When Carnell, an American businessman and consul, received a telegram from his entourage and saw the amount of US dollars transferred there, his manic brows had stretched into a compassionate appearance, and in a blink of an eye he also turned into a gentle gentleman.

"Elder Mustafa, I received the news that the attack on my US commercial warehouse was a group of guys wearing black turbans. I wonder if you should give me an explanation," Although he lost real estate and a large amount of old goods, someone paid double compensation at the first time, so he was not worried much.

As for those mercenaries who lost their lives, they deserved to be careless and smeared their necks and blew up their nests, and just provide pensions according to the agreed contract.

"Oh, Anla, it's definitely not what my subordinates did," Mustafa, who was about to watch the show, suddenly found that he had been wronged again. He couldn't help but look sad and screamed loudly, "It must be those pirates. They have done it once. This time they pretended to be our soldiers. It must be them."

In the simple and clean office, except for him, the emotional leader, the two Americans were not surprised by his actions. During this period, Mustafa had lost control many times, and Carnell seemed to have gotten used to it.

"Evidence, I need evidence," with a slight resentment on his face, Carnell picked up his hat, nodded at the anxious elder, and turned to the office; he was just a small consul, and he was just a small business, and the telegram from the embassy was enough to retract his paws.

"Don't participate, don't intervene, let's talk about it later," Canel, who made up his mind, left Mustafa a cold back and didn't want to say a redundant word.

In the humid and hot sunlight, Mustafa felt for the first time. He seemed to be underestimating the pirates. He didn't dare to say how big the conspiracy was hidden in it. Carnell suddenly turned against him, indicating that it was unlikely to obtain American gun supplies.

At the southern suburbs of Kuluan Town, two helicopters were above the treetops of the rainforest at the distance of the anti-aircraft machine gun. They kept provoking the patience of the Moro warriors on the opposite side; on the two planes, guns aimed at observers with headphones, trying hard to find the opponent's artillery position.

What surprised Lin Tao was that the Philippine army's fighter plane did not come at all, and even an old propeller plane that had been wandering on the coastline was gone.

With Didi's radio waves, the artillery positions built by the Moroes on both sides of the road soon appeared on the command center map, and the various elements of the direction were also transmitted to the machine artillery battalion.

Just as the officers and soldiers in the trenches were waiting for the artillery to show their power, a gunboat broke out from the sea of ​​Morro Bay, and a star-moon flag hanging on the mast was vividly remembered.

The gunboat that came in full force was still two nautical miles away from the coastline. He set off early, and a heavy machine gun on the bow of the ship and the rifles raised by the sailors kept turning towards the trenches where Luo Er and the others were hiding, wasting bullets.

Holding the telescope, Luo Er looked carefully for a while, and retracted his head in depression, "Ignorance, I don't even have a small cannon. It's not the New Year, who can I watch it?"

The stray bullets above the head knocked down several green leaves. The soldiers in the guard platoon, together with the bits, also admired the oncoming enemies.

Only Luo Er knew that the situation here was far inferior to the small-scale conflict on the Korean battlefield. He held the gun bored and waved his head at Zhou Guangdao, "Go, it's best if you can do it,"

When the Moro's gunboat rushed into the coast one thousand meters away, and could hear the clamor, "Teng, Teng," faint smoke rose from the coast covered by green shade, and the sudden launch of artillery shells stirred the quiet rainforest.

"Bang," a huge gunshot sounded, a Moro officer standing on the deck of the gunboat splashed a large ball of blood on his chest, and the violent impact force directly overturned him into the air and plunged into the warm sea water. Bit's swaying shoulders, in Zhou Guangdao's extremely envious eyes, pulled the bolt with a quiet look on his face, and approached the scope again.

"Boom, boom, boom", the shells fell into the sea water around the gunboat, and burst out splashes of water. The squad leader of the artillery squad, who had not made any achievements, kept cursing in a low voice and reported a series of data. The four gunners beside him were also blushed by his vicious eyes.

Killing the target is not a skill, and being able to catch up with the moving target is considered a good gunner.

