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Three hundred and thirtieth chapters fight to the death

"Boss, what's the situation now?" Soon, Hou Dasheng, who had left the pursuit, called the giant wolf. The giant wolf on the other end of the phone was exhausted: "It's stuck. We have now initially occupied the mudflat position, but this is far from enough. The opponent's reinforcements are about ten kilometers away from us, and there are roads that can be passed along the river section..."

When Hou Dasheng heard this, he couldn't help but feel deep in his heart. This was not good news. Then, the giant wolf continued: "I have sent a battalion to establish a defensive position. As long as they support us to take down the mudflat position and gain a foothold. Then we will have the troops to support them in repelling the opponent's reinforcements. The opponent has a regiment... I hope they can hold on."

Holding the phone, Hou Dasheng fell into silence. After a while, he said in a deep voice: "Boss, I still have more than 50 people. There is still a base for 107, but it will probably take some time for us to bypass the battlefield and the second-tier positions. I will take people to withstand it first. I am afraid that they will not be able to withstand it if it is just a battalion."

"I will give you all the 107s to assign. Please remember the leopard's number." The giant wolf on the other end of the phone gritted his teeth and said a number ruthlessly. Then he said in a deep voice: "If it doesn't work, just take it down. It doesn't matter if they die. You, the fat dog and the crane, must not be in trouble. Do you know?!"

Hou Dasheng nodded, and then said, "Ammunition, first aid kit. We still need someone to send our wounded back. This time we lost twenty-six. eleven minor and serious injuries. Now we can still deal with me, fat dogs and cranes, and fifty-three more..."

"Fake... I went there and almost ninety people, so I knocked out almost forty people?!" The giant wolf cursed in a low voice, then sighed: "Your wounded can be sent to our frontier positions first. After all, we have occupied the first-line positions over there. What we have to face now are their cross bunkers and second-line positions..."

As he said that, the giant wolf spat fiercely: "I don't know who these miscellaneous things learned from. One or two of them is extremely troublesome. If there were missiles, I would have bombed them now! Even if there were no missiles, I could deal with them with a heavy artillery unit. Damn Rwanda, nothing..."

Hou Dasheng nodded helplessly and agreed with the giant wolf's words. Even if there are more heavy weapons in his hand, the battle will not be like this. Unfortunately, this is the case in African troops. There are not many people who can have a certain degree of culture among them. Don't expect them to be able to operate those sophisticated weapons.

It is precisely because of this reason that low-end weapons are popular in Africa. On the contrary, precision weapons are completely unpalatable here. They are solid, durable, cheap and easy to use. This is their requirement. If you can't use them after they are beaten, they will throw them away directly. If you ask them to buy expensive ones, they can't afford them...

Without nonsense, Hou Dasheng directly told Fei Gou and the crane. Then he summoned Mond and asked him to gather his men to bypass the other side's second-line position and directly plug into the right wing of the mudflat position. There, a battalion in Rwanda was already digging fortifications and building temporary combat positions.

Mond took his men down to carry out the order without any doubt. In this battle, two captains were killed. They were temporarily organized into other teams with shortages, and then the entire team set off again after a short rest. Hou Dasheng identified the direction and selected a route and started the march directly.

"You can't give up the tidal flat position! No matter how much the price you pay!" On the second-tier position in Chad, Lieutenant General Harlow said with a blue face: "You can't ask those damn Rwandan dogs to come over, damn it! Do you know how many resources can be mined in the several mines behind us?!"

Lieutenant General Harlow said ruthlessly to the black man wearing a bandage and wrinkled military uniform in front of him, "No matter how much you lose, I don't care how many people you die. But the position must not be lost! Albin, now is the most critical moment for our battle!"

"Several major mineral producers have already started to complain because of the reduction in mining. They will ask us to end the war as soon as possible and resume mining. By the latest week, we have to stop the attacks on the entire line. No matter where we are, we must stop. So, every inch of land now means our future benefits. Do you understand?!"

The colonel named Albin lowered his head and whispered: "I have tried my best, and almost all of my troops have been killed on the position. Maybe I should have been killed on the position, too."

"I will add it to you, don't worry!" But Harlow patted Albin on the shoulder and said, "Chad needs these resources, we need this income. Kill them and we can get these income! This is for the country, do you understand?!"

