Detective: From the Police Academy

Chapter 553 Interweaving! Constantly interweaving!

Through the telescope, Jabba's karmic fire was in complete chaos, with the sounds of gunfire continuing unabated.

The children's camp, located halfway up the mountain, had no idea what was happening. While they were still in a daze, two rockets came hurtling towards them.

"Boom, boom!"

The explosion rang out in the middle of the Yehuo Company, instantly kicking up a large cloud of dust and throwing a dozen or so armed men into the air.

"what happened?"

At the mountaintop, the Chinese people standing together looked at Qiu Wenhe.

Qiu Wenhe was somewhat dazed; he clearly saw the figures of the Rohingya.

He simply couldn't think of any armed force among the Rohingya that was so powerful!
But there was no time to think about it now. It was obvious that the other side had come to help them out of their predicament. If they abandoned their post, the Rohingya would be doomed. After all, they were at the foot of the mountain and could easily be surrounded by Jaba's armed forces.

Qiu Wenhe gritted his teeth, raised the Type 81 automatic rifle in his hand, and said, "Let's shoot these bastards! Charge with me!"

Qiu Wenhe raised his gun and pulled the trigger towards the children's camp on the hillside.

"Da da da da..."

The Chinese armed group at the lumber mill was not inexperienced. Although they had never experienced a battle like the one they were in now, they had fought countless armed conflicts involving a dozen or so people.

Qiu Wenhe jumped out of the trench and shouted to a young Chinese man, "Monkey, does the boss still have any grenades hidden?"

The monkey nodded: "Yes."

"Find two people to go around to the side and blast them to smithereens. The rest of you, charge down with us from the front. Remember, three to three, don't clump together, don't run in disarray."

After saying that, Qiu Wenhe picked up two magazines from the ground and put them in his back pocket: "Charge! Like our predecessors! Let's fuck them!"

Qiu Wenhe was the first to be hit, followed closely by the others.

at the same time.

At the foot of the mountain, several Rohingya people who knew how to drive drove five armed pickup trucks. Several people stood in the back of the trucks, using the truck beds as support, and slowly advanced while continuously firing at the fire on the hillside.

"Da da da da..."

"boom!"

Jiang Feng and Luo Rui and their group were not in the car, but instead used the armed pickup truck as a base to continuously weave in and fire.

After firing a magazine, Jiang Feng cursed as he changed the magazine, "What a waste of my machine gun. If I had one, I could have wiped them all out."

Fang Yonghui was covered in sweat, his heart pounding. He pointed behind him and said, "Old Jiang, look over there?"

After changing the magazine, Jiang Feng looked back and saw Luo Rui standing on an armed pickup truck, with an M2 heavy machine gun mounted in the back.

The M2 Browning heavy machine gun, also known as the .50 machine gun, uses 12.7x99mm (0.5 inch) ammunition. It was developed at the end of World War I and is still in use by Western countries today.

This DKBA is probably a copy; they couldn't have gotten such good weaponry.

Luo Rui stood on the vehicle, pulling the trigger as he fired at the hillside, shouting, "Old Jiang, hurry up, get up here!"

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth and shouted to Zha Shan, who was charging forward on his right, "Zha Shan, don't hit your thing, come with me!"

"Yonghui, Aung San, cover me!"

"Good!" Fang Yonghui and Aung San emerged from behind the vehicle and pulled the trigger at Ye Huolian, who was advancing down the mountain.

"Da da da da..."

Bullets rained down on the militants who were launching a counterattack down the mountain.

Seeing this, Jiang Feng and Zha Shan quickly ran backward, bullets hitting the mud behind them and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Luo Rui was holding an AK47, but he didn't aim; he just kept pulling the trigger.

Behind the DKBA, the vehicle was stocked with a large number of weapons, more than they could use, so Luo Rui didn't care much about the cost.

This is completely different from Fang Yonghui's shooting style. Fang Yonghui is a graduate of a proper police academy, and whether in training or when arresting fugitives, he habitually aims before shooting.

But the battlefield is not like that. When you take out a gun, you don't even need to aim; you just pull the trigger. By the time you've got your aim right, a stray bullet from who-knows-where can hit you.

Ang was experienced. After looking at him, he shouted, "Don't aim! Just pull the trigger! Shoot, whether there are people around or not!"

Fang Yonghui's head was spinning. He kept thinking, "I'm a policeman, not a soldier. How would I know?"

However, seeing that everyone around him pulled the trigger in this way, he quickly learned how.

He followed the pickup truck slowly forward, stretched out his two hands, and pulled the trigger without even glancing at it.

