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Chapter 2511 The Slaughterhouse of Young Girls (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

war.

War brings destruction, but it also brings new life.

For the people of Yasin's village, they have been given a new lease on life.

A group of government troops who had crossed the rainforest appeared here as if by divine intervention. Although the once high and mighty village chief put up a resistance for a while, his resistance was quickly broken down.

Soon, the battle was over.

No one cared whether the village chief lived or died; these people, who had suffered for years, just watched helplessly as the government troops marched on.

There was a time when they were extremely resentful of the government forces, but what about now?
Without exception, they were all in tears.

"You, you really are government troops!"

People looked at these people with disbelief, and they were more worried that these people would leave.

"Don't worry, Commander Chen has already given the order, we will liberate Quanzhenla!"

The soldier's answer brought joy to everyone in the village, and their previously indifferent and despairing expressions changed.

"Really? Are you going to take back Phnom Penh?"

"Yes, that's right, we're going to take Phnom Penh!"

The affirmative answer brought cheers and jubilation throughout the village, but what made them even happier next was that the army opened the granaries and distributed grain.

Actually, there wasn't much grain; it was all from the village's reserves, and each family received only a small amount. Holding a cloth bag of rice, just as Yasin was thinking he could finally have a full meal, someone worriedly said:
"Now that we've eaten our fill, what about the rest?"

Listening to their concerns, the soldier distributing the food said:

"Don't worry, SEA's aid will arrive soon."

A few hours later, the army left amidst the reluctant gazes of the people. Soon after, Yasin heard from others that there were fleeing Chijin troops everywhere near the highway, and that the government forces were indeed launching a counterattack.

That night, Yasin didn't sleep; she sat there listening to the distant sounds of cannons.

The sound of cannons was like thunder.

The sound came from afar, and on the horizon, flashes of light from explosions flickered intermittently.

"Mom, perhaps it won't be long before we can go back to Phnom Penh."

Hearing her daughter's hopeful words, the woman, who had long been worn down by life and had lost all hope, glanced in the direction of Phnom Penh and said:
"Yes, this time, maybe we really can go back..."

After saying that, the mother and daughter sat there. When they left Phnom Penh, there were seven people in their family, but now only the two of them are left.

"Mom, will there really be foreign aid tomorrow?"

Yasin turned to look at her mother, her voice full of expectation. She was no stranger to foreign aid; after all, Phnom Penh, which was once filled with millions of refugees, relied on foreign aid rice to survive.

"Yes, it will happen, it will happen..."

This day was filled with hope for the people in the southwestern border region of Cambodia. After years of despair, they finally saw hope – the government forces had launched a counter-offensive.

That day was September 12th.

After three years of preparation in the border region, Chen Wencai's government army in Cambodia finally launched a counter-offensive. More than 7 government troops launched a counter-offensive in multiple directions. Although the government had deployed a large number of landmines in the areas controlled by both armies, it could not stop the army's advance. With the help of mine-clearing vehicles and other weapons, the government army still broke through the plains between the Son Kamphaeng Mountains and the Doc Mountains, and then advanced towards Phnom Penh along abandoned railways and highways.

This railway to Phnom Penh was built during the French colonial period and is an important international transportation route connecting Bangkok, Siam. However, it was interrupted during World War II and was not rebuilt for more than 30 years. For Cambodia, this railway is a very important transportation route and plays a significant role in trade with the western provinces such as Pursat. Some mountain products, such as precious timber, firewood, medicinal herbs and spices, as well as other specialties, are transported to various places via this railway.

Because the railway was destroyed, the attacking forces could only advance along the highway to ensure logistical support. However, this highway was different from ordinary highways. The "Battambang-Pusa" defense highway along the border did not utilize the plains but instead took advantage of the natural barrier of the Cardamom Mountains in the west. In order to prevent the invasion of Siam, the kingdom specially built this defensive highway along the border. The entire highway meanders through the mountains of the Cardamom Mountains and then returns to the plains from Battambang Province.

It deliberately detoured around the Cardamom Mountains, leaving the highway surrounded by rainforests on both sides, which was obviously advantageous to the defenders.

The soldiers, dressed in black uniforms, wearing green military caps and red and white checkered towels around their necks, immediately retreated along the road after being attacked, attempting to rebuild their defensive line in the mountains and block the government forces' advance.

The rainforest cast dappled shadows in the twilight as retreating soldiers from the front lines ran eastward, their green canvas shoes kicking up clouds of dust on the dilapidated asphalt.

Two days ago, the artillery fire from the government forces' breakthrough of the defense line was still ringing in our ears. Abandoned rifles, backpacks, and the groans of the wounded were scattered along the way. The dull roar of the gasoline engines of the CA10 trucks mixed with the heavy breathing of the soldiers, which became the only remaining order in this light infantry unit.

This unit was primarily infantry, with only a few trucks towing 122mm howitzers—in fact, they had lost most of their weapons. "Faster! Faster!"

