Bhikshu Schenk said this, but the more he thought about it, the more unpleasant it became: "Fuck, I killed a company of soldiers from Lao Tzu, and in turn, I want Lao Tzu to comfort you a bullshit general." ”

"Don't say that, Captain Bhikshushank, the more you say that, the more uncomfortable I feel in my heart. Luo Qingwu hid his face and cried, just like the truth. Sobbing violently twice, Luo Qingwu wiped two handfuls of tears with his sleeve, and said to the military doctor: "Help me up..."

There are many Chinese in Cambodia, and it just so happens that one of the two military doctors is of Chinese descent and knows some Chinese.

He understood what Luo Qingwu meant, and hurriedly reached out to hold down Luo Qingwu, who was trying to turn up, and said, "General, it's better for you to lie down." ”

"Help me up..."Luo Qingwu was furious and shouted loudly.

The military doctor was a little embarrassed and said, "But, general, your body ...... I need to recuperate right now..."

Luo Qingwu exposed the green tendons on his forehead, and roared loudly: "Help me up, didn't you hear me speak..."

"Let him get up..."Bhikshu Schenk waved his hand at the military doctor and motioned to help Luo Qingwu up: "Be careful, move slowly." ”

"I've been on the battlefield all my life, and I've never suffered such a failure. This is not allowed in my military career, and I must not allow myself to make such a low-level mistake, it is the life of a company..."Luo Qingwu roared in grief, snatched the telescope from the adjutant's hand, and observed the battle situation with the support of the two military doctors.

What Luo Qingwu said was sincere, even he took it seriously, in fact, it was the first time in his life that he really went to the battlefield.

"Commander, the troops are ready, and the request is to open fire..."At this time, the guards ran over and asked Bhikshu Schenk for instructions.

A hint of coldness crossed Bhikshu Schenk's gaze: "Fire, I want to see what else this gang of dogs can do this time." ”

Luo Qingwu shouted fiercely: "Wait..."

Bhikshu Schenk raised his palms, motioned for the guards to wait a moment, and asked Luo Qingwu, "What's wrong with General Luo?"

"This is the terrorist who attacked the prison of Long Sam Yong ... It's these people, and there are prisoners in prison uniforms inside..."Luo Qingwu said categorically: "The other party's strength has been replaced..."

Bhikshu Schenk snatched the binoculars from Luo Qingwu's hand and looked inside, and sure enough, among those people, he saw many people wearing prison uniforms.

At first, Bhikshu Schenk did not understand how the terrorists suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared again.

Now I understand that this is not the original gang at all, who fell for Colonel Song Shuang's serial scheme, and were tired of working all day long.

"The one inside with the big hoop on his ear is the leader, and he cut off my ear. Luo Qingwu gritted his teeth and said, "Avenge me..."

Bhikshu Schenk couldn't help but ask in his heart where the people who attacked the government building had gone, and it was likely that they would continue to cause trouble elsewhere.

At this moment, the people in the neighborhood waved the Khmer Rouge flag and shouted: "Long live Anka..."

Bhikshu Schenk glanced at it and couldn't help but be shocked, to be able to instill a group of deranged prisoners in such a short period of time, instilling his own set of thoughts and enslaving, I'm afraid only Colonel Song Shuang has this ability.

Bhikshu Schenk immediately made a decision and gave the order to attack: "Open fire..."

I can't care so much now, let's get these people out first.

Artillery fire erupted, and soon the shopping street was in flames, and corpses were blown up all over the sky.

Under the cover of superior firepower, the prisoners of the Lung Sam Long Island Prison were quickly terminated, chanting slogans and being blown into pieces.

However, they did not all die, but lurked, and the previous terrorists were still nowhere to be found.

Ordering the troops to deal with the battlefield, Bhikchushank frowned and sat in the car and fell into deep thought.

After dealing with these terrorists, Wei Jones seemed very happy: "Haha, at the critical moment, you still have to rely on Lao Tzu's sophisticated equipment..."

As he spoke, Wei Jones came over and patted Bhikshu Schenck on the shoulder twice: "You kid remember, you ordered Lao Tzu once today, you owe Lao Tzu a favor, and you must invite Lao Tzu to drink later." ”

Bhikshu Schenk was thinking about something, and didn't notice what Will Jones was saying, but just replied randomly: "Hmm......"

"The matter is settled, why are you still frowning? Although the price is a bit heavy, I have to say that the soldiers of our Khmer nation are still very strong. Weyjens looked very excited, he didn't know that there were not only a group of terrorists.

"The matter is far from over, these prisoners of Longsanlong Island Prison ......" Bhikshu Schenk came out of his contemplation, sighed and said: "Colonel Song Shuang is deliberate, consuming our patience and time, and our tossing back and forth like this has a great impact on morale..."

