Rise of the Argentine Empire

On the other side,

4 AM, Second Operations Division, a small hill outside the Twilight's End organization.

Guerrero and his men arrived at the designated location ahead of time. He discovered that the village where Twilight's End was stationed had many people responsible for guarding and patrolling, and the defense system was relatively complete.

The defense system was also well done, which gave him a headache. It was a bit difficult to attack. If he secretly used Aragon's tactics one by one, the losses would be very serious, and the resistance would be relatively large.

Best is his deputy, who is meticulous in his work, but relatively timid and afraid of trouble. He does a good job of executing orders, so he has been promoted by him all the time.

The two were observing the situation with binoculars. The geographical location of the Twilight's End base was better, and it was surrounded by mountains on three sides. The difficulty of breaking through the outer defense line was significantly greater than that of the Soul of the Wheel.

At this time, he realized the difficulty of fighting such an organization. Although Saint-Hesse was cautious enough, some overly optimistic situations occurred in this operation, and Guerrero needed to remedy some carelessness.

Obviously, Twilight's End was obviously more difficult to fight, not only in terms of the number of personnel, but also in the style of combat. They were all the kind that were more difficult to deal with. Like the boss, most of the members were Gauchos, and some were Indians, and their combat effectiveness was very strong.

When Saint-Hesse proposed attacking on both sides at the same time, Guerrero, who was under tremendous pressure, also felt that he could no longer delay, so he agreed to Saint-Hesse's decision and made the most difficult Twilight's End his target.

Especially since the two organizations have already united, it will be even more difficult to deal with at that time, so it's better to get rid of them together.

He did not object to Saint-Hesse's decision. If he delayed any longer, he might not be able to hold the territory of the Potassium Triangle. Half a year of preparation would be wasted, and millions of dollars of investment would be wasted without any output. Saint-Hesse's investment has not yet recouped.

Guerrero brought a total of three hundred official members, and nearly one hundred members of the logistics department followed.

The official members were all fully armed and quietly lurking. The weather was still very cold. Most of the soldiers were wearing body armor and coats, and their faces were also painted with tactical camouflage. Most of them wore coats that were conducive to concealment.

Most of the outer members were newly recruited less than two months ago and were still in the probationary period. Except for the captain, most were not equipped with weapons, and were responsible for cleaning the battlefield and preparing work. In contrast, the members of the logistics department were also mixed together, responsible for material transportation, distribution and other work.

"Team leader, the situation is a bit bad. Do we need to retreat first and meet up with the boss?"

Best said worriedly, and then gave his own suggestion.

"No, wait until they come out and hit them hard. It is likely that they also have important operations today. If we fight during the day, the losses will be even greater."

Best may have a retreat mentality in his heart, but Guerrero, as the person in charge, is very calm.

"There are also some easy places to attack on the Twilight's End side, but they are isolated from other villages, and most of the houses are made of wood. Best, let the logistics department prepare Molotov cocktails, otherwise we will suffer too much loss if we attack directly."

Guerrero made up his mind, let the dead poor daos die, let the people of Twilight's End die first.

Hearing that Molotov cocktails were to be used, Best immediately realized the viciousness of this tactic. This was a plan to wipe out the entire family, and he shuddered.

Best could only mourn for them in his heart, and at the same time, he was also prepared. The various materials prepared by Saint-Hesse were still very complete. In addition to various grenades, there were also many glass bottles + alcohol + fire starter + sulfur, which could be quickly made into Molotov cocktail bottles.

The people of Twilight's End are obviously not as good as the people of the Soul of the Wheel at doing economics, but their fighting style is powerful, and some of their subordinates even live in thatched huts. These days are a great opportunity.

They are truly bandits who started by looting and robbing, and their reputation in the southern Potassium Triangle is not good, and they have many blood debts.

"Team leader, it seems to be windy." Best arranged the task and returned to Guerrero's side, suddenly feeling a gust of cold wind in the valley.

Guerrero also felt a gust of mountain wind blowing, and felt unlucky. The weather was already cold, and the wind was still blowing, so he quickly wrapped his clothes tightly.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he immediately turned his head again and ordered him,

"Immediately let the logistics department prepare to use iron forks to roll tumbleweeds, and then prepare to light them, let them run with the wind to fuel the fire, arrange for tumbleweeds first, and then arrange to use Molotov cocktails." A more vicious plan was freshly baked.

Now is the autumn and winter season, this strange round tumbleweed is actually an alien invasive species. I don't know where it came from, but it is very annoying. This broken grass is everywhere on the mountain.

This kind of thing is also distributed in a small number of areas in Argentina, but not much. The Potassium Triangle is one place.