"Bang, bang" there were two loud noises. Bit took off the bullet compartment. Although it fucked the helmsman, it was a troublesome to use a rifle that could only press three bullets at a time. He took out a thick bullet and wiped the bullets hard on his arm, and Bit pressed it into the magazine with satisfaction.

As expected, the helmsman on the gunboat was blown off his head. The gunboat was driving. Suddenly, he turned around and began to rush on the sea. He threw the Moro officers and soldiers hiding around the deck off the water, and the rest clenched tightly on the railing and shouted loudly.

Seeing this, the artillery squad soldiers were happy, without waiting for the command of the squad leader, and three rapid fires were fired. Twelve series of artillery shells suddenly blew up the gunboat that was spinning in place, thick smoke rolled.

The loud and slow gunshots shot out the Moro officers and soldiers who were fluttering in the sea, and they all collapsed into the water.

The gunboat that could kill from the pole was blown in front of you, and the soldiers in the guard platoon congratulated in a low voice, but the gunshots still erupted in their ears made everyone's vision of the new Japanese snipers slowly change.

The Moroes who were struggling in the water calmly killed the scene, almost becoming rhythmic gunfire. This not only made the soldiers feel astonished, but also made Luo Er nodded with relief, but also made the Morroes soldiers who were closely concerned on the other side roar angrily.

"Tong, Tong," Commander Moro, who could not help but launches a shelling attack, pointing directly to the position where Luo Er and the others are; the bombardment bombs exploded out of the trench that was one and a half meters deep.

Several officers and reporters standing behind the Moroe Front, looking at the lively Moroe artillery positions, could not help but shook their heads and sighed; among these officers, there were not only military advisers from the Philippine army, but also U.S. military observers from Manila. And those reporters from Manila and Tokyo, their cameras were clattering in their hands.

In the command center on the hill, a staff officer with a Luo-shaped armband shouted loudly, "It's fire. It's fire on the opposite side." His excited voice made Lin Tao, who was staring at the map. Suddenly, he breathed a sigh of relief, and also made the anxious staff officers staying at the command center widen their eyes refreshedly, and their eyes were concentrated on Lin Tao.

"Damn. I've been waiting for this long time," Lin Tao walked to the observation mirror a few steps. While looking at the shelling scene at the foot of the mountain from the bullet mirror, he ordered steadily, "Tele to the base camp, company headquarters, my Luojiashan people answered the Nao Island Infantry Regiment, who was attacked unknown and suffered heavy losses in personnel and equipment. Now I ask for self-defense and counterattack."

He said he was asking for instructions, but his eyes were already looking at the staff guarding next to the phone, and nodding slightly; he would not fight back if he was beaten, it was definitely not the temper of the Luo Family Mountain people.

"Order the Machine Cannon Battalion and start counterattacking. Start counterattacking," the calm staff officer had already called the Machine Cannon Battalion. Seeing Lin Tao nodding, he confirmed the attack order to look at the microphone without hesitation.

The machine cannon battalion, the cannons that were scattered and raised high, had adjusted the shooting elements and the shells entered the chamber; Mo Shuiyun, who had a fierce face, finally saw the communications soldiers shouting the order for artillery to him, and immediately blew a sharp iron whistle.

"Beep," amid the whistle, thirty small-caliber cannons were pulled at the same time, "Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom," and the strong smoke pulled a long smoke belt on the position.

According to the plan, all nine hundred shells must be fired within three minutes. The naked artillery soldiers, under the command, splashed sweat, and then loaded and fired.

One thousand meters behind the artillery position, two 155 howitzers also set up their formation. Under the protection of a company's armed forces, the artillery soldiers wearing pig's mouth gas masks looked at the communication soldiers beside them. Without his command, the howitzers were not allowed to fire even if they were pulled back again.

The Moroes were divided into two parts of artillery positions, with a total of more than a dozen small-caliber artillery guns, and they attacked thirty similar ones, and were snatched and missed the bottom first, so they could not win in the confrontation.

