After the ambush ended, Captain Lee quickly evacuated the battlefield with his men, and before leaving, he did not forget to let his men plant a few anti-tank mines on the road.

Captain Li has no interest in dealing with those Anren infantry, not only because this kind of thing is thankless, but most importantly, there is no return, you can get 10,000 yuan for destroying a tank, and you can get 50,000 yuan for capturing a tank, which is clearly priced.

Infantry? The infantry is worth a few dollars, just leave it to Uncle Black to deal with it himself!

After returning to the forward base, Captain Lee directly handed over the camera film to Wilson, who immediately smiled when he learned that this was a record of the destruction of four tanks, and he didn't care at all about the death of a dozen black uncles as bait.

"It's okay, the last thing in this place is people!"

Looking at the Apple detachment returning from Desheng, Wilson was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, Captain Lee's round of ambush on the side of the pass, although it was said that it only knocked out four intrusive tanks, but in that bad terrain, if the People's Liberation Movement did not drag out the wreckage, it would not be able to let the heavy equipment pass, and it would take a day or two to go back and forth, and in the past two days, it would be enough for 54 transport planes to send some reinforcements from the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

The 54 transport plane sent more P's again, and Hannibal was among them, and he rushed to the province of Uige with his field command and the butter detachment that had completed the replenishment of personnel, but to Wilson's surprise, Hannibal not only refused his order to involve the Shadow Company in the defense of the bridge, but even refused to become the supreme commander of the area.

"We're not here to compete with them, you come here for defense, those recoilless guns are yours, if not, my people can train you, it's not realistic to ask my people to participate in defense!"

"So what are you going to do?"

"You don't have to worry about that, you just need to prepare what we want!"

"However, this is not the same as promised, without elite mercenaries, those blacks will not be able to hold the line at all!"

"Then organize a team of warlords, shoot a few typicals, and the rest of the guys will stay in the trenches honestly, and if you can provide those guys with better supplies, I think they will be happy to squat in those trenches until they die, and my people are only under my command!"

"Okay, but what do you want the boat for, you want to cross the river and fight back? Do you need me to send you a few guides?"

"No, we know this place well!"

Hannibal shook his head lightly, and then said.

"You just need to guard this bridge, and that's enough!"

Hannibal is right, Uige Province is also half of the home of the Shadow Company, and the team of the Zabi Big Brothers has also fought guerrillas and established fortresses in Uige Province, although most of them have followed the retreating army to the north of the Congo River, but there are still many people who remain on the south bank, they are equipped with radios and binoculars, and they can easily collect all kinds of information about the SPLM.

And these tasks, when the combat detachment was still resting, Shepard was already arranging.

Now, the transportation routes and transit supply points of the Anren Movement in Uige Province have each been clearly marked on the combat map by Shepard, and what Hannibal has to do is to pull out these strongholds in one go when the equipment is in place!

According to Hannibal's orders, Wilson collected as many civilian boats and canoes as he could, and then Hannibal took two detachments on board these boats, and quietly crossed the downstream in the darkness of night to join Zabi's guerrilla group.

For this operation, the CIA also provided a number of light jeeps, these light vehicles weighing less than a ton were placed on ferries and sent across the river, these work was extremely secretive, except for a few people including Wilson, other SLF troops defending on the north bank did not know at all, they did not need to know, although they could not participate in Hannibal's plan, but Wilson still cooperated with their work as much as possible.

Wilson was going to turn the bridgehead into a flesh mill, so he prepared more reserves, so that when the SPLM troops attacked, he would grind meat on the bridgehead with the other side, so as to attract the attention of more SPLM troops

force, reducing resistance for Hannibal's actions.

On the second day after Hannibal crossed the river, the SPLM troops barely opened the pass, and then, the SPLM troops, who had a long memory, began to advance in a very strict step-and-tan coordination, so it took another half a day to break the road from the pass to the bridgehead.

By the time the assault on the bridge began, Hannibal had successfully joined up with the armed guerrillas operating in the area.

"Very well, try to be as lively as you can, so that we can do it!"

So Wilson stubbornly turned his defensive battle into an offense, although there were no tanks, but relying on dozens of mortars and howitzers, coupled with the recoilless guns brought by Hannibal, he stubbornly blocked the SPM troops at the end of the bridge with a rain of bullets, anyway, the field airfield is less than 20 kilometers behind the bridge, whether it is to transport troops or replenish ammunition is extremely convenient, Wilson immediately let the black uncles open to fight.

And his insistence on this posture also succeeded in arousing the interest of the MPM commander on the other side, and after such a long time, a guy who liked to fight with himself finally appeared, and the Soviet commander immediately sent an invitation to help the friendly troops nearby, and then, a steady stream of artillery was also converging towards his position.

As a result, the battle for the bridge gradually went crooked, and turned into an artillery battle between the two sides, and the two sides gathered hundreds of artillery pieces, bombarding from morning to night every day, fighting with an unflinching momentum. Z.br>

And that's what Hannibal was waiting for!

Because of the white-hot battle, the transit and supply stations of the People's Liberation Movement are almost continuous, and the black uncles who do chores here are busy from morning to night every day, not to mention resting, everyone has to take turns to go to the toilet.

Then, on an equally busy night, a convoy of more than a dozen vehicles with headlights came from north to south, many of the people in the convoy were all white, and on each car, the flag of the Soviet army was planted.

This kind of fanfare march did not arouse the suspicion of the sentry at the transit station in the slightest, after all, at such a moment, such a swagger, it must be friendly troops, and you look at those white soldiers, who at every turn put Sukabule and Davarich on their lips, this is not their dear Soviet notice, who else could it be?