Guerrero calmly issued orders, preparing to completely harvest the Twilight's End organization, and then felt a little thirsty, opened the little gadget given by the boss, and took a sip of the special coffee, and felt that it seemed not bad.

"I didn't expect the coffee given by the boss to be pretty good, Best, you try it too,"

Originally, he was a little curious about drinking coffee before the battle. Most of the people in Guerrero's team did not implement this, but just distributed it. Who would drink cold water on a cold day.

Guerrero, who was originally a little sleepy, suddenly became a lot more energetic, which made him feel again that the boss's preparation work was meticulous, and this thing seemed to be able to improve his spirit.

"I'll try it too." Best quickly unscrewed the bottle cap and finished drinking it in gulps.

"Issue another order, now everyone drink the coffee first, the rest of the orders remain unchanged."

"The taste is okay, and it really has a special effect,

I'll arrange for someone to handle it immediately."

Best's eyes lit up. The boss's original nonsensical arrangement made the official members confused. Some of the outer members occasionally drank some, but there was no feedback, and it was not seriously implemented, even the logistics department was the same.

Most of the people in the Thunder Cross do not have the habit of drinking coffee. Coffee is relatively expensive and they do not like its taste. They prefer mate tea.

On the contrary, the team led by Aragon implemented it very well. Aragon has always seriously implemented Saint-Hesse's orders, and now he has become keen on learning.

For a time, all the team members in charge of Guerrero began to drink coffee on a large scale, and the real fatigue was swept away.

"I feel a constant stream of energy, which is much more powerful than mate tea,"

"Me too, this special coffee is really amazing."

"The boss is really amazing"

With the blessing of special coffee, the morale of the Thunder Cross members has obviously increased a lot, which makes Guerrero even more confident in this operation.

A few more minutes passed,

The logistics department people in the night were holding iron forks and began to collect tumbleweeds and other weeds around. This alien invasive species made people very irritable. It was everywhere in autumn and winter.

And the iron fork was prepared to be used for this function. Saint-Hesse prepared two or three for each car.

He also specially asked people to prepare more, after all, the fork is also a very good defensive weapon.

Forking people can fork a few holes out,

They concentrated the tumbleweeds one by one,

Then they started to light them with burning torches. As the wind increased, the round tumbleweeds began to run towards the Twilight's End base. The official members also followed behind the weeds on the other side, waiting for the opportunity to throw Molotov cocktails.

Occasionally, the fire was discovered, or someone was shot down by a black gun, but there were also vigilant sentries.

There were also targeted eliminations by other leaders. The village at the end of Dusk quickly sounded the alarm. The whole village seemed to awaken, and lights began to turn on.

On the side of the official members, a large number of Molotov cocktails were already in position.

"One, two, three, ready, throw!"

One by one, the Thunder Cross members who had been selected for their amazing arm strength began the work of lighting and throwing, aiming at the outer houses that were obviously made of wood. The newly lit electric lights made it easy to see which ones were wooden.

The Molotov cocktails flew in beautiful parabolas, arcing through the air before the glass bottles shattered.

The thrown bottles quickly burst into flames, the high-concentration alcohol and sulfur reacting rapidly, igniting the wooden structures with sparks flying everywhere.

"Prepare to throw grenades, high-angle throws."

The team members took out grenades again and pulled the pins. This time, they threw them even farther than the Molotov cocktails, offsetting the positions of the firebombs. The sound of explosions traveled far in the village.

The egg-shaped grenades that Saint Hesser provided were lightweight and could be thrown farther. They had already done a lot of throwing training, and almost all of them exploded perfectly, probably stunning the people at the end of Dusk.

The tumbleweeds, on the other hand, were not as powerful as the Molotov cocktails. They were just an extra, mostly used as kindling.

Soon, the outer houses downwind began to burn.

"Prepare to throw smoke bombs, one, two, three, throw!"

The smoke bombs were also an extra, and they were also thrown out. There were few of these, but they caused a lot of smoke, giving the people at the end of Dusk a significant psychological deterrent.

"Retreat, then enter the designated positions."

The well-trained throwers began to retreat, handing over to others to rest for a while.

The people throwing Molotov cocktails and grenades were not too affected and immediately retreated to their designated positions.

In addition, the remaining members of the Thunder Cross began to detour, going to other mountains outside the gap, preparing to quietly wait to reap the rewards.

Under the effect of more than eighty Molotov cocktails, the fire began to spread rapidly.

The wind was also getting stronger and stronger. The members at the end of Dusk were a little confused when they first heard the alarm, thinking they had made a mistake, until they heard the gunshots and shouts, and the flames had already burned in.

They hurriedly got up, looking at the raging fire by the window, thinking they were in a dream.

"Quick, quick, arrange for firefighting!"

