Zhang Yanbin was making too much noise in China and had no place to hide. He could only go to Southeast Asia and hide in the deep forest of Mindanao Island to continue his drug manufacturing career. His choice was correct. The Golden Triangle was too eye-catching, and the local relationships were mixed and could not accommodate the crossing of the river. The Philippines was relatively more suitable. The political situation was turbulent, the sky was high, the emperor was far away, and it was secret and safe.

But everything is not absolute. The backer on which Zhang Yanbin relies on is his life. The Philippines is dominated by Catholicism, while Mindanao is the base camp. In the southern part of the Philippines, there are serious bandits and constant conflicts. The government forces originally dislike Zhang Yanbin's backer. In addition, someone pays for sponsorship, his doomsday has begun to count down.

The one who paid for the bandit suppression was Wang Haikun. Of course, he did not directly invest in mercenaries to fight. The magnificent Philippine national army was not mercenaries. He used other costs to bribe government officials to formulate a bandit suppression plan. He dispatched troops to fight openly. Once a cannon fired, tens of thousands of gold taels of gold were not counted. In fact, half of the ammunition consumed was the general's extra money, and it was supplied to tourists from all over the country to shoot targets. Liu Kunlun fired tens of thousands of bullets in the past few days were from it.

The drug manufacturing base is located on the beach and is transported by water. The Philippine navy is too weak to attack from the sea. It is not realistic to imitate the US military to make an air assault. The number of helicopters is small and cannot ship enough troops at one time, so the army can only attack by land.

The road network in Mindanao is underdeveloped, and the second half of the journey is to walk in the jungle with two legs. Wang Haicong gave Liu Kunlun two choices: one is to wait in place, wait for the army to fight, and then fly over to clean the battlefield by helicopter, and the other is to enter the mountains with the troops and participate in the battle at close range.

"I'll choose the latter one." Liu Kunlun said, "How could I miss such a satisfying thing?"

Wang Haicong nodded: "You think there is more life experience, but what I want to war is that life is priceless, without any swords and guns. People who have never been to the battlefield do not know the terribleness of war. This is different from street fighting. Even the bravest and most well-trained special forces will choose to call for support or escape directly when facing a group of mobs. You still have many wonderful things you have not enjoyed, so you should cherish your life."

Liu Kunlun followed the troops up the mountain, and only Zang Hai followed him, but four Philippine soldiers were responsible for carrying equipment. There were also many things to carry when marching in tropical areas. His own single tent, sleeping bags, floor mats, tableware, kettles, ammunition and rations, and steel helmets and rifles engineer shovels weighed dozens of pounds. Even young men with a peak physique would not work for the first time without training.

In Liu Kunlun's memory, the Philippines is a very small country with coups all day long, and the army's combat effectiveness is very weak. Compared to our heroic People's Liberation Army, it was like a scumbag. When he arrived on the ground, he realized that the Philippines, a country that seemed to have no sense of existence, had a population of 100 million, and Mindanao alone had more than 90,000 square kilometers. These Philippine soldiers in front of him were hard-working and had good quality in individual soldiers. He and Zang Hai carried an M16 and could not keep up with others' pace.

Marching in the tropical jungle is very difficult, and it requires vanguards to wield machetes to set off a road among the thorny vines. The jungle is full of snakes and insects, which are full of dangers. What's even more fatal is that it sweats too much, the body loses a lot of water, and there is not enough fresh water to replenish it.

Each soldier brought two kettles, and Liu Kunlun and Zang Hai had already drunk all the water in their kettle and were embarrassed to ask for other people's water. A veteran saw their embarrassment and cut off a wild banana tree while resting. Clear water slowly gathered at the roots of the trees. Zang Hai couldn't wait to drink it. The veteran waved his hand and said no, but Zang Hai still tasted it and stuck out his tongue and said it was so bitter.

The veteran scooped out three cups of water and gave the water to Zang Hai to drink, which made it a sweet taste.

This veteran would speak Chinese that is not fluent in Chinese and tell them several ways to get drinking water in the jungle, such as choosing bamboo with green color, cutting off the head and bent it down, and clean water will drop out at night, and water will flow out when the rhizomes of coconut trees break. Put three-quarters of the water-filled green leaves in plastic bags and expose them to the sun, and one liter of water can be extracted in twenty-four hours.

