Moreover, the time to launch the general attack must be well controlled, not too early, and when the enemy month is about to end.

"Wu Ming continued: "In this way, even if the British government increases its troops, it will buy time for us to train new recruits to join the battlefield."

"You are responsible for the war." Xiao Minghua said with a smile: "We are waiting for your good news here."

"Thank you Chairman Xiao, thank you to the Party Central Committee, and thank you for your trust in us." Wu Ming said mischievously: "But as far as I know, many small parties who have escaped here still have different opinions. Is it enough for you to deal with them?"

"Don't worry!" Zhao Xiaomei muttered, and at this time he looked like a childish little girl. "They just stayed on their lips and had no influence on the army anymore. This verbal battle is also a kind of exercise for us."

"There are still some things to inform you." Xiao Minghua reached out and pressed down, signaling everyone to be quiet, picked up a document and read it. "The international public opinion is mixed, but the attitude of the US government is very ambiguous, and it is neither encouraged nor opposed. This is a good phenomenon. Moreover, China in the Americas is very enthusiastic. Not only are they waving flags in the newspapers, the ChiDKP of the United States has begun fundraising and signature activities. In addition, the Chinese in Malaya have realized that more than 10,000 young people have come to participate in this period of time. The former anti-Japanese soldiers scattered everywhere have also conveyed information through various channels, expressing their willingness to gather under our banner, obey our command, and fight with the British army to the end."

"If you want to get support, expressing kindness is not enough, and you must also show your strength." Wu Ming pondered: "The interactions between countries are so snobbish. Who will answer you without value?"

"The interests are mainly interests." Li Xiaohai said: "There is no charity for no reason, which is different from interactions between people."

"Then we can only rely on Brother Han Feng and our army." Xiao Minghua nodded deeply, "The more you win the battle, the more you will be, the more help you will get."

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A heavy rain before dawn extinguished the sultry heat at Anshun Airport, and the morning breeze brought coolness.

After the sergeant commander Kers reorganized a company's soldiers in front of the terminal, he ran a few steps and set himself in front of Lieutenant Desen, reported their arrival, and handed over a roster, asking Lieutenant Desen to give a brief instruction. Kers's vigorous attitude seemed to say to Lieutenant Desen: "Captain, these smart and powerful soldiers selected by me will definitely satisfy you!"

Desen's majestic gaze swept across the soldiers' stiff faces like a scanning scan. The soldiers closed their belly and chest out of their chests and showed the confidence and heroism of the soldiers, proving to him that they were all well-trained and genuine guys. They all had beautiful dreams: to compose a song of meritorious contributions to fighting for the country!

"Soldiers, I am your new captain, my name is John Desen. I will lead you into the jungle. I will attack the camps of the National Liberation Army, destroy this mob, and rescue the hostages they have taken. The victory of the battle will make me a captain, and you will also advance in terms of merit. Your chest will be covered with jingling medals and medals. It will bring glory to you, to your family and even to descendants!... Now, listen to my commands - all of you will turn back!"

Three rows of lines turned to the west with a "sweeping" sound. At this time, the rising sun was shining on the green mountains in the west.

"Soldiers. What did you see through that forest? There are colorful flowers, mixed ancient wood vines, strange caves and rocks, and gurgling water winding in it..." Desen ordered the soldiers to turn around and face him again.

The soldiers cracked their mouths and smiled at Desen, smiling silly, but in Desen there was a desire to immediately enter the jungle and burning in his glittering eyes.

"If you think so, you are wrong. I must tell you that every inch of land there hides danger. Behind every tree is the Grim Reaper's Grim Reaper's Grim Reaper's Grim Reaper's Grim Revenge in two days. In a row we will enter the sinister jungle and fight the cunning rioters. I will now remind you: when you are extremely tired, I will drive you ruthlessly forward; when you face the enemy's tenacious resistance, I will force you to rush to death. At that time, please do not resent, I will block you from falling into the abyss of shame and lead you to the path of glory!"

Desen heard warm applause. He knew that the soldier's heart had been held tightly by him, and he was fully aware of his success.

This British soldier company, who had just been transferred from the Wengert Long Range Assault School, lives in the base west of Anshun. There are four rows of barracks and a large training ground for football fields. On the left is the field hospital of the base. From there, the smell of death, the dark green body bags are transported from here to the country. It is undoubtedly a blow to the morale of these newly arrived British soldiers.

Several military trucks drove over, and these were British troops who escaped from Xingumao. In fact, it was hard to call them soldiers: they were ragged and could no longer see the color of their original military uniforms, just like they were pulled out of a mud pit. They staggered across the camp, some hanging their arms with triangle scarves, and some gauze attached to their cheeks dried up rust-colored blood. Their eyes were dull, as if they were terrifying as if they were awakened from a nightmare, and they were like a team of prisoners who had been working hard for three years.

"This company commander who leads the team is a bastard!" Desen cursed: "How do you let the soldiers return to the base like this? At the minimum, they should be cleaned up, so as not to bring shame to the combat troops..."