"Wake up, wake up!"

"God, have the demons come? This must be God's punishment!"

"Why is it on fire for no reason? I want to find my mother."

"Don't be dazed, don't pray, hurry up and help! It's obvious someone is setting fires!"

The higher-ups who lived in the innermost houses at the end of Dusk also rushed out of their houses, mostly disheveled, pointing at the increasingly raging fire and anxiously shouting at their subordinates, directing them to start fighting the fire.

But they didn't notice that the danger hidden around them had already arrived. The Thunder Cross members who had been ambushed outside fired the first shot.

Hitting the back of a Dusk's End leader directly.

In an instant, gunfire erupted, and bullets from all around rained down on the bodies of these gangster bosses, causing blood to splatter everywhere, and they fell to the ground, dead as could be.

With several high-level figures removed, this was Guerrero's key target, and they couldn't be let go. As for the other innocent people, they were lightly let off, escorted by outer members.

At this time, some members of Dusk's End also ran out of their shacks, watching the flames closing in, the air rapidly heating up. Without their leaders, they were like headless flies, becoming chaotic.

The temperature around them also rose rapidly, and they felt the air becoming scorching. Some of the timid ones had already started running away, and they were caught by other Thunder Cross members.

Groot, the boss of Dusk's End, didn't live in the innermost part. He happened to be sleeping at his mistress's place tonight. His face turned pale. He knew the terrain of Dusk's End clearly. Now the fire was spreading from the land, and there was no way to escape with mountains on three sides.

He could only run into the mountains. Guerrero, who had already planned everything, had deployed sufficient personnel in various places, and Groot was also successfully captured. The pitch-black Groot could only mingle with the captured ordinary members of Dusk's End, waiting for a chance to escape.

The spread of the fire slowed down, but soon the wind picked up again, fueling the fire.

Making the fire even more intense, the Dusk's End members who were fighting the fire became chaotic again. The screams and shouts of the entire village were very noisy.

The smoke bombs gradually dissipated, giving people the feeling of a huge fire for a while.

Now they realized that the fire was not very fierce, but it was already unstoppable and irreversible.

The screams of Dusk's End echoed in one piece, surrounded by thick smoke, the sound of fighting fires, the sound of pouring water.

Soon, the raging fire engulfed all the houses, and the screams of some gangsters who didn't have time to evacuate occasionally spread, as if they were completely in an oven, and a smell of roasting meat spread.

More and more Dusk's End members ran out of the houses, as well as other non-official members of Dusk's End.

Some tried to run from the mountains, but most were arrested by Guerrero's men.

At that time, Saint Hesser's opinion was to remove most of the high-level figures, and those who were not convinced would be sent to Africa to mine, and those who were honest and could be accepted would be used as outer members.

This time, not too many bullets were wasted, and a beautiful battle was fought. Occasionally, some people tried to break through and resist, but they were shot down.

Guerrero, who had taken down many people, slowly came out and asked people to pick up loudspeakers and shout, sending people out.

"Surrender your guns and you won't be killed, put your hands on your head."

"Surrender your guns and you won't be killed, put your hands on your head."

As for the occasional unlucky ones who were burned to death, there was no way to do anything about it, it was just a cremation.

Seeing victory in sight,

Best, who was not in the combat sequence, fired a signal flare, which Saint Hesser saw, and immediately rushed over to reinforce.

This beautiful misunderstanding was also because Best didn't quite understand the function of this signal flare.

After Guerrero cleaned up the enemies, he asked people to open up firebreaks and prepare water and sand to put out the fire.

Things progressed very quickly,

… …

Saint Hesser also saw the fire on the road, and became more and more anxious, feeling a little irritable. This was his mistake, a bit of conceit, which led to this somewhat dizzy strategy, and Guerrero and Aragon did not object.

Saint Hesser was a little annoyed,

But the speed of the car couldn't be increased any further.

The distance of less than 6 kilometers, the speed of driving in the mountains was not fast, the road was not very easy to walk, although there was the reason for paying extra, it still took a long time to drive.

After about half an hour, Saint Hesser and his party finally arrived safely and saw a batch of trucks on the outside. These were exactly Guerrero's.

At this time, Guerrero had already begun to arrange for members to clean up the battlefield. The fire had gone down a lot. Without combustibles and with the protection of the periphery, most of the end of Dusk had become black ruins, a scene after being burned.

Escorting prisoners, arranged in an orderly manner, the rest of the outer villages also began to clean up problematic people, most of the people at the end of Dusk were honest, obviously frightened by the fire just now and the decisive actions of Thunder Mining, the resistance was not obvious, most of those who resisted had already been killed.

Saint Hesser breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the safe and sound Guerrero, and that most of the other members were also fine.