Detective: From the Police Academy

Chapter 554 Victory!

Qiu Wenwen led two people, advancing in a fan shape. A young man stood three meters to his left, with long arms and his tactical belt pockets full of grenades.

He picked one up, bit off the pull tab with his teeth, and threw it down the mountain.

There were about ten people in total, divided into three groups: some fired shots, and others threw grenades.

Moreover, they did not advance side by side, lest they be wiped out by the armed men on the hillside.

Instantly, explosions and gunfire erupted one after another.

"Da da da da..."

"boom!"

Taking advantage of their geographical position, their advance from the high ground did not encounter effective resistance.

After Qiu Wenhe emptied the magazine, he replaced it and raised the muzzle of his gun. He then saw the armed men on the hillside all running wildly toward the wasteland on the left.

The two sides were more than 300 meters apart, and the slope was littered with corpses, all killed in the previous battle.

After the smoke cleared, Qiu Wenhe saw people pushing things up the mountain, with an armed pickup truck at the front.

The heavy machinery on the vehicle was like the scythe of death, constantly firing at the fleeing militants.

"Thumbs up..."

A large number of corpses lay in front of the armed pickup truck, making it impossible for the truck to pass.

So the gun barrel began to turn, pouring bullets toward the wasteland on the left.

Those militants who had been left behind rushed forward one by one, as if blown away by a strong wind.

Clearly, he was hit by a bullet and couldn't withstand the enormous impact!
On Qiu Wenhe's side, everyone was dumbfounded; this was fucking terrifying.

Fortunately, the other side was on our side.

"Don't let them get away, attack!"

Seeing that the attack had stopped, Qiu Wenhe quickly called out.

Immediately afterwards, they joined forces with Luo Rui and his group to encircle them from above and below.

The sounds of exploding grenades, machine guns, and automatic rifles created a terrifying scene.

Under the overwhelming firepower, a third of the original three hundred or so militants were killed, and only a large majority of them were left to run desperately towards the wasteland, even losing their guns. They were completely routed and had lost all fighting ability.

The battle lasted for three minutes. Once the remaining militants were driven to the edge of the cliff, Luo Rui stopped firing.

Qiu Wenhe also raised his hand.

Suddenly, Bird Mountain Village fell silent, with only the smoke from the cannonballs lingering in the air.

Only then did Qiu Wenhe have time to look at the people running up from the foot of the mountain.

Upon seeing Luo Rui, his eyes widened in surprise.

Besides him, other Chinese people were the same.

They couldn't believe that the person standing in front of them was Luo Rui, who had left the lumber mill just a few hours earlier.

To be honest, in their minds, they always believed that Boss He led everyone to the Valais outpost, stayed there for several days, and finally rescued Luo Rui and the others. He even brought them to the lumber mill, providing them with food and drink.

However, when the lumber mill encountered difficulties, these people left without looking back.

In their minds, Luo Rui and his group were heartless and cowardly.

But right now, the situation is quite the opposite.

Luo Rui not only didn't cower, but also led his men to cover the rear, and with incredibly impressive methods and courage, wiped out the entire DKBA force.

How did he do it?
Even if the Rohingya people appearing before him had already given Qiu Wenhe an answer, he still found it hard to believe.

Who is this person who can organize so many people in such a short time and possess such formidable firepower?
At this moment, Luo Rui stepped forward and smiled at him: "Old Qiu, are you alright?"

Qiu Wenhe looked at Luo Rui as if he were a god of death, and shook his head: "You, why are you back?"

"You saved us, we certainly can't just sit idly by. Let's not talk about that now, let's deal with these people first."

The Rohingya people moved the bodies aside to clear a path, and then an armed pickup truck equipped with a heavy machine gun drove up, its front facing the wasteland.

Inside the car, Jiang Feng, his eyes red and sweating profusely, turned his gun barrel and pointed it at the armed men on the edge of the cliff.

Zha Shan squatted to the side, holding a bullet chain in his hand, ready to reload at any time.

Rohingya people stood on both sides of the road, holding automatic rifles, with the muzzles pointed at DKBA militants.

Luo Rui asked Qiu Wenhe, "Would you like to go up and talk, or should I go?"

"Uh……"

Qiu Wenhe couldn't answer. After all, today's exchange of fire was already considered war, something he had never encountered before. In the past, there had only been sporadic armed conflicts, where a few shots would be fired and then they would talk.

Unlike today, where artillery shells and machine guns are being used, it's no different from war.

