Fall in love with a beautiful boss

The mercenary Corps came to the river. They chose laniu ferry as a breakthrough to drive the local people to tie up many bamboo rafts, stack sandbags, mount light and heavy machine guns and forcibly cross the river overnight. The revolutionary army on the other side blocked the river with dense heavy machine guns, sank and scattered several bamboo rafts, and the Gurkha soldiers did not show weakness. They organized dense heavy machine gun fire counterattack on the West Bank.

The battle to cross the river was extremely fierce. Colonel Badan did not know where to get a batch of submachine boats. The boats were equipped with diesel motors and covered with steel armor. Like tanks in the water, they roared with the motor and stirred up the white waves like boiling on the river. In the twinkling of an eye, the first mercenaries landed successfully and built beachhead positions on the east bank.

Lao Qin described to me how the Gurkha soldiers fought: they fought fiercely and were not afraid of death. The key is that they are good at fighting and have strong individual ability, which is far from being comparable to the old Burmese soldiers. As soon as they landed, they scattered like ants, hid in the crevices of trees and rocks, and infiltrated the position with the help of terrain cover.

They are as flexible as monkeys, or as countless virtual and real shadows. You can't hit him, but he often shoots without miss. When you are still in doubt and think you are blind, they touch the front of the position and swing a bright long knife without saying a word. "

Mercenaries stood by the river, consolidated the beachhead position, and forcibly tore a hole in our defense line. The revolutionary army was defeated and the riverside position was lost.

At this time, Lao Qin and I, who had just entered the position, happened to encounter this critical moment of failure ahead: the defeated soldiers were as unstoppable as a flood. People threw down their armor, the officers could not find their subordinates, and the soldiers could not find their officers. Many recruits threw away their guns and bullets in order to escape for their lives.

In short, everyone is running for their lives. Failure spreads everywhere like a plague. The devil of death chases after the defeated soldiers and drowns them in a terrible pool of blood.

In short, this is a tragic scene. Once the army collapses, it is difficult to save it. "Defeat is like a mountain falling" means that.

At this time, an unimaginable scene appeared. Lao Qin grabbed a machine gun from the guard, slammed the bullet, and fiercely ordered the people around him: "shoot. Shoot to death! "

I couldn't believe my ears, because this command was not directed at the enemy, but at my comrades in arms, the defeated soldiers who fought so hard that they could easily escape the enemy's claws.

I opened fire, shot bullets mercilessly into their chests and killed them. At this time, I feel extremely suffocated. I can't imagine what a tragic scene it is to be killed by my own people, but I understand that survival is a human instinct. No one wants to die. Soldiers' desire to survive on the battlefield is legitimate.

But at this time, I couldn't stop Lao Qin from doing anything, because it was on the battlefield of life and death.

But on the contrary, who is responsible for failure? As an officer, no one wants to order his soldiers to be shot, because no one wants to be a sinner forever. I believe Lao Qin is well aware of his own risks. The credit of his life may not be worth an eternal curse. He does not want these soldiers to survive. The problem is that once he is defeated, everyone will not survive.

In this sense, desertion and shooting are forced, both battlefield acts, and out of no choice. Therefore, I understand the dilemma of soldiers.

Therefore, I saw with my own eyes that the guards around Lao Qin immediately fired violently at the defeated crowd, killing and wounding countless defeated soldiers on the spot. The dead are everywhere, and the cries of pain and scream of the wounded are heard everywhere, which is tantamount to a bloody massacre.

But I didn't take any measures to stop it at this time. I don't know if I would do the same if I were Lao Qin and I had such rich combat experience.

The pace of the great rout miraculously stopped, the landslide was stopped, and the soldiers returned to the front line.

The position was finally held and the battle was temporarily deadlocked.

The guard stumbled back to the headquarters. Lao Qin lay on the ground crying and pulled out his pistol to commit suicide. Fortunately, I took it in time.

Li Shun comforted Lao Qin for a long time, and then ordered all the dead to give martyrs pensions without discrimination.

"Although this is cruel and cruel, I think the chief of staff is right to do so. But it takes great courage and courage! " Standing outside the headquarters, Li Shun said to me.

I looked at Li Shun and didn't speak for a long time.

At this time, another emergency came: in the northwest, another brave Kachin army was also under the city.

Lao Qin was left to continue his command in the Western Front battlefield. Li Shun and I went directly to the northwest front battlefield.

Good news came from the special operations unit before departure. One of their units found the abandoned military airport, blew up two planes parked there and damaged the runway at the same time. At the same time, another unit took down the enemy's heavy artillery positions and blew them into a pile of scrap iron. No one was injured in the special operations unit and will soon return to the position.

This makes us all feel more gratified.

Then Li Shun and I went directly to the battlefield on the northwest line, where we were facing the Kachin army.

Lao Qin and I had some introductions about the Kachin nationality and its army before.

Under the money inducement implemented by wood behind the scenes, such a strange looking Kachin expeditionary army appeared in the Golden Triangle: Mountain soldiers with bare arms, black handkerchiefs wrapped around their heads, black skinned cross hanging bullet bags on their chest, and machine guns on their muscular shoulders.

Except for officers, most soldiers wear silver collars around their necks, which is a traditional ornament for the gods to protect their peace. Instead of wearing pants, they wear a cage train. In addition to rifles, they are used to carrying bows, arrows and long knives.

At the beginning of the battle, the mountain soldiers silently killed the revolutionary army sentinels with bows and arrows. The commandos jumped up on the roof like SM and strafed the people in the house with various weapons. When the panicked revolutionary army retreated, they were all more brave and unstoppable. The woods became a snare of death everywhere. Wherever the Revolutionary Army soldiers fled, they would encounter cold guns, poisonous arrows or glittering Kachin long knives.

The mountain soldiers destroyed the Revolutionary Army soldiers like the God of revenge. They cut off the heads of the Revolutionary Army soldiers to cheer for the victory. The forests and mountains and gullies that block out the sun have become the tombs for burying the Revolutionary Army soldiers.

Further upstream, to the west of the other side of the river, the revolutionary army occupies a highland with important strategic defense significance, where a company of soldiers are stationed. Unexpectedly, under the attack of the Kachin army, a company of the revolutionary army was destroyed without time to resist. Many people lost their lives before they could see the enemy clearly.

Kachin soldiers are good at mountain fighting. They skillfully use the terrain to attack. Sometimes they jump from behind trees and sometimes climb from seemingly insurmountable cliffs. Even ancient bows, arrows and long knives have become their best weapons for jungle warfare.