Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 311 Chairman Fujiwara Masato

Ten rounds of heavy artillery bombardment lasted more than an hour.

And after this hour, the entire Wallis base had become a mess.

The base's central building, constructed of concrete to the highest civilian standards, had essentially disappeared, with only a few walls and large piles of building debris remaining as testament to its original existence.

The other secondary buildings were not in as bad a condition as the main building, but they were not much better either. The building in the best condition had more than half collapsed, leaving only half of the three-story ruins remaining in place.

The high walls and sentry towers of the base, which were obstacles to the infantry, were basically collapsed or turned into fragments in the artillery fire and disappeared in the mushroom cloud rising from the explosion.

The shelling stopped, and the Gazelle attack helicopter also flew to the temporary airport ten kilometers away to refuel and perform minor maintenance.

Fujiwara Masato watched this scene, blinked his eyes and smacked his lips.

"It's been bombed like this. Even if the guys inside are not dead, they should surrender."

As he spoke, Fujiwara Masato opened the small map, and was surprised to find that there were more than 300 hostile units in the base.

"Ah, is human life so tenacious? Or is there some kind of underground air-raid shelter or something like that inside this base that can protect against heavy artillery?"

I don’t understand, it’s hard to imagine how they survived the heavy artillery bombardment, but since their hostility on the small map is as red as blood, it means that this matter basically cannot be resolved peacefully.

"Huangmao, move the team forward 500 meters."

Fujiwara Masato's order was quickly executed, and nearly three hundred people walked down the hillside in a dense formation from both sides and strolled in the sparse woods.

The overgrown rubber trees blocked the shooting range, so we had to clear them out partially.

Fujiwara Masato had previously thought that there were no living people in the base, and the militiamen who were ordered to advance also thought so, so the team as a whole was a little lax.

Except for the NPCs who still maintained basic vigilance, everyone in the Kurotsuchi family gathered together, laughing and sharing each other's cigarettes.

It only takes an ordinary person five or six minutes to walk 500 meters on flat ground, but it took more than 20 minutes for the team of more than 300 people to walk through the woods which was not very dense and had only basic roads.

There was no way. On the one hand, Huangmao followed the BOSS's orders and asked the team to advance cautiously. On the other hand, the terrain was not flat and one side was carrying a lot of heavy equipment.

Unless the team is separated and the front and back are disconnected, such advancement will not be fast.

Three hundred meters in front of the base was an open area. There was not even a bush except calf-high weeds. The team stopped a little ahead of the junction of the woods and the open area.

After arriving at the designated position, Huangmao began to deploy heavy machine guns on both sides of the team according to Fujiwara Masato's instructions, with three 60mm and one 120mm mortars in the middle, hidden behind large rocks and trees.

If there are not enough cover, have people use chainsaws to cut down trees, stack them up to form an obstacle that can be used to block the enemy, and then place heavy weapons behind them, or have riflemen lie behind them.

When cutting down trees, you can also clear out a wide enough shooting range.

After all the hard work, the militiamen who were working in Brazil, which was just the transition between summer and autumn, were sweating and exhausted.

Well, Huangmao raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was now one o'clock in the afternoon, and it was time for lunch. Exactly one and a half hours ago, a cooking truck drove into the village from behind and had already cooked hot meals.

The road conditions are not very good, and we need people to help transport food to the front line.

"Send thirty people back and bring lunch over."

"Sir, should we launch an attack in one go?"

The militia leader of the Heitu family raised an objection.

"That base is in such a state, there must be no survivors. Even if there are survivors, they have all run away. Now, we should rush over and take over the place..."

"Follow orders and don't talk too much nonsense."

The yellow-haired man said coldly. The militia leader was stunned for a moment, and anger appeared on his face. However, a higher-ranking official can crush a person. After thinking about the order from the head of the family, he turned around and was about to leave...

At this moment, a gunshot rang out from the ruins of the wall five hundred meters away.

The yellow-haired man immediately bent down and hid behind a shelter made of stacked trees, while the militia leader stood there for a second. After his brain analyzed the result, he hurriedly looked for a place to hide, then took out his walkie-talkie and yelled.

"What's going on? Who's shooting?"

"It's the enemy at the base, Boss. One of our brothers is dead..."

The cause of the incident was actually very simple. When the Black Soil Militia was cutting down trees, a young bastard got playful and stood at attention and saluted his companions.

The young brother who was saluted did not realize the danger. Instead, he cooperated, held his head high and chest out, acting like a senior official. He also patted his companion on the shoulder in a proper manner to commend him for saluting him.

There is actually nothing wrong with such a fight if it happens at a different time or place. It's just young people playing around, no one would take it seriously.