Even though the machine gun battalion had mostly recruits, they could not stand the large number of guns. In less than four minutes, the machine gun battalion completely defeated the Moro artillery battalion on the opposite side when it lost ten artillery pieces.

When the last shell was shot out, two tanks rushed up with five armored vehicles. The fire flashed, and the shells hit the Moro positions opposite, and kept killing them. The two sides were more than one mile apart, and they could break through in less than a minute.

The attack armored convoy formed an arrow formation rushed over with firepower. The soldiers hiding in the trenches bent down and followed behind the platoon leader. No matter how you look, they look cautious.

Such familiar scenes have been seen in North Korea for a lot of times, but his subordinates have also become like this, and they are still quite uncomfortable, "Zhou Guangdao,"

"Here," Zhou Guangdao saw that the chief called his full name, and knew that Luo Er had lost his temper, so he hurriedly ran over.

"You lead two squads to rush up, light-fitting, with only weapons and ammunition, set an example for those guys," Luo Er waved his hand and threw out a few boxes of grenades, "and hit it and punch it directly through the opposite side, blocking the Moro's retreat for me,"

"Yes," Zhou Guangdao immediately threw off his backpack, "Ship one and two lightweight, with enough ammunition, and attacked in one minute."

"Follow me, kill," waved Thomson in his hand. When Zhou Guangdao and twenty soldiers jumped out of the trenches and rushed north, the arrogance that had just appeared on his face gradually disappeared, and he ran to the boss with a gun.

These were a group of madmen. After watching the fierce guards rushing out a hundred meters, Bit pinched his thighs and could run so far in less than ten seconds. He also had tactical actions, so he didn't usually see it.

A faint scarlet flashed in his eyes. Before Bit could speak, Luo Er had already grown up, and there were a shuttle. "The guard platoon has all, follow me," Okay, the source of the madman is here.

"Dadadadadadadadadadadada," the guards with rapid pace followed the woodland on the coast, and kept gunfire in their hands, surrounding the periphery of the assault armored convoy, and soon passed the frontal tanks. Their speed was too fast, and the crazy sprinting pace made the Moroes unable to point their guns.

"Boom, boom," a series of grenades exploded around the trenches. After shattering several machine guns, the Moro officers and soldiers who gritted their teeth to hold their positions had to hold their heads under the gun, and they could not care about the sound of footsteps leaping over their heads. Before they could look up, they saw a grenade rolling with eyes falling in front of them.

The guard platoon with a right hook punch from the flank not only quickly attacked the two positions, but also shook the Moroes' resistance in the front.

"Dangdang, Dangdangdang," the anti-aircraft machine gun built on the second front was lowered and began to shoot fiercely. The Moro machine gunner kept shouting in his mouth, but more than a dozen grenades that hit him made him scream and were blown into pieces.

On the continuous defensive positions, a small team had already cut a gap and plunged deep behind the Moroes. The Moroes officers and soldiers guarding the trenches were not allowed to stand the fierce attack on the other side, and they had to leave a large number of corpses and retreat to the third line of defense.

The Luojiashan people's infantry regiment fought back resolutely and quickly, which surprised the Philippine, American officers and war correspondents who came to observe. Seeing the fierce soldiers on the opposite side, led by tanks and armored vehicles, not only did they fight the defenders retreat in a panic, but they were about to break into the third line of defense.

The foreign officer consultant began to retreat and was about to return to Epier. It was OK to observe, but it would be fine if there was no accident.

Of course, the reporters don’t need to worry too much, and they will have the opportunity to interview after becoming prisoners.

Commander Moro, who had a distorted face, was so vulnerable to the defense line he had built over the past few days, that the artillery position was blown up so badly.

"Special artillery shells, fire immediately," the commander who was hoarse, grabbed the communications soldiers beside him, "Come quickly, order the third artillery position to fire special artillery shells,"

Amid the howlings of despair, the officers and reporters who came to observe were all excited and stood firm. No one was mentally burdened to watch the effect of chemical bombs on this island.
Chapter completed!