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Chapter 1539: New Players in the Great Power Game (Third Update, Please Subscribe)
A 50: scale map.

A commander in green military uniform stood in front of the map and looked at it for a while. Then he picked up a teacup from the table. It was a white enamel teacup with some red words printed on it.

This kind of teacup is rare on this continent. The commander picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, and then said:
"It is better to cut off one enemy finger than to injure ten of them. Since the day the SEA army came here together with the British colonists four months ago, they have become our biggest threat. Now, they must annihilate this force completely, so that those people can realize that we cannot be underestimated."

As he spoke he took another sip of his tea, and then he said:
"Remember to shout when attacking... "Kill! You won't be killed if you surrender your weapons."

The staff officer at the side asked with some confusion after hearing the language he had never heard before.

"Captain, what does this mean?"

"It means killing them and handing over their weapons so they won't be killed."

The man in military uniform explained and then said:

"If there are any prisoners, send them here. I will interrogate them personally."

When he said this, his tone was full of confidence, and he even said conceitedly:

"They are just a bunch of cowards just like the Americans..."

……

Gunshots, dense gunshots echoed across the grassland. The soldiers trapped in the encirclement felt an atmosphere completely different from the past.

This atmosphere is more like being on a battlefield!
After emptying a magazine, Zhang Sixiang shouted loudly.

“Is this black?”

"Yeah, damn it, who said they wouldn't fight."

The guys said this because they found that the enemies they encountered were different from the guys with very fascinating shooting postures described by the veterans.

These people not only know how to maneuver and engage the enemy under the line of fire, but also know how to provide fire cover and coordinate with each other.

As soon as they stopped cursing, a mortar shell fell from the other side. The shell even hit the off-road vehicle directly. After the violent explosion, the car turned into a pile of burning scrap metal.

"Damn it, we are facing an elite group..."

Lu Deming, the company commander, shouted loudly.

"Call immediately and tell them of our situation. We are surrounded by the enemy."

Faced with the sudden encirclement, they did not panic. They formed a circular defense circle with the convoy as the center. The soldiers either leaned against the cars or lay on the roadside, firing back fiercely at the enemy with machine guns and rifles.

Although these enemies are completely different from the ones they have heard of, it is no big deal. It is just that in the past one bullet could kill an enemy, but now it only takes two or three bullets.

The firing of the AR15 assault rifle was fierce. Amid the rapid gunfire, the guns in the soldiers' hands were like the scythe of the god of death, wantonly harvesting lives on the battlefield. For a moment, a large number of enemies who rushed out from the half-man-deep bushes were knocked down in an instant.

The desperate screams and wails on the battlefield kept reaching Zhang Sixiang's ears, but he did not hesitate at all, just kept aiming and shooting.

I don’t know how many enemies were killed.

At this moment, a gust of hot machine gun bullets hit the car body that Zhang Sixiang was leaning on, making a "bang bang" sound, and the sparks from the bullets were dazzling.

"It's low-range fire suppression!"

This special machine gun tactic is to fire at a space between 20 centimeters and 1 meter. The bullets will be fired at the slope or parallel to the ground, which can directly kill the lying enemies and produce a large number of ricochets. For the defenders, this kind of fire suppression is enough to prevent them from raising their heads.

"Damn it, we've met our match..."

Even as he was shouting this, Zhang Sixiang was pinned down there, using the car body as cover, and had no chance to raise his head.

Is this still an African?
Zhang Sixiang didn’t know, but he had no time to think about it. He half-squatted and shot at the enemy again with his rifle.

After knocking down several enemies in succession, before he had time to change the magazine, he felt as if his chest was hit by a hammer.

The whole person fell to the ground, and the moment he fell to the ground, Zhang Sixiang was completely stunned.

There was only one thought left in his mind:
"It's over. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead."

When this thought came to his mind, he couldn't help but touch the wound, wanting to stop the bleeding with his hands, but... there was no blood!

He felt the bullet, a deformed bullet that was nailed to the ceramic bulletproof plate.

Looking at the deformed bullet in his hand, Zhang Sixiang became excited.

"Fuck... I'm still alive."

Only those who have experienced it personally can feel the joy after escaping death and the excitement in their hearts.

"I am alive. I am still alive."

Just then, a whistling sound was heard in the air.

It was not the enemy's artillery fire, but theirs. The company commander had called for artillery support. Compared with the mortars, the 155 howitzers at the rear base were more deadly.

In the violent explosion, the enemies were constantly blown into the sky. Perhaps these people had learned some infantry tactics through long-term training.

But they only learned a little, and they could only apply it mechanically. They did not really master how to conduct modern warfare. Many people were even blown up into the sky by artillery shells.

"Boom boom"

Suddenly, the battlefield was filled with thick smoke. The huge shock wave blew many people's planes directly into the sky, and the dust wrapped around their incomplete limbs flew into the air.

Following a violent explosion, the battlefield, which was originally full of danger, seemed to calm down again.