Will Jones froze, raised his eyebrows, fiddled with his fingers in the void, and said in disbelief, "What did you say?

"You heard me right. Bhikshu Schenk glanced at Weyjens with a heavy expression: "The battle has just begun..."

"Hell," Wei Jones jumped out of the car and shouted, "Take a bite here and a bite over there, the Khmer Rouge brutes never dare to fight in the open..."

Bhikshu Schenk's eyes lit up, what Wei Jones said was right, the Khmer Rouge's tactics were to take a bite here and there, so what was their ultimate goal?

Bhikshu Schenk fell into deep thought again, the two gangs of terrorists were obviously related, and they were simply disrupting the line of sight and diverting the tiger from the mountain.

"These dogs. Bhikshu Schenk jumped up and shouted, "Gather your troops and rush to the northern mountains." ”

After Bhikshu Schenk got into the car, Wei Jones also followed: "Hey, what are you doing, why did you go to the northern mountains again?"

"We shouldn't have gone back to Sihanoukville at all. Bhikshushenk explained: "Colonel Song Shuang wants us to think that we have not given up the city, but the real strategic focus is elsewhere..."

Will Jones wondered, "Why do you say that, if not?"

"Whether it is or not, just go and see it, there are naval patrols in the coastal waters, they can't get out at all, and in the vast sea, they can't escape far without adequate preparation. Bhikshushenk exhaled and said, "The only place they can go is in the northern mountains, into the primeval jungle. The Khmer Rouge was good at jungle warfare, and that was their battlefield, and they would definitely hide there. ”

Will Jones angrily punched the back of the chair: "So we should stay in the mountains, we shouldn't come back at all, and we ended up being led around by the nose..."

The northern mountainous area, close to the primeval jungle, is inaccessible.

As soon as the troops entered the mountain, Bhikshu Schenk released the military dogs, and soon the military dogs ran forward, apparently having found their tracks.

"Sure enough, it's here..."Bhikshu Schenk looked at the vast jungle and said with a headache: "What the hell are these bastards going to do..."

Will Jones asked, "What's going on now?

"What else can I do... Into the mountain..."Bhikshu Schenck said angrily, and followed the troops into the mountain.

Will Jones sighed and followed with his troops.

The vast jungle was the hometown of the Khmer Rouge, and after the Khmer Rouge was defeated and retreated, Colonel Song Shuang led his troops to fight the government army in the jungle.

The jungle is their territory...

The sun gradually darkened, and the remnant sun on the horizon was scarlet, and even the surrounding clouds seemed to be stained red with blood.

The troops of Bhikshu Schenk and Wijones, through the mountains, went into the primeval jungle.

The trees that shaded the sky blocked the light, and it happened to be in the evening, and the jungle was gray.

The two units of Bhikshu Schenk and Wiljon combined, only one company of soldiers were equipped with night vision devices, which was too extravagant, and the rest of the officers and soldiers could only use flashlights for lighting.

After entering the mountain, Bhikshu Schenk also had a bit of a memory, and let a company equipped with night vision devices follow far behind, while the large army dispersed in front of the fan-shaped search.

In this way, it is possible to take care of both the beginning and the end, without missing certain places, and if it encounters the Khmer Rouge, the troops with night vision devices will also have an advantage and can quickly reinforce the front army.

Until midnight, the search of the troops was fruitless, and Bhikshushenk had no choice but to order the troops to set up camp.

As the night deepened, a few ghostly black shadows jumped easily in the bushes, quietly approaching the camps of the 1st and 2nd regiments.

In the open space outside the camp, a fire was burning, and three or five soldiers were dozing with their guns.

The man with a big iron ring on his ear held a scimitar in his mouth, sneaked in, and made a few gestures with both hands, and several black shadows rushed out and quietly threw themselves at the soldiers by the fire.

Before the soldiers could react, their necks were broken and their bodies dragged into the darkness.

After completing this series of actions, the black shadows did the same, breaking the necks of the other soldiers who were on guard beside the fire.

Suddenly, a shrill whistle sounded in the camp, and the soldiers were awakened from their sleep and rushed out of the tents in a panic with their guns in their hands.

Bhikshu Schenk put on a dress and walked out. "What's going on?"

The whistling soldier stood at the front of the barracks, his eyes full of horror and pointed diagonally upward.

Following the soldier's fingers, everyone was startled, only to see a column of corpses hanging from the trees in front of them, which were the corpses of their own people.

By the light of the flashlight, each corpse was written in large letters: "Long live Anka..."

Bhikshu Schenk's gaze instantly became gloomy, it was really too deceitful, and he hated and shouted out four words from his mouth gloomily: "Blood...... Debt...... Blood...... compensation..."

The soldiers' originally infinitely frightened hearts were instantly ignited by the sonorous words of Bhikshu Schenck's sonorous words. The crowd shouted in unison: "Blood debt and blood payment..."

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