A sniper from the base who was lying in the ruins of the base took it seriously. Perhaps it was because this guy had just retired from the army and lacked experience, or perhaps he was just hoping for a lucky break, but in any case he opened fire.

A shot blew the head off the young man who was accepting a salute from others four hundred meters away.

The first casualty on the Allied Forces side occurred for a ridiculous reason. The doctor at the back of the team just took a look at the person being carried over, shook his head, and indicated that he could be covered with a white cloth.

The skull is flying off, how can we save him?

After the militia leader learned the details, he started cursing while holding the walkie-talkie. Huangmao ignored his anger and was seriously following the boss's orders.

"Has the drone team located the sniper who fired the shot?"

"Reporting to the commander, the enemy has moved to a new location. We only know his last known location."

"Order the mortar team to fire at that area, three rounds..."

The yellow-haired man tilted his head and listened carefully to the instructions in the Bluetooth headset beside his ear, and continued to repeat the boss's words.

"The drone is now hovering over the enemy base non-stop. The next time the enemy opens fire, we must find the firing position immediately."

"Understood, sir."

The sound of mortar bombardment quickly rang out, and four mortars of various calibers fired at the ruins. The shells fell, blasting out clouds of dust and rain of rubble.

Huangmao was not sure whether the sniper could be killed, but after the bombardment, the ruins of the base became quiet, and no one else shot at the militiamen who were busy cutting down trees.

At about 1:20, hot meals were delivered to the rear, and except for the necessary sentinels, everyone started to eat.

At the same time, the flanking troops finally arrived at the planned location, cut down trees and set up shelters across the river.

The 120 people who had taken a detour had already eaten their meal while they were on the road.

Maybe they were planning a sneak attack, or maybe someone in the base wanted to escape. At around 1:30, Fujiwara Masato, who was pretending to be the yellow-haired man's ghost, heard a dull explosion coming from deep in the rainforest on the side.

"Anti-personnel mines?"

The first thing Fujiwara Masato thought of was the good stuff he had asked the rangers to bury in the woods on both sides.

"Send a drone over to see what's going on."

A drone equipped with a modified camera flew over and captured the slowly rising green smoke in the dense rainforest.

The drone flew over the dense treetops, and in the gaps between the leaves, a fully armed man with a broken leg was seen lying at the roots of a tree. He raised a black-painted rifle and fired at the passing drone.

Hey, there really are people sneaking into the woods, and any anti-personnel mines buried by the Rangers have exploded. The guys who dare to go around the rainforest at this time must be more than one person, at least a squad of soldiers.

Because of the firing from the wounded below, the drone could not get too close to the ground to avoid being shot down, and it was unable to conduct close reconnaissance.

Although the drone that flew over has thermal imaging capabilities, it is now the time when the sunlight is at its strongest and the ground temperature is not low.

Coupled with the obstruction of the tree canopy, it is difficult for drones to detect other hidden enemies.

But it’s okay. Not being able to find the exact location does not prevent Huangmao from ordering the mortar team to fire at the location of the wounded.

The location where the anti-personnel mine was triggered was about four kilometers away from the front-line troops, while the US military's M120 large-caliber mortar has a range of up to 7 kilometers, and four kilometers is still within its effective range.

The only pity is that the maximum range of the 60-caliber M224 American mortar is only kilometers, which cannot reach the enemy, otherwise the scene would be even more lively.

The 120 mortar opened fire quickly. This time it fired five rounds at the coordinates obtained by the drone, blowing up the forest that triggered the mine into flying wood chips and knocking down four or five trees as thick as an adult's waist.

The drone flew over again for reconnaissance.

There is a lot more empty space, so it is easy to find abnormalities this time.

The unlucky guy who was injured before was lying on the spot, with a broken tree pressing on him. He was motionless and looked dead.

In addition, there were two unlucky guys who stayed at the scene.

The second person was lying in the grass twenty meters in front of the first dead person. His helmet flew far away and no one knew where the fatal wound was. Anyway, there was no movement.

The third unlucky guy was lying in the crown of a fallen tree. It seemed that when the mortar bombarded him, he was running for his life, and then he was hit by the fallen tree out of luck.

The man was not dead yet. When the drone discovered him, the latter also saw it and stretched out his hand to the drone in a gesture of surrender.

"Boss, do you need to send an armed drone to drop grenades?"

The drone operator showed no mercy and he made a proposal to the yellow-haired man enthusiastically.

"No, there's no need. If his companions abandoned him, this person would not be able to leave here alone. If someone rescued him back to the base, then a wounded person would waste their precious medical supplies."

"Okay, boss."

The drone operator was somewhat disappointed.

