portuguese army could not prevent what the guerrillas wanted to do.

And now, as night falls, the time that belongs to the guerrillas is getting closer and closer!

"At night, it's your turn, Zabi!"

"Of course, I've been preparing for a long time!"

As night fell, the Portuguese army stopped its offensive and turned to a defensive posture, the paratroopers in the village found as comfortable a place to rest as possible, and the blankets and quilts left by the villagers were also divided among them, and then everyone began to silently enjoy the cold cans in their hands.

The infantrymen defending outside the village were much better than their colleagues in the village, although they were in the field, they had dug foxholes to protect them from the wind and rain, and they could even set up a small stove to make a cup of coffee, and the artillerymen in charge of the mortars had even dug field stoves, and were now gathered around to enjoy a hot meal.

Because the information they received only said that the guerrillas were blocked in the village by them, the vigilant sentries did not carefully observe the field behind them at all, and only two hundred meters away from them, pieces of turf were suddenly raised, and then, one by one, Uncle Black came out of it.

More than a dozen mercenaries under Sark cautiously drilled out of the tunnel, and after confirming that the Portuguese did not notice anything behind them, a dozen or so guerrillas came out of it, and the mercenaries did not rush to attack, but continued to carry weapons from the tunnel, and soon, one by one, automatic rifles were sent out of the tunnel, followed by several boxes of grenades, and even a few mercenaries brought night vision devices that are precious to Africa.

And when they were ready, the mercenaries immediately went to the mortar camp and killed,

The sentry in charge of the guard didn't realize that something was wrong until Uncle Black touched his back, and he only had time to pull the trigger and shoot at the ground after being stabbed in the neck.

But it was too late, and the black uncles rushed to less than fifty meters of the mortar position, and the artillerymen were still eating and drinking with bowls and chatting about meat jokes, and then bullets and grenades crackled and fell into the crowd.

The field stove full of food was directly blown up by the explosion, and the soup was scattered all over the ground.

The unsuspecting Portuguese artillerymen immediately threw their bowls away and began to hug their heads, and the black uncles did not rush to chase, they first made up the guns of the wounded soldiers who were wailing on the ground, and then went straight to the mortars that had been erected, and the mercenaries skillfully pulled off the grenade and threw it into the barrel, and the four 60mm mortars brought by the Portuguese army turned into a pile of scrap metal with green smoke.

When the Portuguese army, which knew that the butt had been copied, hurriedly sent troops back to help, it was also accurately shot by mercenaries equipped with night vision devices, and an infantry platoon killed four people in less than three minutes, and the platoon commander who led the team was set on fire while rescuing the wounded and died on the spot.

The whole platoon of infantry was so pressed by a few black uncles that they couldn't raise their heads!