There were many people and strong forces. The materials and equipment stockpiled in the valley were directly emptied by everyone and quickly retreated westward. The noisy valley quickly became empty. Soon, dense gunfire came. Then, a team rushed from the canyon and the mountains to the valley wooden house. One by one, they were live ammunition and wearing uniforms. It was Sam's team. Seeing that the valley had not resisted, the army rushed into the wooden house excitedly and searched one by one.

There were still gunfires sounding around the mountains and forests, heading west, but more troops rushed into the valley. After a while, the regiment commander rushed up with the guards. Seeing the intact wooden houses in the valley, although the people had already been exposed, they didn't care. When they thought of the political purpose of stationing the valley, the regiment commander couldn't help but shouted excitedly: "Quickly check the dangers of the wooden houses, the adjutant, lead an army to immediately garrison the surrounding mountains and rivers to guard against the enemy's counterattack."

"Yes." The adjutant shouted, calling on a team to quickly seize the commanding heights of the valley.

The regiment commander walked forward with great enthusiasm. Although he failed to catch the opponent or rescue the hostages, forcing the enemy away and seizing the enemy's nest was a great achievement in politics. More importantly, after occupying the valley, it would be very guaranteed for the subsequent development of tantalum ore, and the benefits here were even greater.

"Report, the enemy command was discovered." A second lieutenant trotted up and saluted.

"Let's go, take a look." The leader waved his hand excitedly and signaled the other party to lead the way.

Soon, the regiment commander came to the command center, the largest wooden house in the valley, and found that the sand table had been destroyed and scattered on the ground, all the things in the room were empty, and nothing was left behind. The regiment commander was stunned, frowned and thoughtful. After a while, the regiment commander shouted to the correspondent: "Give power to the command center immediately. The valley has been occupied. Our army is cleaning the battlefield and building fortifications. Please instruct."

"Yes." The correspondent immediately agreed and called.

The regiment commander shouted to a staff officer following behind: "This place is good, the place is big enough to be used as our command center. The staff officers will take their seats immediately, organize the place, restore the sand table as soon as possible, and set up communication radar and other equipment."

"Yes." The staff officer agreed quickly and hurried away.

At this time, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside. After a while, Jackson came to the scene with a group of people, looked at the situation inside the wooden house, and looked at the commander and said, "I did a good job, but I didn't expect that it was the first one to occupy this place. This credit belongs to you."

"More commander-in-chief." The regiment commander responded quickly with understanding.

"When I came, I found that this place had been emptied. It seems that the enemy has voluntarily given up the valley. I will arrange a batch of materials to you as soon as possible, guard this valley well, and build fortifications around the commanding heights. I don't want this place to change hands to the enemy again." Jackson's face turned solemn and he reminded him seriously.

"Yes." The leader of the group agreed quickly, "Please ensure that the task is completed."

"The enemy is free to pursue other troops, please hurry up and deploy. It will be dark in about two hours. The chasing troops also need a place to camp. After it gets dark, they will return. You are ready to welcome him." Jackson reminded.

"I understand." The regiment commander agreed without hesitation, suddenly thought of something, waved his hand to signal the others around him to leave, and asked in a low voice: "Old friend, I heard that the Eastern Front was very hard, and many people were sacrificed, and the troops were almost disabled. This matter is probably not small, do you see?"

"Those bastards are really useless. They were attacked overnight by a group of natives holding bows and arrows. In addition, the troops lost more than 1,000 people during the day. This matter cannot be covered. Fortunately, they took down this valley, otherwise there would be no explanation. From a military perspective, we lost completely, with more than 1,000 casualties, while the enemy only suffered hundreds of casualties. From a political perspective, we won. I know this matter. Unfortunately, the hostages were not rescued. I hope the pursuit troops can do something." Jackson also lowered his voice, frowned, with deep anger and dissatisfaction in his words.

"Just have a question, just give me instructions whatever you need to do." The leader took the opportunity to express his opinion.

"Well, it's still reliable for old friends at critical moments." Jackson said in a pun.

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In a dense forest near the river, the scholar stood by a big tree with a cold face. There were three gardeners, monks and farmers standing next to him. Behind him were a group of fully armed soldiers, sitting on the ground and breathing heavily. Finally getting rid of the enemy, everyone seized the time to recover their strength.

"Bastard, I must calculate this account clearly." The scholar said coldly to himself, his eyes as sharp as a blade, locking in the direction of the origin.

"Brother, I know you are suffering. Brother Ghost will definitely help us figure it out. Don't worry, this time you will definitely make a difference in the enemy's backbone. Don't worry, keep calm. Your brothers are all watching you." The monk walked up and comforted him in a low voice.

"I can't calm down. One hundred brothers and I come here to serve the country. Look at it now, more than twenty people have been sacrificed and more than thirty people have been injured. Most of the brothers have disappeared. I...?" The scholar said sadly and angryly. His nose was sore, and two lines of tiger tears rolled down, sliding across his firm face, and fell to the ground with endless anger.

"Your brother is also our brother. Let's remember this hatred first. You still have more than 40 people, plus the three hundred of our brothers, you can still make a big fuss. Moreover, Brother Ghost has specially explained that he will bring more food and weapons, and obviously he wants to do a big fight. The enemy is about to catch up. Let's retreat first and find Brother Ghost first." The monk said in a deep voice, throwing a look at the gardener and the farmer.

The gardener nodded knowingly and stepped forward and said, "Brothers fight for the country, and there is no regret for death. The brothers' bodies and wounded have been removed. There is nothing to worry about. All we living can do is to avenge them. It's getting late. Let's go, we must find Brother Ghost as soon as possible."

"Yes, once the enemy pursuers bite the tail, it will be troublesome. Let the enemy know where we are going. Maybe the ghost's tactical intentions will be exposed. Let us go north first, get rid of the enemy, and then quickly detour southeastward, and rush to the night to meet with the ghost before dawn." The farmer also quickly went up and said.

"Take revenge, go." The scholar took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, agreed to look at his troops, a hint of guilt surged on his face, but more angry, shouting: "Brothers, let's go and avenge your brothers."

"Avenge." Everyone stood up, and their bodies burst into cold murderous intent, rushed forward, and soon disappeared deep in the dense forest and disappeared.

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Chapter completed!