An hour later, Liu Weiping, Han Feng and others, who had a lot of sand in their noses, followed Lieutenant Colonel Laming to a small town. Since the war is now in progress, all the people in the town have run away, and only some soldiers are still there. The smoke of guns is everywhere in the town, and more than two companies of the soldiers pulled several cordons. The town has three steps, one post, five steps, and there are machine gun fire points everywhere, but the soldiers are still frightened. Obviously, these fortifications cannot give them any sense of security. Lieutenant Colonel Laming explained that this is the headquarters of the Second Regiment headquarters, which is not only attacked, but also makes people furious.

The command center of the Second Regiment was located in an elementary school. Before he could get close to the morning, he smelled a disgusting smell of blood. From a distance, he saw broken limbs raised by the blast and the minced meat and internal organs stuck to the broken walls. As long as he was a normal person, he would vomit a lot when he saw such a living slaughterhouse. Many officers and some guys in suits and ties were pointing fingers and arguing loudly. One of the bald men was the loudest. Liu Weiping was not interested in listening to their quarrels and carefully surveyed the scene. The sentry came over to say something, but was stopped by Lieutenant Colonel Laming. Han Feng followed behind Liu Weiping, watching him concentrate on studying the terrible corpses, and his stomach twitched.

Liu Weiping flipped out a complete corpse in the direction of the back door, looked at the knife wound on the deceased's neck, and praised: "What a professional and cruel method. The one who attacked the whistle must be a master who plays the knife! Han Feng, look, this knife cut from the left side of the neck to the right. The wound was eleven centimeters long, and it was a straight one. When the other party started, the hot blood splattered on his body, his hands never trembled. It was not the kind of veteran who regarded war as the greatest pleasure, absolutely no such psychological quality, nor such technology!"

Han Feng picked up an M-14 rifle and checked it, saying, "I'm just surprised that such an advanced gun would just throw it away. It was a malfunction. It was so shitty. The guy in his hand suddenly went on strike when he was so fatal that he was flying. He didn't know how he died."

Liu Weiping said: "Uncle Sam's equipment is advanced, but it is too delicate and not as simple and reliable as the polar bear. Look, there is another one over there."

This person was shot to death by the flowerpot, his intestines flowed out, his left arm was knocked away, and his eyes widened. What he wanted to say before he died was definitely not "comrades, rush", but... "Fuck! What a bad gun!" Now, the m-16 in his hand was dismantled. Needless to say, his gun went on strike, and he was trying to troubleshoot the fault, but a group of new recruits shot into a hornet's nest. Looking at the heroic figures of these two seniors, Han Feng was considering whether he should replace the m-16a in his hand, even the dirt-dirty AK-47. No matter how advanced the weapon is, what's the use of unreliable?

Liu Weiping took out a handful of black and shiny from the mercenary like a Taobao player. He knew it was not something that was beneficial to human health. He smelled it with his nose.

He said, "Hei Sorkin, these grandchildren are rich!" He threw them to Han Feng casually, "Take them and take them back to China for research."

Han Feng put away the pack of explosives and asked, "After watching it for so long, are there any conclusions?"

Liu Weiping said: "Yes, my conclusion is that at least three people in this mercenary have served in the elite special forces of a certain country. Their number is about fifteen, two or three were shot dead, and there are still twelve to thirteen people left, of which one or two wounded, and no more than ten people can fight."

Han Feng stuttered: "A dozen people dared to raid a regiment headquarters. They are really not ordinary outlaws!"

Liu Weiping said: "The competition among mercenaries is extremely fierce, and the war between mercenaries is quite cruel. The weak cannot survive in this field. Do good things and help others. I really want to fight with this mercenary!"

Han Feng didn't believe it: "You mean, you want to help the Burmese army rescue people?"

Liu Weiping shrugged: "It's good to play the Thunder Rescue once in a while. At least it's easy to win by using this title to pick up girls."

Han Feng was amused and crying: "Can you not be more serious?"

On the other end, the bald man made an exaggerated gesture and said in an uncontroversial tone: "I don't care what method you use, I must rescue the person within 24 hours... Don't emphasize to me any objective reasons, political influence, or political influence. Do you understand? If the drug trafficking group is allowed to spread this matter, our country's face will be lost!" It seems that this bald man is not an ordinary character. A dozen lieutenant colonels made him spit on his face and dared not wipe it.

A Burmese colonel exclaimed bitterly with a beer belly: "But Minister, it has been more than three hours since the enemy has escaped. No matter how much we chase, we can't catch up. Why not find another way..."