Controlling a drone to drop grenades from a long distance is just like playing a game. Even if a person is killed, he will not feel like he has killed someone. Instead, he will be excited about getting a bounty on the head.

After experiencing the combined power of anti-personnel mines and 120 mortars, the enemies in the base gave up their plan of a flanking attack...or rather, gave up temporarily.

After taking half an hour to eat and drink, and to rest for a while to recover his strength, Fujiwara Masato ordered the militia to launch a tentative attack.

"Yellow Hair, have the militia send 50 men to advance, spread out a bit, and have the heavy machine guns and mortars on alert. If you spot the enemy, open fire and provide cover immediately."

The order was given through the walkie-talkie, and the militia leader began to select men and had them advance towards the base.

Unlike the ease of the previous advance, the case of one person's death made everyone realize that although the base was bombed into ruins, the people inside did not give up resistance.

So, as the fifty militiamen advanced, they bent over, spread out as much as possible, walked back and forth between different trees, and looked up in the direction of the base.

After leaving the sparse woods and coming to the weedy open space, the fifty people became more cautious, and each and every one of them wished they could become Voldemort in the chicken-eating competition.

When Fujiwara Masato saw the situation, he felt that it was not going to work, so he made a satellite phone call to give orders.

"Let the two heavy machine guns on both sides open fire, firing continuous short bursts at the ruins of the wall."

The two Lao Gan Ma guns opened fire with a loud noise, "boom, boom, boom", and one tracer bullet after another visible to the naked eye flew towards the ruins of the wall.

This movement and this scene really gave great courage to the Black Soil Militiamen who were hesitating in the front. They dared to stand up and walk forward quickly.

As they walked, some people raised their AK47s and fired forward. The sound of gunfire encouraged themselves.

In this lively manner, after fifty people approached the ruins of the base to a distance of more than 150 meters, the enemy lying behind the ruins of the wall finally could not help but open fire.

Gunshots rang out from the direction of the base. The Black Soil Militiamen who were marching forward immediately lay down and hid in the grass, causing an unknown number of friendly troops in the rear to be knocked down.

"Sir, the heavy machine gunner is dead, it was the sniper!"

Someone was shouting on the intercom, and Huangmao perked up.

"Where are the snipers? Drone, report!"

"Drones detected three firing responses... coordinates being sent to mortar team."

"This is the mortar team. The coordinates are too close to friendly forces. We cannot fire."

In fact, there was no need for the mortar to fire, as the terrorist operating the heavy machine gun on the other side discovered the enemy's position. He quickly shifted the muzzle of the gun and fired at a ruin 500 meters away, using long bursts of suppressive fire.

The first heavy machine gun was quickly taken over by the assistant gunner and opened fire again. Huangmao took the opportunity to let several squads of light machine guns fire together.

However, because the front-line infantry were unreliable and did not know how to keep their firing range, these machine gunners only fired in short bursts and did not dare to continue suppressing fire.

The fire support from light and heavy machine guns was not ideal, which resulted in more gunfire from the ruins. The enemies hiding behind the bunkers in the ruins began to shoot at the Black Soil Militia 150 meters away.

The Black Soil Militia was obviously panicked. During the shootout, they liked to pull the trigger and not let go. A magazine of thirty rounds was used up in a few seconds.

On the other hand, the number of enemies firing on the enemy side was not large, only about twenty people. The rhythm of their shooting was very good, with bursts of gunfire coming one after another without interruption, which in turn suppressed the former who were firing randomly.

After only four or five minutes of shooting, the militiamen on the front line could no longer hold on and started clamoring to retreat, which angered the militia leader next to Huangmao and he started cursing.

"When you retreat, remember to take the wounded with you."

Huangmao reminded.

"The mortar team will fire smoke bombs to the front line to cover them."

"clear."

The mortar team skillfully fired a wall of smoke towards the front line, and the Black Earth Militiamen lying on the ground quickly jumped up and ran straight back.

However, even though they were running, these people did remember the orders that followed, and when they fled, they took the wounded and dead closest to them with them.

Although the exact number of casualties was still unknown, after watching from a distance for a while, Huangmao felt that at least one third of the fifty people were lying down.

The enemy's shooting skills are very vicious, they are all veterans.

Seeing that the militia were two hundred meters away from the front line, Fujiwara Masato acted like the master of micro-control and called the yellow-haired man on the front line again.

"Fire the mortars and bomb the area where the enemy was before. Keep monitoring with the drones. Don't let the enemy escape from the valley behind without us knowing."

"Hi Yi."

"Also, when everyone in front has retreated, call the 155mm artillery crew to get ready. Fire two rounds at the ruins of the wall and flatten all the obstacles that can serve as cover."

(End of this chapter)