After all, the fact that the Rohingya driver didn't shout anything meant that the armed forces preparing to retaliate had been suppressed.

Battles are always fought in a muddled way.

These armed groups in Myanmar are even more like this; they usually fire intensively, then retreat a distance after firing, and if they see that the enemy is not attacking, they advance a little further and continue firing.

At this moment, Jaba, standing halfway up the mountain, was filled with great horror.

He had no idea that an enemy would appear and flank him from behind.

He crouched down on the edge of the cliff on the left side of the road and looked through his binoculars for a while, only to find that it was an attack organized by the Rohingya.

He originally planned to use Kundu's children's camp as cannon fodder, letting the Chinese armed forces on the mountaintop kill a group of them first, then replenishing his own forces later. This way, he could legitimately take over the camp without worrying about being betrayed later.

After all, the missing children were recruited by Kundu; if they could rebel against Kundu, they could rebel against him as well.

It just so happens that the Boys' Camp was indeed badly beaten. They charged forward for a while, only to have a group of them wiped out by the Chinese armed forces. They charged again, only to have another group wiped out. Just as they were about to reach the top of the mountain for the third time, a fire broke out in their rear!

Ye Huolian was Jabba's direct subordinate, and his weapons and ammunition were guarded by his own people.

Right now, they are under fierce attack.

The leader of the children's camp, Shiva, ran over and shouted to Jaba, "General!"

Jabba pulled him over: "Did you see clearly? Who's leading the Rohingya below?"

Shiva shook his head: "I don't know! What do we do now?"

Jabba cursed, "What else can we do! Kill all the Rohingya people down the mountain!"

"Where are the people on the mountaintop?"

"They're no match for us, just a dozen or so. What's there to be afraid of? I think there are over forty armed men down the mountain. Kill them all!"

Jabba thought about it. He was all talk and no action, but he was hiding away. That wouldn't do.

So he ran into the middle of the main force and shouted to the Ye Huo Company and the Boy Camp: "Charge! Kill them all! I'll give you 100000 kyats for every one you kill! And so on, double the amount for every two you kill!"

Upon hearing this, the militants roared and those who had been lying down immediately stood up. In an instant, more than two hundred people began to rush down the mountain.

Jaba wasn't stupid either. To prevent a surprise attack by the Chinese armed forces on the mountaintop, he ordered Shiva to lead about fifty men to guard the mountainside.

This essentially divided the long, sloping hillside into two battle camps, preparing to annihilate them one by one.

Of course, they had a way out: they could run to the wasteland on the right. But beyond the wasteland lay a steep 60° cliff. The cliff wasn't just rubble and bare rock; it was covered with thorns and vegetation.

If they were really sent there, they would be doomed.

When Jabba thought about this, he didn't feel scared at all; instead, he found it funny.

The Rohingya have been attacked and killed by them for many years. To this day, 80 percent of the prisoners in Valais prisons are Rohingya.

The reason why the DKBA armed forces hate them so much is because they believe in different things, which is the same reason for the decades-long conflict with KNU.

The difference is that the KNU is a huge armed force, while the Rohingya's armed forces had long been wiped out by the KNU and DKBA, leaving them to hide everywhere, like rats, making a living in holes and forests.

At this moment, Jaba stood at the rear and waved to his men: "Pao, provide cover with artillery shells!"

Several subordinates nodded hurriedly and ran towards the artillery position.

There were two Type 56 85mm mountain guns on the mountainside. Nobody knew where they came from.

This thing is a copy of the Soviet D-44, with an 85mm caliber. It was heavily modified by DKBA, with Pali inscriptions engraved on the bore. It has a range of 15,000 meters and can fire 15 rounds per minute.

More than an hour ago, He Dong's stomach was cut open by shrapnel from this thing.

The four militants split into two groups, opened the ammunition boxes, loaded the propellant, and shoved two shells into the muzzle. As soon as they were in, the other man immediately rotated the breechblock to lock it in place.

After measuring the distance, they spotted two armed pickup trucks advancing uphill at the bottom of the mountain and pressed the firing pedal.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Two shells traced beautiful arcs, one landing in front of a pickup truck and the other on the side of another.

"Boom! Boom!"

Explosions rang out one after another, flipping one of the armed pickup trucks over and causing it to tip over.

Instantly, thick smoke billowed out, and the bodies of several Rohingya people were blown to pieces.

Upon seeing this, the armed men of the Ye Huo Company charged down with a roar.

