According to the memory of the Vietnamese soldiers, Ye Fan crossed the Nu River, crossed the border, and entered the territory of Vietnam without much difficulty. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Li Jiajun's stronghold was built in the middle of a plantain woodland, with machine guns set up on a dozen corner towers on all sides, the light of searchlights swept over the jungle outside the barbed wire fence from time to time, and the barking of wolf dogs rose and fell in the dark night, occasionally mixed with the heart-rending cries of women and the unbridled laughter of men.

Three helicopter gunships were parked in the camp, and the soldiers patrolled in twos and threes were very scattered, smoking cigarettes and bragging loudly in various dialects. Several shirtless mercenaries were gambling around a table, and their shouts of scolding could be heard from afar.

Boom, boom, boom!

Without any warning, three earth-shattering loud noises exploded in the ears in succession, the helicopters in the center of the camp exploded one after another for no reason, the flames and black smoke rose, the soldiers who were playing cards fell to the ground in a panic, the miscellaneous soldiers on patrol all lay down nervously, and the alarm sounded at the same time in the barracks, and it became a mess.

The machine guns on the corner tower spewed wildly towards the end of the forest, and the firelight illuminated the hideous and brutal faces.

Searchlights swept around the camp, but not a single enemy was found.

"The enemy is outside, hit me hard!" a captain drew his pistol and opened fire into the air, and more and more soldiers rushed to the trenches, rifles and submachine guns set up on the fortifications one after another, shooting blindly at non-existent targets!

After a frenzied strafing fire, someone suddenly noticed that the machine gun on the corner tower was dumb and the searchlight was no longer moving.

"What's going on? Keep searching for the enemy! Fight, don't stop!"

A small group of men in the eastern trenches were still shouting, and a few machine guns in the western pillboxes had actually stopped.

Things got a little unusual, but no one thought about what was going on, and the living were shooting into the night as hard as they could, and they had no idea where the Grim Reaper was hiding.

In a three-story concrete building at the back of the camp, a middle-aged man hurriedly put on his pants and military uniform, jumped out of bed from the woman's side, and ran quickly to the camp.

"Commander!" the sentry standing guard panicked, and when he saw him come out, he hurriedly saluted.

"Who attacked? How many men and horses did the other side have? What weapons and equipment?" Li Shaocheng's face turned pale, looking at the camp that was on fire everywhere, and seeing that the three helicopters that cost tens of millions of dollars were burned to the point that only piles of scrap metal remained, his heart ached, and at the same time, he was very shocked!

Li Jiajun has been the king and hegemonic on the northern border of Vietnam for decades, and no one has ever dared to attack his military camp with great fanfare, and even the regular Vietnamese army has acquiesced in his existence.

An adjutant strode over and reported in a loud voice: "Report to the commander, the enemy probably has a battalion, no, the strength of a division, equipped with long-range artillery......"

Phew――

A flash of light dragged a sharp roar, penetrating the adjutant's body, interrupting his report, splashing a fountain of blood! Li Shaocheng didn't care about anything else, covered his head, and fled to his lair in embarrassment.

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