Company Commander Kunsang pushed the timid private beside him, his eyes fixed on the undulating curves of the road ahead.

His eyes were unfocused as he looked at the green trucks, loaded with wounded soldiers and the last of their ammunition. The rest of the men had to flee on foot, their exhaustion penetrating to their very bones, and their faces etched with terror and despair.

No one dared to look back. The government army's pursuit was like a persistent ailment; even the faint sound of engines coming from afar could trigger a panicked commotion.

But what's even more deadly?
It was, of course, the government forces' shelling.

However, everyone knew that such intense artillery fire was definitely not fired by the government forces.

It must be Siamese artillery!
Over the past few years, they have made countless attempts to capture the Seventh Tactical Zone. But each time they were met with heavy artillery fire and were forced to abandon their attempts.

After all, human flesh cannot withstand steel.

It was with the artillery support of the Siamese army that the government troops, who had been like stray dogs, were able to gain a foothold on the western border.

Now they have launched a counterattack.

Two days ago, when the war broke out, fierce artillery fire destroyed their defenses, and heavy bombs leveled the defenses.

They didn't even have time to organize an effective defense before their lines were torn apart.

Then they had no choice but to retreat eastward.

Now we've entered Cardamom Hill along the highway. The dense rainforest and towering mountains should be able to stop the government troops, right?

Just as this thought flashed through Khun Sang's mind,
Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound rang out in the sky, not the shriek of artillery shells, but a dense buzzing sound, like a swarm of bees passing by.

Kun Sang looked up abruptly, and just as he was wondering, he suddenly realized that this was artillery fire.

How could there still be shelling after running so far?
"It's artillery fire! Take cover! Take cover now!"

He roared and lunged at the roadside ditch, but his voice was swallowed up by an even louder howl.

The rockets exploded suddenly about two hundred meters above the highway, splitting into countless submunitions that rained down like black hailstones.

There was no violent explosion with towering flames, only an extremely dense "crackling" sound—millions of steel balls were released in an instant, carrying supersonic kinetic energy, like a sudden black rainstorm, sweeping across the entire highway.

Kun Sang felt a blinding white light before his eyes, and all he could hear were deafening metallic clangs and heart-wrenching screams.

He huddled in the drainage ditch, able to clearly feel the muffled sound of steel balls piercing human bodies, the crisp sound of steel balls piercing truck metal, and the short, drawn-out cries of pain from the soldiers around him after being hit, which then abruptly ceased.

A truck full of wounded soldiers was instantly riddled with bullets. The soldiers inside the truck were as if they were being whipped by an invisible lash, falling one by one into pools of blood. Blood gushed out from the bullet holes in the truck and flowed into streams on the ground.

Soldiers on the highway fell in droves, like felled wheat. Some tried to rush into the rubber plantations by the roadside, but were caught by steel balls, their bodies instantly torn open with countless bloody holes. They staggered a few steps and fell heavily to the ground, convulsing and no longer moving. Others squatted in place, holding their heads, as steel balls pierced their helmets, and red and white substances splattered on the asphalt, mixing with the dust to form a sticky mud.

The steel balls were everywhere, piercing through backpacks, tearing clothes, and shattering bones. The once orderly rout was instantly turned into helpless prey.

Kun Sang trembled as he raised his head, the scene before him like a living hell. The sound of running footsteps could no longer be heard on the highway, only the faint groans of the dying and the lingering sound of steel balls hitting the ground.

Thousands of soldiers lay in pools of blood, their bodies piled one on top of the other, some with twisted limbs, others with unrecognizable faces. Steel balls had left countless wounds on their bodies, and blood gushed out like a fountain, quickly overflowing the cracks in the road and staining the black asphalt dark red, then gradually turning deep black.

The green trucks had long since stopped, their bodies riddled with holes, making it hard to believe they had once been intact vehicles. Some of the trucks were still burning faintly, illuminating the piles of corpses around them.

Blood flowed down the slope of the road, pooling in low-lying areas and reflecting the gradually dissipating smoke in the sky.

The trees by the roadside had lost all their leaves, and their branches were covered with splattered blood and flesh. When the wind blew, the blood dripped down, mingling with the blood on the ground.

Kunsang's arm was cut by a flying steel ball, and blood flowed down his arm, but he was oblivious. He looked at the road in front of him, soaked in blood, and at his comrades who had fought alongside him, lying in pools of blood, some still twitching weakly, but never able to stand up again.

The destructive power of the rockets was on full display at this moment. There was no shock of an explosion, but the most direct and cruel slaughter was achieved. The highway became a veritable slaughterhouse, and every inch of land was stained with blood.

The red blood thus mingled with the red soil, coalescing into fear and despair.

The commanders who originally wanted to use the Cardamom Mountains as cover to block the government forces are now either turned into a pile of minced meat or standing there in despair watching the minced meat in front of them.

This is not a battlefield, it's a slaughterhouse!

(End of this chapter)