Chapter 6: Retribution (Part 3) of Volume I
Six Toyota pickups with machine gunners were priority targets, and in less than a minute the first hundred-round belt was shot out. The gunners didn't even have time to change belts before they were picked off one by one, while the drivers were turned into sieves by the dense hail of bullets. Two of the Toyotas exploded and burst into flames, illuminating some of the suppressed rebels in stark relief. Over the radio came SB's bellowing voice: "Next time remember to issue incendiary rounds or something, these high-explosives just aren't satisfying!"
Despite this, the mortar shells still landed accurately in the most densely populated area of the rebels. Looking at the completely collapsed rebels, Guī Lóng patted and stared at the night vision goggles, shouting wildly, the excited government army commander: "Do you want to capture them?"
"Prisoner? What is prisoner?"
The demon dragon finally understood why this country had only a few thousand troops and its population was not increasing, fighting like this for less than ten years and the country would be left with only those immigrant little Japanese! Opening the intercom, the demon dragon coldly ordered: "Exterminate them all, leave no grass standing!"
The earphone unexpectedly did not have the usual crisp response, and after a moment of silence, SB, who was barely proficient in Chinese, asked curiously: "Captain, what grass doesn't stay? Is it an inch of grass? What kind of grass is that? There's no grass here!"
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A government army commander, unable to contain his excitement at victory, jumped out of the trenches and rushed towards the defeated rebels, wielding an AK-74 and shouting as he went. The old man was beating down on the rebels who had lost their will to resist, a hero in everyone's eyes, especially with several anti-material rifles protecting him from behind, which further emboldened his courage to kill the enemy. With this example, other government soldiers also jumped out of the trenches and shelters, rushing towards the remaining rebels like they were at a market, begging for mercy on their knees.
Tanks and mortars were forced to stop, people were mixed together, how could they fight? Except for a few snipers who looked at the rebels who dared to resist and shot them with one bullet, most of the mercenaries stayed in their positions and watched this massacre! Some government soldiers threw away their AK-74s, picked up the big machetes of African indigenous tribes, and chopped people's heads off. Others surrounded a rebel and emptied their magazines, turning him into a pile of rotten flesh. Even more outrageous was that some rebels who were lying on the ground, moaning, were thrown into a burning Toyota pickup truck. An hour later, the government army commander returned to the central fortress with a rebel's head in his hand, covered in blood and grinning from ear to ear.
The government army's casualties of dozens can almost be ignored, the rebel army's more than a thousand corpses have proven that this is a successful battle. The commander of the government army is almost madly laughing as he gathers his men and horses to advance towards the Japanese immigrant district, with the menacing T-34 tanks and the mercenary troops led by Kaito.
The Japanese are very particular about choosing a location, the entire immigrant district is in a ring-shaped valley, with exits on both sides, and a medium-sized lake in the middle of the valley. A freshwater purification plant and a set of wind turbines maintain the basic needs of the valley. The various crops in the plantation are planted according to their types, while the quarry near the mountain produces limestone, looking like a country within a country. At each exit of the two valleys, there are three buildings with a "品" shape distribution, three-story steel-reinforced concrete structures, which look just like Japanese artillery towers. As long as they form a crossfire, they can block the mountain pass, and even if they have armored vehicles, it would be difficult to break through such a defense, let alone the T-34's antique equipment.
The Japanese seem to have gotten used to the government troops wandering around outside their territory, except for a few buildings in Taniguchi where several M-60 machine guns were sticking out, and no one else even had the interest to take a look. Koryu, who was mixed in with the government troops, observed carefully for half a day before asking the government troops to build temporary defensive fortifications on the outskirts of the valley, while he himself returned to the large truck loaded with all sorts of equipment along with other mercenaries.
The satellite video communication system, which was purchased at a great price, quickly connected, and Ah Chen on the screen was still sitting in front of the computer with an icy expression, behind him were the thick legs of the black giant.
The demon dragon didn't bother with pleasantries and directly stated what it wanted: 3,000 sets of gas masks and protective suits, 40 kilograms of VX nerve agent and corresponding antidotes, as well as enough thermite bombs to flatten a division-level military base and a large quantity of railway construction materials.
A Zheng didn't waste any words and directly sent over a quote sheet. The several Russian military men looked at the string of zeros before the decimal point on the quote sheet and took in a breath of cold air. At this price, attacking a mountain valley would be a huge loss, wouldn't it?