There were corpses everywhere in the grass, and among them there were some people wailing constantly.

"Stop shooting! Stop shooting..."

At the sergeant's shout, Zhang Sixiang and his comrades stopped shooting. They looked at the grassland in front of them. The weeds half a man high concealed everything. Where are the enemies?

It should have been blown away.

The platoon leader pointed to the distance and shouted:
"There they are! Grenadier, grenadier, look over there for two grenades!"

The grenadier immediately fired two grenades in the direction of the platoon leader's finger. Amid the sound of the grenades exploding, several people really "jumped out".

"There are enemies!"

Gunfire immediately broke out. Under the intensive fire suppression from rifles and machine guns, the enemy forces that had been hiding in the weeds and trying to close in on the surprise attack suffered another severe blow.

After learning that the attack had failed, the officer holding the teacup did not immediately order a retreat. He just frowned and said to himself:
"That's not right. They should be a bunch of paper tigers. How come they are so good at fighting?"

Then he looked at the watch on his wrist and said:
"Well, we've missed our chance..."

Yes, the opportunity has been missed. Soon, their helicopters will fly over, followed by a barrage of rockets and machine guns.

When they were at the Army Command College, the instructors had specifically reminded them of the things they should pay attention to when fighting with helicopter units.

One of them is that you must be vigilant about their armed helicopters, which will arrive at the battlefield in the shortest time possible and then attack the attacking troops, so you must never fight to the end.

"On the Ho Chi Minh Trail, our comrades in the south once encountered a helicopter unit. Due to their lack of experience, they were almost surrounded by the enemy."

Recalling the instructor's reminder, he immediately ordered the troops to retreat. Although he wanted to wipe out an entire company of the enemy, since he couldn't do it, he would wait until next time!

However, before leaving, he still left a letter, but a sentence.

Soon, while clearing the battlefield, Zhang Sixiang and his comrades saw each other's messages.

“Mountains and rivers bring us together!”

"I……"

Zhang Sixiang opened his eyes wide and looked at the words written on the tree. He could hardly believe his eyes.

"This, this... wow, you can actually quote poetry..."

"That's not true! This guy's level is not simple."

The word was written with a brush on the whitish yellow bark, and everything looked so strange appearing on this battlefield.

Everything is really too unbelievable. After all, this is Africa, not Southeast Asia. It would be normal to encounter such things in Southeast Asia.

"Yes, my goodness, what we are facing is not..."

Without waiting for his comrade to finish speaking, Zhang Sixiang spoke.

"He should be an international student who studied abroad..."

"International students, no wonder... they are different from ordinary people..."

While saying this, Zhang Sixiang took out a ballpoint pen and wrote another sentence next to that sentence.

"There is always hope for the future!"

This can also be considered as an agreement with the other party!

At this time, the battlefield has returned to calm, and roaring helicopters take off and land from time to time, sending injured soldiers to the rear. On the side of the road, there is also a group of prisoners. The intelligence department is still very interested in these prisoners. After all, the enemy encountered by the troops this time is completely different from the past.

This was a group of enemies whose tactics and methods were completely different from those of the past. Before he even returned to the base, the intelligence officer who came with the helicopter had already begun his interrogation.

The reason why these intelligence officers were interested in this force was that things had changed. Although they had encountered resistance from the Kenyan Free Army in the past, the tactical level of those people was far from comparable to that of this force.

Although the weapons used by this unit are basically Soviet weapons, there are other words on these weapons, and they are familiar with those words.

Looking at the seized weapons on the ground, the intelligence officer took a puff of cigarette silently, and then said to his colleagues beside him.

"It seems that other countries have set their sights here."

"Yeah, I didn't expect there would be such a change."

"Oh, this is so difficult!"

Finally, both of them fell into silence.

In the sunset, several armed helicopters were cruising nearby, seemingly trying to find the retreating enemy.

The soldiers packed up everything and continued to move forward.

The car was bumping along the bumpy dirt road on the East African grasslands. Zhang Sixiang, who was sitting in the car, didn't notice that he was injured until this moment. The bullet almost flew past his arm, leaving a small scratch on his arm. Sweat seeped into the wound, causing him pain and making him grimace from time to time.

At this time, Li Yu next to him pointed at his chest and said:

"Homesick, it looks like you've been shot."

"I know. I was hit in the chest before..."

Looking down at his chest, he could see some white stuff bursting out from the green plate above the magazine pouch. It was broken bulletproof ceramic.

“This guy saved my life.”

"Yeah, you said, if Wang Tang hadn't been shot in the neck, he wouldn't have died. This guy is really..."

Li Yu stopped talking halfway through his sentence. Was it bad luck?
The convoy continued to move forward under the setting sun. The people in the carriages were silent. Although it was just a battle that was not fierce, just like the growth experience of men, after experiencing this battle, all of them grew up.

But sometimes growth comes at a price...

(End of this chapter)