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Text Chapter 502: The fishy wind on a rainy night (Part 1)

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    Mindanao Island, on the map of the National Geographic and Statistics Agency of the United States, has now been renamed back to its old name in the 17th century: Mindanao. As for what the devil's plans are, Luo Er is well aware of it, but he is not turning his back at the moment.  When called, I could only pinch my nose to admit it; fortunately, this title did not change the actual control, otherwise things would have gone wrong long ago.

    As the controller of western Mindanao, Luo Er sat quietly in the roaring helicopter, looking through the string window at the dark hilly rainforest below him. Although he was not willing to accept the current local management of the Freeport, he also knew that the United States and the United States now had a negative attitude toward the Freeport.  Penetrated into every corner.

    Only the military field allocation system, the tax exemption system, and the exclusive Chinese teaching in schools can barely see the traces left behind. But in other aspects, even the banking system cannot escape the support of Citibank.

    "Perhaps it's time to establish an American intelligence station," Luo Er thought silently in his mind, rubbing the scarlet cross on his wrist with his right thumb and slowly squinting his eyes.

    From the secret messages sent by Zhang Zhuowen and Ivan, he was surprised to find that the knife-burning potion was not a panacea. The low-level Moro officers captured by Zhang Zhuowen, as well as the Soviet company-level political commissar whom Ivan tried to seduce, resisted.  The medicine affects more than one or two people.

    Also, for strong-willed people, in addition to enjoying the amazing effects of medicine, Luo Er's mere photo will only be looked down upon. After he was surprised, he secretly relaxed his vigilance; he didn't know the details of this kind of medicine.  If the sequelae of burning a knife allows him to sweep away everything with just one photo, it also indicates a huge hidden danger.  It¡¯s up to you whether you dare to use it in the future.

    "Dang, dang", when thick raindrops hit the helicopter fuselage, the aircraft had already crossed the Malabang coastal plain area, passed over large coconut palm hills, and appeared on the east coast of the inner lake in southern Malawi.

    A relatively flat dwarf bamboo forest one mile away from the lake has been opened up with a machete to an area of ??300 square meters. Three blazing fires are surrounding the open area in a triangle shape. Although the rain became more and more severe at night, the fire was pouring.  The fire was lit with gasoline, and the hot flames forced the response staff to stand seven or eight meters away.

    "Reporting to the commander, we found our own indicator mark on the ground. But now the heavy rain is coming soon, please give the order to return," Zhang Zhuowen's slightly anxious voice came from the earphone in his hand.  If it weren't for this guy, he would also be a daring soldier.  Long before the heavy rain came.  I asked for instructions to return.

    Gently pressing the button on the earphones, Luo Er chuckled and said, "Xiao Zhang. You can't go back. You're trying to survive this heavy rain and I won't accompany you. Land," and then left.  Headphones, Luo Er tightened the seat belt around his waist, "Brothers, sit still, Zhang Zhuowen is about to land,"

    Like him, Lao Cui, who was sitting quietly in the back seat, and the communications soldier guarding the radio station also fastened their seat belts and imitated Luo Er, carrying a seven-inch long and wide-backed triangle fish knife.  Hold it upside down in your left hand, so you can cut off the seat belt and escape as soon as possible in the event of an accident.

    The fish knife used by the ancestors of the Yakan fishermen was accidentally discovered by Luo Er. Its benefits were discovered by Luo Er. Although this sharp knife mixed with non-ferrous metals did not have a terrifying blood tank, the triangular arc blade was also very deterrent against sharks.  , killing people without even a drop of blood.

    Luo Er had been wearing a fish knife on his waist for two days, and he followed suit. Soon, almost all the officers and soldiers in the three major armed groups carried one, and the khaki hemp thread on the handle was not out of shape at all.

    Naturally, the Yakan village leader, who was stuffed with a lot of money, also had a smile on his face, and the Yakan fish knife suddenly became famous.

    Braving the pouring rain, the helicopter tried its best to stabilize its fuselage, turned on its flashing navigation lights, and landed in the boundless bamboo forest under the guidance of the fire. In the cockpit, Zhang Zhuowen and his pale-faced American companion released their grip.  Liuyou's first action was to make a sign of the cross on his chest.

