Battlefield Contract Worker

On the third day, the attack of the secret society began. The attack started in the early morning. A large number of armed pickups began to carry out surprise strikes against General Wolman's forces. General Wollman understood that the opponent was trying to lure him out for a decisive battle, and ignored these secret society armed forces, but continued to say, "We use firepower to contain them, suppress them, and let our helicopters strike in the air. ."

At this time, there was the roar of armed helicopters in the sky, and an officer reported that the helicopter squadron was here!

General Volman's few armed helicopters were circling overhead, the ground fire contained those militants of the secret society, and the dense gunshots smashed people's eardrums.

But the armed men of the secret society slowly came up. There was a trench at the front of their position. They entered the trench and began to fight back. Because of the advantage of the terrain, their firepower was so overwhelming that the soldiers of Wollman dared not raise their heads.

The helicopter squadron began to fly at a low altitude, and the cyclone rolled up by the rotor was almost rubbing the treetops, and flames were ejected from the machine gun muzzle of the helicopter, accurately shooting into the trench. The Secret Society seems to be ordering the troops to retreat. The helicopters climbed again, then circled to continue strafing, and bombs exploded at the position. Lin Rui saw in the telescope that some corpses flew out like birds, and they were incomplete.

The explosion over there was deafening. The place where Lin Rui and others were sitting was also shaken by dust, and the ground seemed to be shaking, making people's scalp numb.

General Wollman stayed under cover, and when he heard the sound of intense gunfire and cannonballs, he knew that the other side's action had begun. From now until the next few days, their only way to survive is to run.

A cannonball exploded just in front of the bunker, and the soldier guarding the gate was blown away. The shrapnel sliced ​​through his abdomen, and a piece of intestine was glued to the door. Soon he was carried down, and no one knew what happened to him after that, and no one cared.

General Wollman went into battle with his ak47 in his head, and kicked his soldiers in the **** with his big army boots. The old warlord leader just strode forward, brutally kicking one soldier after another in the ass, kicking them hard into the line of fire, and letting them be responsible for the final interception.

The bullets flew like rain, and each bullet had the potential to turn these young black warriors into a pile of flesh and blood, and also to change the fate of more people, orphans, or widows. This ruthless warlord leader didn't even look at them, it was his soldiers, it was his property, and they could only die for him.

The shells exploded in completely unpredictable places, sending mud bricks and human limbs into the sky like dust, and then falling.

General Wollman was covered in **** dirt and human flesh particles, which made him a little suffocated and could not help coughing loudly.

Carrying an automatic rifle, Sergey stooped nervously to and fro around the brutish warlord, scanning for snipers or cold bullets that might appear at any time. He threw himself on the head of the warlord with enthusiasm and covered him with his body. Even if the old warlord was scolding him, his enthusiasm remained undiminished.

"General, you can't refuse the enthusiasm of the Russians." Crazy Horse shrugged.

"Fuck. Do you think I like him? But his black bald head costs seven million dollars. Can I just let him get shot?" Sergey stared.

"Report to the general." An officer came over and saluted, "Most of the brothers have already withdrawn from this area, and you should also withdraw, general."

Walman looked at the armed members of the secret society who kept coming from afar, and spat angrily, "What a **** aggrieved!"

However, although Wollman thinks it is not enough to play, he is still a smart person after all. He fully understood what would be the result of persevering in this situation, so he decisively chose to withdraw. Lin Rui and others and General Wollman's guards began to evacuate along with the headquarters. Soldiers who remain in resistance will buy them a final limited time.

Fortunately, they did not disappoint General Wollman, and in the end these soldiers withstood the 30-minute attack of the Secret Society armed forces. Although they didn't know if anyone survived afterward. This is war, the general does what the general does, and the soldier does what the soldier does. For those soldiers, the general's job is to kick their ass, and their job is to die on the ground.

On the side of the Secret Society armed forces, the battle was going on surprisingly smoothly, and the opposing General Wollman's troops were losing ground. The people in the headquarters even started to be a little puzzled.

Conan, a thin man with orange hair, looked at the map for a while and pondered, "Their combat effectiveness is so poor? Isn't it said that Wolman is a very capable old warlord. Where did they retreat to?"

"Our people are already close to the township. We are worried that they will set up an ambush in the township to fight with us in the street~www.readwn.com~, so we have not rushed forward for the time being, and are gathering outside the township." A militant reported.

"How many enemies did we annihilate this time?" A man wearing a red hood turned around abruptly, staring at the armed man with two dark and shining eyes.

"Report Baron, because the battle is not over, these data have not yet been counted, but it seems that the number of annihilated enemies is not large. This is why we suspect that they hid in the town and want to fight us stubbornly, because their combat power should not be affected. What impact." The militant was suddenly interrupted by the red baron wearing a hood.

He stepped forward and suddenly pushed the militant out, "Trash! They have escaped!"

"Baron, this...you are..." Conan whispered.

"They retreated on purpose, and the defensive echelon was obvious. Although they retreated layer by layer, the battle damage was not large. We didn't kill many of them at all, and they retreated. This is not a rout, this is a plan. An organized retreat." The Red Baron said slowly, "And the retreat was so clean and smooth, which means that they had formulated a retreat plan before."

"What? Baron, you mean?" Conan said strangely.

"This is what they planned in advance. They did not intend to hold on to resistance, but made a decision to abandon this town early in the morning." The red baron whispered.

"But it's impossible. This place is the site where the old warlord Walman has been operating for many years. He is really willing to give up like this? I don't think it is possible. And he obviously has the strength to fight, why did he choose to take the initiative to evacuate? Is he really completely afraid of us?" Conan hesitated.

The Red Baron shook his head and said, "If General Walman wanted it to be so simple, we wouldn't need to spend so much energy on dealing with him."