After pausing, Harlow continued to look at Arbin: "I will give you two battalions, and the position must not be lost. Our reinforcements are about to arrive. Although our artillery troops are gone, our infantry still have them! Your Excellency the President has signed the latest decree and we will receive support from a division! Now, what we have to do is to keep here and not let Rwanda succeed!"

"I can only say, I will do my best..." Arbin smiled bitterly and saluted Harlow, then walked out of the bunker. Looking at Arbin's figure, Harlow's face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water. He growled to the adjutant beside him: "Tell Colonel Lorenzo that if his troops have not arrived within an hour, he will bear all the responsibility!"

"Yes! General!" The adjutant was shocked and quickly stood at the right place and responded loudly. Then he quickly contacted Lorenzo who was marching by phone. Of course, the adjutant made some modifications in terms of wording. After all, Lorenzo was not from Chad. He was from Namibian troops.

After the adjutant conveyed his meaning, the other party naturally knew that the situation on the front line was not good. Now the two sides are still in the cooperation stage, and it can be said that they are prospering and losing. Now they have lost a piece of territory, and after the war, they have less cake allocated by everyone. This is something Lorenzo doesn't want to see.

"Hurry, hurry up... we don't have much time left! Everyone enters the position and enters the position immediately!" Marvel is a battalion commander under Kagame. As an old man in the Rwandan army, he knows what the current war means for Rwanda.

Marvel has always been the elite of the Rwandan army. Kagame always sent him and his battalion to the battlefield when he needed it most. Now that he has come here, this means that this is the most dangerous area of ​​the entire battlefield. He needs to use a battalion to block reinforcements from an opponent's regiment until the tidal flat position is completely stable.

"Crazy~Crazy~" Teams of soldiers entered the position, and as elites, they naturally received elite treatment. Marvel's troops were not only equipped with light and heavy machine guns, but also thirty RPGs and ten grenade launchers. These are Marvel's biggest reliances.

It can be said that Marvel was confident that he could withstand the opponent's regiment and the other was out of confidence in the combat effectiveness of his own battalion. Secondly, he was confident in weapons. Marvel also participated in many battles between small countries like this. This time he was extremely surprised to meet the artillery in Chad.

On weekdays, you can hardly see the existence of artillery. There are very few weapons like tanks. The war between the two sides is often a chaotic battle. In the end, whoever is afraid will lose. This can be regarded as the most difficult battle facing Marvel.

"Report! Our reconnaissance returns, the enemy is less than one kilometer away from our position!" Soon, an adjutant walked directly to Marvel and said in a deep voice: "The command center said that the vanguard team is already on the way to support. As long as we block the enemy's early attack, they will arrive soon."

After a pause, the adjutant continued: "The command said that the Pioneer Squad has ten 107 rocket launchers and a base rocket that can serve as our fire support. If necessary, the command can be called to provide rocket support."

"I know, order the troops to prepare to take the enemy immediately!" Marvel waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "The platoon leader of each company has been keeping a watchful eye on me. You must not let any problems in the position!"

"yes!!"

On the position, teams of black soldiers were lying in the trenches in dirty-looking military uniforms, waiting quietly. In the temporary shelter, the machine gunner and the deputy shooter were waiting for the order to shoot. On the front line, people in the distance were vaguely seen.

After a while, one attacking team was rushing towards the position in an arrow shape!

"Dadada...Dada...Dadada..." Suddenly, the sound of machine guns broke through the tranquility of the position. At this time, the sky was already bright, but the flames sprayed out from the machine gun mouth in the distance were still so dazzling. As the sound of machine guns sounded, the dust on the position was beaten and "daiba..." flew everywhere.

Then there were screams, after all, these bunkers were newly built. Some places were very unreliable and were penetrated by machine gun bullets. The stray bullet hit the soldiers behind the bunker and swept them directly to the ground.

Several soldiers who were hit by stray bullets immediately screamed and fell down, but immediately some medical soldiers rushed over and said that the wounded soldiers were lifted from the shelter. There were too many qualified doctors here, and there were not many qualified doctors in Rwanda. These medical soldiers just randomly bandaged you, sprinkled some hemostatic powder and tied them with a bandage.

As for whether to die or not, it depends on your luck. Although some people were hit by stray bullets, the Rwandan soldiers on the position remained calm enough. They did not leave the battle, or they rushed to fight back.
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