Seeing his hesitation, Luo Rui had no choice but to say, "Then I'll go and talk to him?"

"I'll go with you," Qiu Wenhe replied.

Luo Rui raised his head and looked at Jiang Feng.

After Jiang Feng nodded, Luo Rui, carrying an M16 assault rifle, strode towards the terrified militants like a war fanatic.

The wasteland wasn't large, only about 200 meters in a straight line. Luo Rui walked to a spot 100 meters away and stopped.

He had just stopped when he suddenly saw a gun barrel sticking out from the crowd.

"Thumbs up..."

In the blink of an eye, the heavy machine gun behind Luo Rui opened fire.

The man who raised the gun, along with the others around him, were all shot down, causing the group to scatter in all directions in fear.

"Da da da da..."

The Rohingya, armed with automatic rifles, began firing at both ends, forcing those who wanted to run to the middle. Some who tried to use the terrain to jump off the cliff were hit by bullets, driving everyone back.

Luo Rui raised a hand, and the gunfire immediately stopped, causing his blood to surge and his heart to race.

To be honest, commanding troops on the battlefield, winning a battle, and having the power to decide the life and death of these people sent Luo Rui's adrenaline soaring.

I'm so excited!

He used to not understand why people on the battlefield killed prisoners of war, but now he does.

Humans are complex creatures; some things, once encountered, can lead to being swallowed by the abyss.

At this moment, Luo Rui held the power of life and death over these people!

After the gunfire stopped, a terrifying silence descended upon the scene.

Luo Rui took a few more steps forward, followed by the armed pickup truck and the Rohingya people.

Everyone was extremely excited. The DKBA weapon was invincible in Valais and Myawaddy.

They are the largest armed force here, and neither the government forces nor the KNU can do anything about them.

They've been arrogant here for decades; they're the ones who bully others, and they're rarely the ones who get bullied.

But now, seeing these people in such a sorry state, the Rohingya felt a surge of pent-up anger, to the point that they couldn't help but want to kill, their fingers constantly on the trigger, ready to slaughter at any moment.

Luo Rui shouted, "Throw out all your weapons! Crouch down! Everyone crouch down! I'm only saying this once, anyone who doesn't obey..."

Before he could finish speaking, dozens of guns were thrown out of the crowd.

The weapons used by the DKBA armed group are of various types, including Type 56 and Type 81 rifles from China, AK-47s from Russia, and American-made firearms; there is no unified standard for their firearms.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be called armed forces.

After the guns were thrown out, the men immediately squatted on the ground, some quite obediently covering their heads with their hands, likely having been captured before. Luo Rui continued, "Stand in rows, don't crowd together, keep some distance!"

These people started moving, but none of them wanted to stand in front; they only cared about hiding behind.

Fang Yonghui approached Luo Rui, raised his gun, and fired a shot into the air. The men immediately became obedient and lined up in neat rows.

One hundred and seventy or eighty people, lined up in more than a dozen rows, were quite a sight to behold.

Luo Rui nodded in satisfaction, then asked Qiu Wenhe, who had come over, "Who's the leader?"

"It should be Jabba."

Luo Rui shouted to the crowd, "Jaba, General Jaba, come out and let's talk."

But no one responded because there were too many people, and no one knew where the old man was squatting.

As Luo Rui and his group were searching, suddenly, the armed men who had been covering their heads took a step back in perfect cooperation, and a person was revealed in the middle of the third row.

Furthermore, the people around him also looked at him.

"You, come out!"

Ali and Karim stepped forward, raised their guns, and forced Jabba out.

Jabba simply stood up, kicked the person squatting in front of him to the ground, and strode over.

He forced himself to stand up and approached Luo Rui, asking in Chinese, "Are you Mr. Luo?"

"Go to hell!" Ali stepped forward and slapped him across the face.

Of course, Ali was swearing in Burmese.

Karim ran forward and started hitting people with the butt of his gun.

The two men grabbed Jabba and gave him a brutal beating.

Their actions immediately brought Luo Rui to his senses, and his adrenaline levels plummeted.

The Rohingya people and this DKBA armed group have a blood feud, and the battle he led his men to win was not as pure as he imagined, nor was it due to his own skillful command.

Whether it's him, Jiang Feng, or Fang Yonghui, including the Chinese armed forces at the lumber mill, their goals are different from those of these Rohingya people.

They really intended to kill!
And they were killing disarmed prisoners of war!
While watching the other Rohingya people selecting prisoners and preparing to beat them.

