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Text Chapter 503: The fishy wind on a rainy night (Part 2)

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    The more than 3,000 indigenous militias drawn from various towns and tribes, without the support of Yeshahan and Henua, in Zhou Guangdao's eyes, have become a factor of instability in the northward movement, but the pitiful ones in his hands are less than one.  The platoon's strength is really unable to complete the orders issued by Commander Luo.

    When he had a headache and was worried, fortunately Chief Luo finally showed up, but the Chief only needed ten soldiers to deal with the entangled Moros, but he couldn't feel at ease.

    Ten armed soldiers, plus Luo Er and Lao Cui, as well as a communications soldier who stayed close to each other, formed Zhou Guangdao's familiar inverted triangle formation in the bamboo forest under heavy rain, with groups of three each surrounded by five people on the left and right.  On both sides of Shibu, a group of four squad leaders and deputy squad leaders stood beside Luo Er, preparing to attack in the northeast direction.

    Under the helmet covered with camouflage net, Luo Er's sharp gaze swept across Zhou Guangdao's uneasy face, "You arrange these militiamen to divide into three waves of skirmishers and follow us five hundred meters behind. Remember, you are not allowed to step on them.  Enter the five hundred meter range,"

    After saying that, Luo Er turned around and left. Only the faint reflective cursor on the helmet swayed slightly under the light leaking from the tent.

    "Du, duh," behind Luo Er, Zhou Guangdao picked up the whistle and blew the emergency assembly whistle excitedly. He was also very depressed for a while. Finally, the commander came to support him. How could he give up the opportunity for revenge.

    It can be said that Zhou Guangdao, with a small amount of medicine, not only easily gained the friendship of Yeshahan and Henua, but also won the support of the leaders of these indigenous militias. In order to obtain the promised medicine, there were also trophies.  Distribution rights.  These local armed forces with more than 30% casualties had already dispersed and returned to their respective homes.

    Of course, without the guidance and cooperation of the local snakes, Zhou Guangdao would not dare to take the thirty or so officers and soldiers in his hands and plunge into the tropical rain forest. This is a mountainous rain forest that bites people without spitting out bones, not a flat plain.  , if he is not careful, poisonous insects and swamps alone can kill him and his men.

    Following Zhou Guangdao¡¯s whistle, each one of them was wearing a pistol.  Militia leaders wearing canvas military shoes.  They walked out of the tent carelessly, loudly urging their subordinates, and filled the large clearing of the bamboo forest with a loud bang. They crowded into a dozen people of different sizes according to their respective tribes.

    Looking at the mess, he spoke loudly in monkey language.  Militiamen who habitually go barefoot.  Zhou Guangdao sighed helplessly.  If these people weren't wearing khaki summer military uniforms and holding brand-new weapons, anyone would have thought they were at a market.

    fine.  The chief was not here, otherwise he would have cursed me.  Looking at the dozen silent soldiers around him, Zhou Guangdao decided not to be angry. The aborigines were the aborigines, and even if they were given the most advanced weapons, it would just be old wine in new bottles to scare people.

    Waving his hand, Zhou Guangdao summoned the dozen key militia leaders. After some gestures and asking the soldiers to translate, Zhou Guangdao quickly divided the militia into three thousand-man teams and set off in sections at a distance of 50 meters.  ; Of course, he had to lead the first wave of militiamen in person, otherwise these armed monkeys would swarm up and the commander would eat him.

    He was actually very lucky that Luo Er didn't show off his heavy weapons. If these militiamen, who could barely use rifles and grenades, saw all kinds of heavy guys, they didn't know what kind of chaos they would be in.

    This slender, dwarf bamboo forest is distributed on the east coast of the inner lake in southern Malawi. It is sixty miles long from east to west and twenty miles wide from north to south. Although it is a hilly terrain, the bamboo forest is intertwined with thick branches and leaves, and it is inevitable for people to walk through it quickly.  Skin may be cut by sharp leaf edges.

    Immediately to the north of the bamboo forest is Malawi, an important town held by the Moro people, but Zhou Guangdao's footsteps were blocked in the wild fields outside the town.

    From Marawi to the north is Iligan and to the east is Malaybalay. Once Marawi is lost, the indigenous militiamen will be condescending and their guns will be pointed at the large flat inland road; therefore, the Moro Front will also be in Malawi.  Ravi deployed nearly 5,000 elite troops to try to block Zhou Guangdao to the south of the bamboo forest in the hilly wasteland.

    Not only that, while the Moro Front tightly defended Marawi, it also sent a large number of harassing armed forces, varying in number. They relied on their familiarity with the terrain to attack the militia groups heading north day and night.

    In the water-logged bamboo forest, Luo Er walked slowly. The broken corpses scattered around him from time to time made the suppressed murderous intention in him gradually become more intense. Lao Cui, who was on full alert next to him, also kept tightening his grip.  No need to look closely at his brows, Lao Zhou once suffered a big loss here, and even the dead body had no time to restrain himself.