    "Captain, you are so awesome," Joseph looked at the heavy rain outside the window, touching the cross on his neck with cold sweat, and muttered insincerely, "I thought we were going to be unlucky,"

    To be honest, he, Joseph, also boarded the passenger ship to Basilan Island for the sake of three times the allowance of the army; despite the effort and reward, although he had carried out no less than a dozen such thrilling missions,  times, but every time he landed, he had the urge to escape back to his hometown.

    "Haha, Joseph, a man should have a passionate life, huddled in his nest like a bird, eating and waiting to die. That is the history of cowards. I hope you are not a coward." Zhang Zhuowen said a few words of laughter as usual, and glanced around.  Several dark figures came up, opened the door, and jumped out of the plane in the pouring rain.

    "Oh, you are always like this, do you look like a coward to me? Really?" Joseph grabbed his military cap, took a deep breath against the heavy rain outside, pushed the door open and got out.

      After getting off the plane, the hard soles of Luo Er's military boots stepped on the thick and creaking bamboo poles of his thumbs. Although the big raindrops hurt his face, there was a faint look in his eyes.  Smiling, nothing else. The person rushing over from a distance was none other than Zhou Guangdao, who had been fighting on the front lines of Malawi for more than a month.

    In the light and fresh fragrance of bamboo in the heavy rain, the familiar smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose. Luo Er took off the steel helmet on his head, opened his arms with a smile, grabbed Zhou Guangdao, and hugged him tightly; obviously  Yes, Zhou Guangdao lost a lot of weight under the ravages of the hot and humid rainforest, but his momentum became more stable and cruel.

    "Daozi, thank you for your hard work," Luo Er said guiltily looking at the thin guard platoon leader with prominent cheekbones in front of him, "I didn't expect that your pace was too fast, and the logistics made it impossible for you to keep up."

    The logistics he was referring to were the logistics teams formed by the indigenous peoples of Yeshahan and Honua. As part of the goodwill plan, the indigenous militiamen who followed Zhou Guangdao, except for weapons and ammunition, all other supplies were provided by General Santos City.  , the Security Department only deducts a part of the "protection fee" based on the value.

    But the logistical problems are far from as simple as Luo Er said.

    This time he went north to expel the Moro people, which meant that this time he attacked the Moro armed forces. Luo Er basically had nothing to lose, but Zhou Guangdao obviously encountered a problem.  As a result, a large number of indigenous militiamen were blocked on the east bank of the lake in southern Malawi and were unable to move forward for a while.

    "Sir, I disappoint you. I really can't hold on any longer." It was raining heavily. Zhou Guangdao stood in front of Luo Er and said with red eyes and choked with sobs. "These Moros are so damn cunning.  Two logistics teams in a row, let them work so hard that they can't even find the scum."

    "Two militia brigades. They originally went north in parallel, but now they have joined together. After the Moros suffered a big loss, they refused to fight head-on and went around shooting coldly day and night. Five brothers from the guard platoon were killed in the battle.  After that, Kidapawan was captured. The militiamen suffered nearly 1,500 casualties."

    "After defeating the Mara gang, the Moros seemed to have figured out our intention. They kept sending out large numbers of soldiers with explosives strapped to their bodies and rushed towards us. Each one of them fought desperately. I have never seen such a desperate opponent before.  ah,"

    Listening to Zhou Guangdao's rambling story, Luo Er walked slowly into the bamboo forest. What he saw in front of him were piles of indigenous militiamen, huddled together with rifles in hand, hiding from the pouring rain under a few thin raincoats.

    "Hmph, you bastard," Luo Er pointed at the militiamen with a livid face, pulled Zhou Guangdao's collar, lowered his voice and shouted angrily, "Even if they are cannon fodder, where is your tent?  Two heavy rains will kill you even if your casualties are not reduced by combat."

    Needless to say, the large number of tents assigned to Zhou Guangdao earlier had been lost and destroyed after the protracted attacks by the Moros. It was lucky to be able to survive the constant attacks.

