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Chapter 1490 Public Security War (Second Update, please subscribe)
As the frightened birds flew through the forest, the guerrillas began to attack. As usual, they first fired mortars, then machine guns, and then attacked.

"With a rifle, with a rifle..."

Peng Guoliang shouted loudly.

"Draw them over and shoot,..."

As a lieutenant general of the empire, Peng Guoliang never imagined that one day, he would personally fight the enemy on the battlefield again. The smell of gunpowder around him made his heart agitated.Facing the attack of the guerrillas with a large number of people, he directly ordered his subordinates to set a trap.

The sparse counterattacks convinced the guerrillas that this was just a group of transport teams. When the guerrillas rushed to the edge of the forest with their guns in hand, and were about to launch a surprise attack, they were suddenly enveloped in a rapid rain of bullets. Only a dozen people fell down.

At a short distance of less than [-] meters, the powerful firepower of the submachine gun is fatal. Facing the firepower like a storm, the guerrillas who were charging were immediately stunned.Before these guerrillas could react, more than a dozen people had already died at the gunpoints of the imperial soldiers.

While suppressing the guerrillas with powerful firepower, Peng Guoliang ordered again loudly.

"Squad Leader Liu, you lead your squad from the left flank to their flank, outflanking them..."

"Yes!"

……

"Shoot! Shoot! Suppress their firepower! Damn Ming devils! Keep shooting!"

Smith, brandishing a Colt pistol, roared loudly, watching the tongues of fire spewing from the hands of the imperial soldiers down the hillside, listening to the bullets whizzing by and the comrades around him rolling on the ground in pain after being hit by the bullets, a very An ominous premonition emerged in the guerrilla leader's heart.

"Submachine gun! Damn it, why does the transport team have a submachine gun..."

While cursing, Smith felt ominous in his heart. The imperial soldiers he was fighting with now were definitely not supply convoys.Sophisticated equipment, fierce firepower and accurate shooting, all these prove that these imperial soldiers are a well-trained fighting force.

How could he kick such an iron plate?

A guerrilla is a guerrilla, and a direct confrontation with the regular army is simply asking for a dead end!

Besides, these are not ordinary regular troops, their firepower is beyond his imagination, and almost everyone has a submachine gun!How could such a powerful firepower be a transport team.

"Captain! I think we should retreat now!"

When pulling the bolt to unload, Sarah desperately shouted to the captain beside her:
"These Ming soldiers are definitely not a convoy delivering supplies, they are combat troops! And they are elite!"

Sarah was one of the few women in the guerrillas. She shot the Ming army with her rifle, and then rolled towards Smith with her rifle.

"What did you say."

Seeing Sarah rolling to her side, Smith asked loudly while continuing to fire at the Ming army on the road.

"I said that those Daming soldiers are different from the transport teams we encountered in the past. They are combat troops. I think we should retreat!"

Sarah cat bent and fired again.

"retreat……"

Just when Smith was hesitating whether to retreat, the guerrillas who were focused on fighting the Ming army did not notice the Ming army turning around from the flank. As soon as they approached the enemy, they shot the guerrillas with their submachine guns.

The sudden attack put the guerrillas into a situation where they were attacked from behind. Although there were only a dozen imperial soldiers rushing over, they were like tigers descending the mountain with their submachine guns. With their powerful firepower, they swept across the guerrillas and fell into a The guerrillas in the rain of bullets fell down in pieces as if being sprayed by a tap.

All the guerrillas who saw this scene were filled with fear.But after those imperial soldiers quickly and quickly eliminated the guerrillas in front of them, they didn't even give these stunned guerrillas a chance to react. They waved the submachine guns in their hands and stood straight all the way. Bloody.

"Retreat, retreat..."

Just when Smith shouted to retreat, his shouting stopped abruptly. He looked at his chest in disbelief, and at the same time as a ball of blood burst out, he fell to the ground. In those desperate eyes, he saw The rushing military boots...

"No!"

Sarah screamed in horror as she watched Smith collapse in front of her eyes.Smith was not only the captain, but also her lover. Seeing her lover being killed in front of her, this kind of blow was simply a nightmare for a girl who was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

"Red, Rhett..."

Sarah yelled in horror, she lifted Smith up with trembling hands, and when she was crying and trying to stop the bleeding, suddenly, she saw a tall imperial soldier standing in front of her, not When he reacted, the butt of the imperial soldier's gun moved, and when a sharp pain came from his forehead, Sarah only felt that her eyes went dark, and then she couldn't feel anything.

When the battle was over, the sky had lightened slightly, but there was still a smell of gunpowder smoke in the fresh air. The smell of gunpowder smoke and the smell of blood were the unique smell of death on the battlefield.

As the general of the Imperial Army, Peng Guoliang took a deep breath, and then said to himself.

"This is the smell of the battlefield, but the smell of gunpowder smoke is a little weaker."

As a soldier, he really enjoyed the taste.

At this time, the soldiers had finished cleaning the battlefield. They gathered the bodies of the guerrillas who had been killed and placed them randomly on the side of the road. The blood pooled into a small blood pool beside the pile of corpses.

There were dozens of captives kneeling there anxiously by the roadside, Peng Guoliang just glanced at them casually, and then asked.

"Adjutant Chen, what about the casualties?"

"Report sir, two people were killed and three were injured in the guard platoon, and one person was killed and one was injured in the Ninth Army escort squad..."

Adjutant Chen added.

"We killed 112 guerrillas and captured another 67."

"Let's deal with it according to the regulations."

When he said this, Peng Guoliang looked at the captives, and even though there was a young girl among them, he just shook his head and sighed softly.

"Okay, let's get in the car, Squad Leader Liu, I'll leave this to you."

After he got into the car and left, there was a burst of gunfire outside the car...

In this regard, Peng Guoliang did not feel any discomfort at all. This is the case in war, either to be killed or to kill the enemy.

Sitting in the car, listening to the gunshots outside the car, he frowned and said to himself.

"It seems that we must intensify our efforts to suppress the guerrillas, otherwise it will cause future troubles..."

Many times, certain accidents will change many things. After Peng Guoliang returned to the headquarters, he immediately ordered the establishment of a security force to be used by the guerrillas in the rear.

"If you want to consolidate the results of the battle on the frontal battlefield, you must use security warfare to clean up all the resistance forces in the rear as much as possible! We must eliminate all benevolence and suppress all resistance forces with an iron fist!"

For Peng Guoliang, an attack was nothing more than a small episode in the battle. Even after the order was issued, he never asked about the results of the security war, but one thing is certain is that the security war is to consolidate occupation The inevitable choice of the district.

　Security warfare is an inevitable choice to consolidate the occupied areas. After all, that place is different from other places, where every household has guns.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)