    "Whoosh, whoosh," several stray bullets passed through his ears. Luo Er raised his right hand and half-crouched on the rotting branches and leaves, ignoring the soaked raincoat; the clever communication soldier hurriedly lit up the red cloth-covered raincoat.  A flashlight was used to send signals to both sides to halt the advance.

    After being pushed up by the medicine, follow Luo2. Although the advancing soldiers can see fifty or sixty meters away at night with the weak light, casualties are inevitable when confronting mobile opponents who are desperate to attack.

    These are not what Luo Er wants to see tonight. The direct force is still too little.

    Feeling the forty figures swaying two hundred meters away, Luo Er flicked his fingers and released Xiao Jin, "Go, cool down on a rainy day, it's good for your health,"

    A dark golden flash passed by, and Xiaojin happily drew an arc in the dense rainstorm, quickly shooting towards the jagged bamboo forest on the side; in the dusty hometown of the fierce battle, it had never seen such a refreshing scene.  It was raining heavily, so it was a good enough attitude that I didn't sing at the top of my lungs.

    Opposite the bamboo forest, a Moro Front lieutenant officer, wearing an oilcloth poncho and his own gunner, was crawling in the slippery depression of the forest. Five strong men held up their rifles, casually spread out and stood there continuously.  Bullets were fired deep into the bamboo forest; on the highlands on both sides, four machine gun positions had been prepared. The machine gunners were hiding under their ponchos, holding Czech light machine guns, and were leisurely waiting for the enemy to take the bait.

    What's even more dangerous is that the two 80mm mortars also have their muzzles raised high. The ammunition hand is holding the cannonballs and squatting aside wetly; once ordered, the gunners can take off the muzzle blocking caps.  , fired the first shell in the blink of an eye.

    Reality and virtuality.  Fishing, mobile attacks, hit and run, the familiar terrain with a radius of more than ten kilometers made these Moro officers and soldiers who are good at entangled with the former Philippine army quite addicted in this short period of time.  The natives who came to the door were beaten to death, and they were Zhou Guangdao's soldiers.  Also in this endless bamboo forest.  Five elites were killed alive.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? After nearly half a month of fighting.  The results they achieved.  The indigenous militias have become timid.  Zhou Guangdao also had to ask Luo Er for help.

    ¡°Buzz,¡± the continuous crackling rain covered the slight movement above the head.  Xiaojin, who was not covered by any rainwater, was hovering above the ambusher, with no trace of fluctuation in his strange compound eyes.

    "Click, click," the second lieutenant officer, whose whole body was flooded, did not hear his companions around him in the heavy rain. The slight sound on his neck, and the rain-filled collar, was suddenly stung by a fine needle.

    "Damn, there are mosquitoes even on rainy days." As soon as a ripple appeared in his thoughts, the second lieutenant felt as if glue was pressed into his head, and he fell unconscious in the fighting position; in less than a minute, a semi-circular ambush position was formed  On the floor, bodies lying staggering here and there were lifeless.

    The five strong men also rolled their eyes and fell into the stagnant water in the blink of an eye. The Lipada rifle let go and fell into the muddy water; the gunshots suddenly disappeared.

    Just as Xiao Jin made a beautiful turn and returned to the depths of the bamboo forest, more than forty lifeless bodies on the ground began to squirm silently, turning into a pool of black mucus in the heavy rain, which was quickly diluted in the wild jungle.  middle.

    What was left on the ground were weapons loaded with bullets, mortar shells with unsecured mortars, and 80mm mortars with caps on them.

    "Wow, wow," wading through the rain accumulated under his feet, Luo Er's thin face appeared next to the bamboo forest where the ambushers were hiding. Looking at the rough ambush point with a formation in front of him, a flash of light flashed in his expressionless eyes.  surprise.

    ¡°Perhaps, the masters among the Moro people began to show their heads in times of crisis.

    Without wasting a moment, he discarded the dirty clothes, waved the weapons and ammunition on the ground, and put them into the medical box. Amidst Xiao Jin's happy buzzing above his head, Luo Er led the small team and broke out of the edge of the bamboo forest;  Behind them, groups of indigenous militiamen armed with guns gradually appeared.

    On the way out, the three waves of Moro harassing teams that Luo Er encountered were all killed by Xiao Jin in one fell swoop in the heavy rain. The firearms and ammunition also fell into his bag.  As for the Moro harassment teams in other directions, they were all beyond the 800-meter range he perceived, so he ignored them magnanimously.

    One mile east of the bamboo forest, a muddy dirt road running from north to south appeared in front of Luo Er. This is the only thoroughfare leading to the Mara gang. It has been cut off by the officers and soldiers of the Moro Front with two defensive fortifications.  .

    As Luo Er walked through the heavy rain, the distance he could sense was limited to about 800 meters. However, the trouble the heavy rain brought to him was far less troublesome than staying in the fortifications.

    Luo Er, who was hiding in the grass in the distance in the fortifications with water up to his knees, was shocked to find that the light and heavy machine guns covered with raincloths were not guarded by a few sentries. Most of the Moro soldiers who were supposed to be guarding the sentry posts  , due to the distance, no trace could be found for a while.