"They are a lucky group!" A base officer replied in a low voice: "They escaped from Xingumao, a regiment, only these people came back! The National People's Liberation Army's offensive was fierce and suddenly. They were not mobs. Many of them were veterans who had fought guerrilla warfare with the Japanese for many years. They had rich experience, and their commanders were very powerful. After having a target that was truly worthy of bloodshed and sacrifice, they became fearless."

"Second Lieutenant!" Desen suddenly

|I am abnormal. You have a medal on your chest because you have military achievements and are not a coward, so I forgive you!"

"Mr. Lieutenant," said the base official in a cold tone: "When you fight a few battles with that group of 'mobs' and can come back alive. You will know who should forgive whom!"

Desen snorted and turned away with his troops. Now he was full of confidence and could not listen to the frustrating or morale-damaging words. When he woke up, he was already lying in the prisoner-of-war camp covered in wounds.

Nightmare, this is a complete nightmare. Countless white fireworks suddenly burst around the plane, and then several strings of white smoke like fireworks exploded. The dense anti-aircraft artillery shells surrounded all three low-altitude planes. The plane shook like drunkenness, then burst out sparks, falling down like a kite with broken strings. Balls of fireballs rose up. "Boom!", this is a thunder jumping, jumping up a meter from the grass. After a loud explosion, countless pieces of debris were boiling.

The hot wind thrust at the squad, almost reimbursing him and the others. After the smoke and dust, there were several bloody corpses and screaming wounded men on the ground. "Ah!" After the inhuman wail, a soldier fell down the submachine gun in one fell swoop and disappeared on the ground. When he was rescued, several sharp embroidered signs penetrated the soldiers' underground abdomen like bayonets and came out from the back, and the bloody stomach dragged out. "Barium sac arc, there was nowhere to shoot the ground bullets from Desen's side to report the message.

The man's brain burst, and the red and white dirt splashed on his face. "The Shubi Buy Buy hit the fire spit, and the fuel bottle of the flamethrower exploded. A sea of ​​fireworks exploded. The British soldiers with fireworks ran, jumped, fell, jumped up and howled, and ran like crazy. They rushed out a few steps and then suddenly turned over. They were like fish falling into a boiling oil pan. A PLA soldier who was covered in blood but had not died, lying on his back. His face was ashes. His two fiery red eyes burned.

Rufen stared at Desen, and he suddenly laughed happily. He took his hand away, and two grenades emitting blue smoke made all the British soldiers who surrounded and captured the prisoners stunned. Desen felt a thunder erupting under his feet, and was hit hard by a sharp weapon, like a red soldier iron hitting him. With the impact of the air wave, he flew up and rushed into his mind. The whole world collapsed in this instant. He felt that he had sunk, sinking, and finally falling into a black wave...

"Ah--water!" Desen screamed.

"Ah! Wake up..." a strange female voice shouted in surprise, mixed with the sounds of others. Someone put the kettle at his mouth, and a few drops of cool sweet spring gave him magical power. In the hazy, he saw a few shaking figures.

"Water!" Desen called again.

"You can't give him too much!" the strange woman reminded solemnly.

Desen raised his hand and grabbed the kettle tightly, and took a few sips of greed. The water, like cool nectar, breathed the hot flames in his chest, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Where is this?" Desen asked in confusion: "Is it a field hospital at the base?"

"This is a prisoner of war camp, Lieutenant, congratulations, you have been captured by the National Liberation Army." A beautiful woman with blond hair replied with a smile: "God bless you can survive. My name is Lucina, and I am the nurse and doctor here."

Desen moved his head slowly, looking at the simple things around him, frowning.

"Is the bandit suppression ending?" Desen asked weakly.

"It's over." Lucina replied with a wry smile: "Although bad news is not good for your health, I believe you can guess the result."

"If I win, I won't stay in the prison camp." Desen grinned, "I don't know how my Rangers are?"

"There are two more minor wounded people who were sent with you. When you are better, you can ask them." Lucina said: "Please rest now!"

Desen closed his eyes. Although he was weak, he was very excited. Perhaps it was caused by the pain of the wound. Until now, the actions of the Rangers he led were completely failed. The bastards who were squatting high in the staff always talked about the war on paper, planned the battle according to imagination, and thought they were extremely smart. I really hope that these self-proclaimed strategists would suffer a little, lose their arms and break their legs, so that their heads would be clear. Desen thought angrily that they had all conducted field training at the military academy, and there were also jungles similar to Malaya, assuming that the enemy created danger for them. They also used a dagger and a compass to train their survival skills without food, water and helplessness. But that was not a real battlefield, there were no real enemies there. That kind of imitation experiment was assured that you could rush into a pile of fake fires, and although there were flames, they would not burn.

Those so-called strict combat drills are mostly intentional arrangements. However, the attacks of the National People's Liberation Army are completely unrestrained. In the jungle, you cannot perform normal shooting, nor can you crawl forward like on the coaching field. You don't even know where the shooting target is. You are probably aiming at a dummy, but you are hit by them. It is a disadvantage that you are fully equipped with excellent weapons. It is difficult to turn in the jungle with a large backpack of dozens of kilograms. You cannot chase, you cannot escape, you are a tiger, he is a mosquito, he is a fly, he bites you, but you cannot hit him.
Chapter completed!