Chapter Fifty
The death grip conference **arrived so quietly and suddenly, it was so real that it was beyond expectation.
I always thought that the two mountains were fighting, which was a very strategic way of fighting for the old Chinese army. Take advantage of a war to let all those troops who have not seen blood nationwide go and see what it's like to die in a real fight.
It's impossible for someone without great wisdom and courage to come up with such a move.
After all, a true military general can only be forged in blood and fire!
It's really a good time to take a nap, and someone has brought us a pillow. Just when we were having fun playing equipment installation plan chess, the arrival of a light helicopter made this dead-end conference **stage become the pinnacle classic in the history of the Dead-end Conference.
There is a task!
The border situation in the south is originally complicated, with some villages half in China and half in other countries. It's easier to go abroad from there than for us to go out shopping at a supermarket.
And in the south, near the border with a world-renowned drug-producing country, there is a drug-trafficking syndicate led by three brothers.
They rely on their superior numbers and firepower to act lawlessly in the border area, often intimidating local residents into helping them smuggle drugs into China. If anyone dares to refuse, they will be dragged out and brutally beaten at gunpoint, and still forced to help them transport the drugs after the beating.
These three brothers also knew the ferocity of Chinese anti-drug police and border armed police, they didn't dare to make trouble within China's borders, so they came up with such a despicable trick.
This is what makes the border defense and anti-smuggling police brothers so angry!
In the past, brothers didn't have the ability to cross national borders to launch attacks, it seemed like there were some rules and big picture things?
Can't hit the past, sometimes it's really just watching those honest and simple border people walk to their own face with a bruised nose and cry saying I have drugs on my body, I have no way, they beat me, I have no way, I'm really not a drug trafficker.
This son of a bitch has bullied people to this extent, even Buddha would get angry!
It just so happens that our group of experts in dying are all together practicing, and a few big shots got together and said that this group of bastards were idle anyway, so they might as well go out and practice. After all, with over 200 people, it's almost like two regiments of miscellaneous troops, and it's really an honor for them to be able to hold their own against us!
The main thing is to take down those several bastard-controlled drug processing plants and warehouses, cut off the source of that guy's harm. This task will be handed over to the brothers in Nujiang Canyon. As for us, it's just a matter of sweeping around the periphery, which is considered as doing odd jobs!
At least this is a real battle with real knives and guns, everyone holds injury numbers to evaluate the combat effectiveness report to compare high and low, this is much better than our internal death struggle.
Still changing armor and equipment, then the pirated Black Hawk pulled the brothers towards the predetermined landing point.
It was truly magnificent!
In the dark night sky, a group of heavily armed military men sat on a large flock of black pirated helicopters that were arrayed in the air and charging towards the gathering point, which seemed to have a bit of the flavor of ancient heavy armored cavalry charging into battle.
It seems I'm not the only one with this feeling, looking at Yang Ke that kid is also full of excitement, as if he wants to sing a song on all communication channels if the environment allows it.
It seems that we're all so excited that we can't find our way north. Suddenly, Brother Kuang threw over a tube of camouflage cream and said, "You two bastards hurry up and put it on! Don't be too proud and forget yourselves! Those drug traffickers are all old slippery characters who have fought in the jungle for many years. You think this battle is going to be easy?
You little guy know that it's not just one or two years that the country on the other side has wanted to eliminate these three brothers, but every time they've suffered heavy casualties and returned in defeat.
The previous year, that country had probably made up its mind to use a genuine mountain division to besiege the old nest of those three guys. Those three guys actually launched a guerrilla warfare with all the people as soldiers. Chairman Mao's 16-character mantra was used vividly and the mountain division was dragged down and couldn't be saved, so they had to hurry up and leave before the rainy season arrived. I said, Yang Ke, what kind of camouflage is that you drew?
I took one look at Yang Ke and almost burst out laughing. The guy didn't know if it was intentional or not, but anyway he had painted his two eye sockets black while leaving the rest of his face blank, looking quite a bit like a panda's pattern.
I quickly drew a powerful dot pattern on myself, and I said to my brother, don't worry, aren't we just a group of mixed-up people who are good at fighting guerrilla warfare? The 16-character motto of Chairman Mao is something that those outsiders can only recite superficially. We are the authentic inheritors of Chairman Mao's kung fu, and the things we practice seem to be the nemesis of guerrilla warfare.
As they spoke, the gathering point was already in sight. With a wave of his hand, Yang Ke's little brother scurried off with a pair of panda eyes, and then the brothers opened up a circular defensive line. The stolen Black Hawk unloaded all its equipment, and the brothers dispersed.
Everyone is a professional and the battle plan was memorized before coming, with clear goals, division of labor, and coordinated attacks. The attack time is 24 hours, and then return home in batches.
There was another thing that at the time in order to rush for the last train back home, several old brand-name troops' bosses almost got into a fight on the spot in the combat room.
Everyone knows that what we're doing is all about one-hit kill, the faster the action, the better. But this time's raid target was too deep and had multiple points opening at the same time, which means if our opponent wasn't an idiot, they would definitely be able to catch us off guard.
By then, the last batch of brothers who retreated might have been killed by these lingering ghosts.
At that time, the old bosses of those old-brand troops made a loud noise and each one could take out some impressive achievements as capital to show off. However, Mr. Kuang originally thought it was just calling his son in the last batch, but he was suppressed by several other old bosses with gold stars who said they couldn't let him use his power for personal gain and send his own son on a dangerous mission. Moreover, your son's troop seems to be a newly established department, is this experience lacking?
My brother's face was a bit unbearable, but there was no other way out. Then he rushed into the combat communication room and made a phone call, reenacting that sweet and sour scene of uncle, grandfather, and auntie with a mouthful of acid.
Then those big brothers with stars on their shoulders could only reluctantly agree to the opinion put forward by another big brother with the surname Kuang after receiving many phone calls - let this young man Kuang Ming go in the last batch! Good boy, he needs to grow up in the tempering, so let him take on the heavy responsibility and go in the last batch!
We became the last batch of withdrawal team, to put it bluntly, we are likely to die with thousands of armed drug traffickers and this opportunity with a high probability of death was brought by my brother who walked through the back door.
This is also the only time in my impression that Old Master Kuang agreed with his son's backdoor deal.
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