Luo Rui raised his gun and fired a few shots into the sky.

"Da da da da..."

The Rohingya immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Stop fighting! Let me talk things over first!"

After the battle, the Rohingya were very obedient to Luo Rui, immediately stopping what they were doing and picking up the bleeding Jaba.

Jaba's nose and face were covered in blood, and he had long lost his earlier imposing manner.

Luo Rui stared into his eyes: "Do you know who I am?"

"Luo..."

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Rui slapped him across the face.

Ali, Karim, and the others were dumbfounded. No, you told us not to fight, but you wanted to start the fight yourself?
Luo Rui didn't say a word, but directly ordered, "Gag them, take them all back to the lumber mill, and don't let them talk. If anyone talks, slap them across the face!"

"Great!" Ali shouted excitedly.

It is obvious that these Rohingya people will definitely resort to violence in private.

Luo Rui originally wanted to talk to Jaba first, but the other party knew his name, which was not good.

He quickly pulled Qiu Wenhe aside and whispered, "Call your men, preferably Chinese, to collect all the weapons and equipment along the way, especially heavy machine guns and artillery shells. Don't let the Rohingya touch these things, understand?"

Qiu Wenhe had spent most of his life in Myanmar, so he naturally understood what Luo Rui was worried about.

"no problem."

"Also, take a headcount. Make sure all these prisoners are brought back to the lumber mill without exception. Don't let the Rohingya kill them."

Qiu Wenhe asked with difficulty, "How can we defend against that?"

"Tell them to bury the bodies. There are so many corpses, and someone needs to handle them."

"This is a good idea. If they're going to mess with the corpse, then I have no objection."

Luo Rui nodded: "Okay, let's hurry back to the lumber mill."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and saw a group of children standing on the mountaintop.

One of them was the boy who tipped off the lumber mill this morning.

at the same time.

Zhang Qiang and a companion named Wu Xiaobing took turns carrying He Dong on their backs as they hurried towards the lumber mill.

They were sweating profusely, and their shoes had even fallen off; they didn't dare stop at all.

He Dong's injuries were very serious, but he kept gritting his teeth and enduring it.

Only a few Chinese people were guarding the lumber mill; the women, children, and the elderly had all gone into the woods.

As soon as Zhang Qiang entered through the main gate, he shouted loudly, "Grandpa Jiang, where is Grandpa Jiang?"

At this moment, Jiang Zhongjun was standing on the slope, holding binoculars in his hand.

Upon seeing He Dong's condition, he immediately exclaimed, "Carry him to the medical room, quick!"

"Everyone else, guard the gate!"

He Dong was taken to the medical room, where a female doctor from the timber factory, who was from Myanmar, quickly picked up her medical kit and disinfected his abdomen.

He Dong had a wound the size of a bowl on his stomach.

At this moment, he was lying in bed with a folded towel stuffed in his mouth.

Jiang Zhongjun carefully examined his wound, and after communicating with the female doctor in Burmese for a while, he felt a little relieved.

He said to Zhang Qiang and Wu Xiaobing, "Your intestines and internal organs weren't injured. Luckily, you ran fast and came back in time."

Zhang Qiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said breathlessly, "Uncle Jiang, it's over. Jia Ba and his men are attacking. Uncle Qiu and the others are covering the rear. They should be here soon. We can't stay here."

Wu Xiaobing nodded: "Yes, Jaba and his men even used artillery. Half of our men are dead. I also heard the sound of heavy machine gun fire. We are no match for them. We have to leave quickly."

Jiang Zhongjun frowned and gritted his teeth, saying, "He Dong's injury needs immediate treatment. Go find a stretcher, and we'll go into the woods."

“Okay!” Zhang Qiang and Wu Xiaobing quickly went to do it.

But the lumber mill has too much stuff, and some things can't be left for the DKBA forces.

So, while Jiang Zhongjun sent a few men to keep watch on the main road in the woods, he also packed his things.

But the person keeping watch never returned, nor did he make any contact, which made Jiang Zhongjun very uneasy.

After loading the supplies onto two pickup trucks, everyone gathered in the medical room, ready to set off.

"Let's go!" Jiang Zhongjun ordered.

As soon as the pickup truck drove off, a group of Rohingya teenagers emerged from the woods.

They were covered in sweat and their feet were muddy.

An older boy ran towards the truck where Jiang Zhongjun was sitting, waving his hands and shouting, "We won! We won! The DKBA armed forces have all been killed!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhongjun's pupils constricted.

(End of this chapter)