The bald man didn't make a fuss, and his saliva was spurting three meters away: "If the infantry can't catch up, please adjust the helicopter and reconnaissance plane! Anyway, I have to grab the person back! I'll find another way? Is there any other way? Is there any way to ask the government to take the ransom to redeem the person?? This is like slapping the government in the face!"

Beer belly lowered his head and kept silent, but it did not mean that he would do whatever he would do. He had experienced the fierce character of the drug trafficking armed forces in the Golden Triangle. He was definitely a devil who killed people without blinking. Especially these mercenaries, they were even more using killing as stomping ants, which really made them anxious and could do anything. Are these tofu soldiers enough to play with them?

There was silence on the scene.

Liu Weiping touched Lieutenant Colonel Laming: "Tell the big man that I can do my best in this matter, but I have to meet the leader to learn about some situation first."

Lieutenant Colonel Laming made the translation.

The bald man looked surprised

Looking at the two surprisingly young lieutenant colonels, he asked: "These two are..."

Lieutenant Colonel Laming quickly explained: "These two are senior officers sent by the Chinese government and are here to assist us in suppressing bandits."

The bald man held Liu Weiping's hand enthusiastically and made a big splash. He must be praising the great friendship between the two countries. Liu Weiping carefully avoided his fierce and extremely fierce firepower. He didn't want to wash his face and go to bed so early. After the politeness, the bald man took Liu Weiping and Han Feng to the hospital to see the main team leader. This matter was related to his political future, so he of course had to be enthusiastic about doing it.

Half an hour later, Liu Weiping came out of the hospital and gathered the soldiers, shouting in a majestic manner: "Thunder Rescue, set off!" The soldiers didn't say much and sorted out their equipment and got on the car. Seeing that the two technicians were about to get on, Han Feng frowned and said, "Don't follow me, it's too dangerous!"

The two were very stubborn: "Which day is we not dealing with dangers when we are engaged in military industry? Lieutenant Colonel, this experiment is extremely important to the army. If there is a mistake in a certain link, we will have to pay the lives of thousands of soldiers in the future!"

"I know you think we are cumbersome, don't worry, just give us a pistol, and you will never drag you down!"

Han Feng was still talking, and Liu Weiping had already thrown the two into the car: "This is their job, and they have to go even if they don't want to go. Tiger 1, Tiger 2, and Wolverines, your team is responsible for protecting them. Even if you all die, they have to ensure their safety!"

The two tigers and one wolfberry responded loudly, but stared at the two burdens with angry eyes because they deprived themselves of the right to join the war!

The car, which was panting like an old buffalo, left the town with a loud oil fart, and tracked it according to some clues. This would be their first battle.

The bald man watched the convoy leave and asked Lieutenant Colonel Laming worriedly: "Do you think they can succeed? Just a little bit of people, the average age is less than twenty years old, they are completely a group of recruits!"

Lieutenant Colonel Laming said: "I think they can succeed because they have a spirit of not being afraid of heaven and earth. Even a dinosaur dares to rush up and peel it alive!"

The bald man was still worried: "Why send a helicopter to provide support to them? I remember we still have three helicopters."

The Beer Belly Colonel said with a bitter face: "No, there is only one left. Yesterday, the enemy fired a missile with a single soldier's shoulder and destroyed one..."

The bald man's face suddenly turned ashen and he roared and furious: "Col. Langen, how did you command it? He actually lost all the technical equipment of the troops! God, how many resources can our country have for you to squander like this! You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise I'll hand over the command to a

A more suitable person! What a sucking bullshit, idiot!”

When the bald man scolded the beer belly, Liu Weiping and the others had already arrived at the end of the mountain road. The Burmese scouts told him that the enemy had entered the jungle from here. Liu Weiping asked everyone to get off the car. The good days were over. The next road would have to be on No. 11 and had to be on the fourth gear. The scouts of the 30th lined up in a formation of double arrows, three in groups to cover them, and marched silently in the jungle. This was already common for them, but the two technicians couldn't bear it and were breathless after walking a few kilometers.

Waiting. Liu Weiping had to give them some lessons while walking: "You should be calm, take a deep breath, relax your muscles, follow the footprints of the people in front of you, don't rush to take shortcuts... The terrain in the jungle is complicated, and there are too many places where you can set traps. Even veterans like me are walking on thin ice. If you just want to keep up with everyone, take shortcuts rashly, you will die if you step on a series of thunders!" The two technicians did as the key points he taught, and it was indeed not that uncomfortable to walk.

The flying leopard, who was walking in the front, suddenly trembled violently and stopped without warning. The one behind stopped acting immediately and quickly looked for cover. If the enemy wanted to take the opportunity to attack, they would immediately find that they had found the wrong partner. Han Feng asked: "What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!