    Look aroundSoldier, look at yourself again. There is nothing but mud and water. Even the cigar in his inner pocket is wet and soft. Luo Er smiled softly and waved his hand, "Quick attack."

    The triangular attack formation with the middle trailing behind and the two sides darting forward rushed towards the Moro defensive position along the muddy road. A subtle golden flash also streaked sharply towards the sentry in the distance.

    When the seventeen tired Moro sentries fell to the ground and turned into a puddle of black liquid, Luo Er's military boots covered with clay also stepped on the trench fortifications. He conveniently loaded a water-cooled heavy machine gun with ammunition.  He entered the medicine box; no matter how small the mosquitoes were, they were still meat. He didn't need them, and they were also a source of income for the indigenous militiamen. Luo Er was not a landlord who didn't miss a small amount of money.

    Standing on a semi-submersible bunker, Luo Er discovered that behind the two-meter-wide and one-meter-and-a-half-meter-deep trench, on the high ground on the north side, there was a mountain artillery position. Thirty meters away from the front, there was a mountain artillery position.  Tents, old and new, were set up inside a circle of deep drainage ditches.

    Fifteen tents, based on ten people per tent, that is, the strength of a company of more than 100 people, plus an artillery company with fifteen artillery pieces. It seems that the Moro people still hid the main defense force in the second line.  On the defensive line, even in the city of Malawi.

    Luo Er took a closer look at the broad waves of the lake, swung his chin, and the soldier beside him stepped on the mud and jumped into the knee-deep trench with mud and water.

    With Xiao Jin clearing the way, when the soldiers piled boxes of ammunition and half-new weapons in front of the commander, Luo Er, who was sitting in the bunker with his legs crossed, had already commanded Xiao Jin, a cruel killer, to move the artillery company.  and the infantry company that took shelter from the rain. They cleaned up everything and all the living creatures were considered to be gone.

    Luo Er, who did not fire a single shot, and led a large group of indigenous militiamen who came almost as tourists, stopped after clearing half of the Moro infantry battalion's living creatures on the second line of defense of the Moros; three thousand and five  A militia group of hundreds of people quietly blocked the southbound passage from Malawi.

    If Luo Er is willing, given the good opportunity of the heavy rain tonight, he can attack Marawi in one go, and even quietly erode the Moro armed forces in the city with the help of Xiao Jin's sting.  clean.

    But he is no longer the simple cook. Luo Er, who has seen too many intrigues and intrigues, knows that he cannot hurt the Moro people too much. Once the Moro people are seriously injured, the consequence will be that the United States will always be in hot pot.

    The devils were extremely slippery when it came to demolishing mills, killing donkeys, crossing rivers and demolishing bridges. Although the promised aid and bounty seemed generous, if they really drove the Moros to the east of Butuan in one fell swoop, the Americans would be ruthless.  , and ended his own escape alive.

    Therefore, Luo Er is very happy to leave a backup plan for himself and a disaster for Lao Mei. Anyway, the revenge for Zhou Guangdao tonight has come to an end. The next step is to collect the money.  .

    Luo Er doesn¡¯t mind the American¡¯s promise and the Moro¡¯s road money. The more dollars in his bank account, the better.

    In the early morning, when the rain suddenly stopped, the Moro soldiers on duty at the edge of Marawi's urban area suddenly discovered that through their binoculars, in the second trench to defend against indigenous attacks, there were strange faces wearing khaki military uniforms.  Walking back and forth wantonly.

    ????????????????????? The fifteen 75mm artillery pieces that were originally guarding the family property can be clearly seen. The muzzles of the artillery pieces have turned around and are pointing directly at the city where they are.

    "Enemy attack," followed by a long scream, "dang, dang, dang." On the tallest three-story wooden building in the city, a copper bell was rang roughly.

    In the quiet early morning after the rain, the quiet urban area of ??Malawi began to boil like a pan of oil splashed with water droplets; the officers and soldiers resting in various buildings also heard the roars of the officers, and the muzzles of their guns stretched out from the windows and doorways.  .

    "But what many Moro officers and soldiers are confused about is that nearly a fully equipped infantry battalion outside the city has disappeared. Could it be that they don't even have time to fire a warning shot?"

    There are also those elite mobile attack teams, but because of the heavy rain, none of them can hide. The aggressive boasts earlier were probably just a bluff.

    In an ordinary courtyard in the city, several officers wearing the stars and crescents of the Moro Front were eagerly waiting for the response to the call from the radio in the room; in line with the principle of safety, not only the officers in the city of Malawi  The residents, even the big and small western elders who are in charge of the actual military power of the Moro Front, had moved to Cagayan de Oro a week ago.

    Remote control command is indeed the prerogative of the elders, but it is also a huge shortcoming. Now, the indigenous militia suddenly blocking the door put these Moro regiment-level officers in direct trouble.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? After a few days of comfort, people are already fighting at the doorstep of your home. In this vacated urban battlefield, war has come in the blink of an eye.  (To be continued)
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