    Looking at the piles of miserable militiamen, not only Luo Er, but also Lao Cui and Zhang Zhuowen, who were following behind, looked unkind when they saw the scene in front of them; as for the Japanese soldier Joseph, let alone his curious face.

    Holding Zhou Guangdao's collar, Luo Er almost lifted him up without exerting any effort. Zhou Guangdao's face was so gray that he couldn't tell, but Luo Er's eyes were red; you know, a month ago, Zhou Guangdao  With Dao's strong body and bones, Luo Er would have to use all his strength if he wanted to defeat him.

    Guerrilla warfare, guerrilla warfare in the mountains and rainforests. How could he, a guard platoon leader, be good at this? He was able to command a group of indigenous armed forces under him to survive until now, but he had to rack his brains. Loosening Zhou Guangdao's collar, Luo Er patted him silently.  His shoulder, "It's okay, just try your best,"

    Looking around, Luo Er could only sigh secretly when he saw the standard rain gear equipped on these soldiers, which were also soaked in military uniforms.

    "Where is Yeshahan?" Fortunately, now that we are on the front line, Luo Er is not in a hurry to understand the defense situation of the Moros on the opposite side. Anyway, with such heavy rain, there is no possibility for both sides to use large-scale troops. They can only wait for the typhoon.  It's past.

    "I was seriously injured by a stray bullet. I asked Honua to take him back to General Santos City. There are still 3,400 indigenous militiamen here and 25 of my own people." Zhou Guangdao shrugged helplessly. He now burns a total of knives and potions.  There are only five of them. Before getting replenished, it is absolutely impossible to give them to outsiders, even to the leaders of foreign tribes.

    "Well, send someone to find an open space immediately. I've brought the supplies," Luo Er gently glanced at the surrounding militiamen and whispered.

    In the increasingly fierce heavy rain, in a depression that was tightly sealed by the guards, Luo Er waved his hand and handed over enough supplies for a reinforced regiment. A large number of light weapons and ammunition filled the depression like a hill.

    Team after team were surprisedAfter replenishing personal ammunition and supplies, the indigenous militiamen of the 1st company received brand new tents in groups of five and quickly set up rain shelter tents in the continuous bamboo forest.

    With sufficient supplies and a place to rest during heavy rains, Luo Er believed that as long as these militiamen who were familiar with the local climate and terrain could ensure logistical supplies, it would not be a problem to attack Moro towns and villages.

    You must know that all the seized materials promised by Zhou Guangdao belong to the militia individuals, otherwise these locals would have fled long ago.

    "Boom, boom", in the heavy rain, in the depths of the bamboo forest, there were still chaotic gunshots. However, everyone is used to this kind of harassment. As long as the perimeter security maintains firepower deterrence, usually nothing will happen; of course, if it happens  Whoever encounters a daredevil who is strapped with explosives will be unlucky.

    Sitting in the large tent, Luo was expertly loading the bullet with the magazine in his hand. He raised his eyebrows slightly, flipping the magazine between his fingers, and inserted it into the slot of the assault rifle. With a clatter, the gun moved smoothly.  AK assault rifles, only the guard platoon has one at the moment, and the indigenous militiamen still have American-style firearms.

    "Daazi, the medicine has little effect on those people?" Under the weak light, Luo Er raised his chin and narrowed his eyes.

    "I also captured six prisoners before and after. Three of them had no effect and were dealt with directly. I couldn't help but get angry with the remaining three and asked them to tie explosives and go back. As for how many Moros they could explode, it's not  "Clear," after taking half the effect of the medicine, Luo Er was still a little relieved. As long as it works, he was afraid that he would not eat meat and vegetables and would fight to the end. After all, if the cannon fodder is consumed, he would also suffer losses.

    "That's okay. After an hour's rest, give me ten people. I won't believe it. The guerrilla warfare we are good at is just a piece of cake after a monkey learns it." Luo Er disassembled the rifle with a bang, picked up the cotton cloth and carefully wiped each component.

    "The essence of guerrilla warfare is the bite of rotten bones. It's time for them to experience the dog-skin plaster," a faint ferocity appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was vaguely visible under the light.

    The continuous heavy rain crackled outside the tent, and it became more violent.  (To be continued)
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