The two sides were only 300 meters apart. With the cover of artillery shells, they could fire at a distance of more than 100 meters without fear.

Jabba, standing at the back, was overjoyed. Sure enough, the truth was on his side.

He yelled, "Keep bombing! Bomb them to death! They stole my car, they stole my equipment, damn it! Kill them!"

The four artillerymen didn't move, they just stared at him expectantly.

"Hurry up!" Jabba shouted.

One of the artillerymen complained, "These are the only two we have left. We used them all up during the attack on Bird Mountain Village!"

"Your mother!" Jaba roared in fury.

But the militants rushing forward were completely unaware of this and were only focused on charging ahead.

Jabba wanted to call them back, but at that moment, his own men were in high spirits, and it would be too risky to retreat rashly.

He deeply understood the importance of morale. There was an old saying in a neighboring country: "In war, courage is paramount. One should strike with full force at the first drumbeat, then weaken at the second, and be exhausted at the third!"

Let the enemy face our fierce attack!
That's how it is on the battlefield. Those with quick minds can think of many things immediately, while those with slow minds can only see the situation at hand.

Jabba is clearly that kind of person; the battles they participate in can only be considered armed conflicts, and they lack experience in large-scale battles and on-site command.

Besides, he wasn't very well-educated, and Myanmar's history wasn't like that of its neighboring great powers, which was forged through thousands of years of strategic warfare.

The Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Sun Tzu's Art of War are deeply ingrained in our bones. Putting aside everything else, the combat experience of our predecessors is engraved in our very being.

Below, after the smoke from the shells has cleared.

The armed men of the Ye Huo Lian advanced like a pack of wolves.

They saw an armored truck speed out, and on its roof, a cold, metallic sheen emerged from the thick fog.

Immediately, a burst of dazzling sparks erupted from the gun barrel.

Unlike the "bang, bang" sound of a pistol, and also unlike the "rat-a-tat" sound of an automatic rifle, the sound of a heavy machine gun is like something coming from hell!
"Thumbs up..."

"Thumbs up..."

The 12.7mm bullets poured forth like a torrent of fire, instantly creating clouds of blood mist.

Among the armed men running at the front, one had his chest torn open, another's head exploded like a watermelon, and yet another's left leg was blown off.

The hot gun barrel shifted to the left, and another group of people were shot and sent flying.

In just a few seconds, more than a dozen people were lying on the ground.

Jiang Feng, like a god of death, pressed the trigger while sweat dripped from his forehead.

The bright orange bullet chain kept being swallowed into the gun barrel and then fired.

Luo Rui, standing behind him, also felt a chill run down his spine.

The scene before him was something he had never seen before; killing people was as easy as mowing grass—it was absolutely terrifying!

A few minutes later, the entire bullet chain was consumed.

Zashan showed no mercy, taking out a bullet chain from the box and stuffing it inside!
Inside the armored truck, Ali, who was driving, suddenly slammed on the gas pedal.

The vehicle suddenly lurched forward, and the terrified militants immediately retreated, but their speed was no match for the bullets from a heavy machine gun!
"Thumbs up..."

Another blast of gunfire rang out, and a large number of militants fell, having no chance to resist. The guns in their hands were like those of children holding toys, facing Ultraman.

In an instant, dozens more militants were killed, their limbs scattered on the ground.

Running uphill was difficult, so these people fled to the wasteland on the left, even dropping their guns in an attempt to run faster.

When Jaba, standing halfway up the hillside, saw this scene, his heart almost stopped beating.

Looking at that deadly weapon, he thought to himself, "That's my damn heavy machine gun!"
But he didn't have time to think about it. Standing next to him, Xiwa shouted, "General, we have to retreat! Retreat to the top of the mountain! The Chinese militia in Bird Mountain Village must have fled. There are trenches and fortifications on the top of the mountain. Once we occupy the high ground, we can open fire on them again!"

"Okay, organize the manpower immediately and move upwards..."

Just as Jabba finished speaking, an explosion suddenly came from behind him.

"boom!"

Shiva quickly grabbed him, and the two looked behind them. They saw a group of people suddenly rushing down from the mountaintop. The group consisted of three people, one of whom was throwing grenades down while the other two were firing.

"Da da da da..."

Explosions and gunfire came from the mountaintop, and the Boys' Camp's armed forces were no match for them.

The main problem is that we can't withstand their momentum!
As Jabba looked at the constantly interspersed three-three formations, a group of people suddenly came to mind. Years ago, these people had single-handedly defeated the world's strongest army!
Interweave!

Constantly interspersed!!

(End of this chapter)