The encirclement and suppression troops dispatched a battalion, but in fact there were only one hundred combat soldiers. They camped in the depths of the jungle overnight. Because they were still far from the drug manufacturing base, they could make fires and cook. Soldiers dug pits on the ground to make fires. The fire pits were close to the trunks to facilitate the dispersion of smoke. It is said that this was a fire-making method passed down by the Indians. The US soldiers passed on from generation to generation and were taught to the Philippine army through the US military stationed in the Philippines.

The heated on the fire was the US military's standard instant food ration. Liu Kunlun and Zang Hai's staple food were beef stewed and tomato sauce Frankfurt sausage boiled beans, and the side dishes were biscuits, cheese, jelly, chocolate, etc. The name seemed to be a delicious dish, but it was simply unswallowed.

"Like shit." Zang Hai said, but the marching was difficult and he was overdrawn, so he still ate no left of these things.

The tent was built by soldiers. Two individual tents were used to form a double tent, set up a tent, dig a drainage ditch next to it, and then install a mosquito net to sleep.

The two of them were overworked and soon fell asleep.

Late at night, Wang Haicong and Chao Xiaochuan came to the campsite and the officer led the team pointed to the two-person tent.

"After a round of strokes, everything will be solved." Chao Xiaochuan said.

"I changed my mind." Wang Haicong said, "I want him to live."

"If you want to break, you will break." Chao Xiaochuan Xiaozhi used reason and moved him with emotion. "People will change. If you treat him with sincerity, you may not be rewarded. He treats you as his elder brother now, and one day he will be full of wings, but he may not be honest."

"I said that you can't touch him now, and you can't touch him." Wang Haicong glared at Chao Xiaochuan, his eyes as sharp as a blade.

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The march continued at dawn and approached the target at noon. This was a small village made of bamboo and wood, which was very similar to the drug lord base in the Golden Triangle in the movie, but there were no soldiers and any military facilities on the tower.

A bandit suppression war began. The first one to appear was the fixed-wing propeller aircraft of the Army Aviation. Two * were dropped, and the village turned into a sea of ​​fire. Then the armed helicopter cleared the yard, swept it with * and machine guns. The army on the hillside also took action, bombarded with the 60MM mortars he carried, and the infantry fired volleys four hundred meters away. Liu Kunlun and Zang Hai also fired wildly. In fact, there was no one at all, so they just fired in the general direction. The bullet shell jumped happily, the barrel became red in a short while, and the front guard became hot.

"It's great!" Zang Hai shouted. His body shivered when he was shooting. After the last shuttle, his excitement came out. Liu Kunlun also felt his adrenaline being rapidly secreted. Men were all war-crazy in their bones. This activity was too exciting and enjoyable.

Finally, the village started to fight back, and the sporadic gunfire attracted larger revenge. It was not until everyone hit the ground that only one magazine was left on their body. Not long ago, the tropical fishing village was still peaceful and quiet, and it had turned into scorched earth.

"This is how war is fought." Zang Hai suddenly realized that the movies were all lying, and there was no such face-to-face gun battle, and there was no special forces fighting against ten. Just imagine, if there were a few special forces in the village, it would be impossible for them to escape under such firepower.

After the battle, the soldiers carefully stepped forward to clean the battlefield. Liu Kunlun remembered Wang Haicong's warning and did not come forward to join in the fun. The facts proved that his approach was right. A soldier was seriously injured when he entered the house to search.

Tropical houses are no better than those of adobe houses in northern China. During the Anti-Japanese War, even the 38-gun bullets could not be penetrated. Tropical houses are made of bamboo and wood. There is a row of bullet holes when they go up, and there is no place to cover them. Most of the people in the drug manufacturing base were killed, with only a few prisoners.

After the battlefield was completely cleaned up, Liu Kunlun entered the village. There were a row of bloody corpses on the ground, most of which were killed by the bomb. The tragic situation was shocking. Most of the dead were black, thin, short, Southeast Asian men, with only a few women and Northeast Asian men.

After the battlefield was cleaned up, the drugs, banknotes and weapons were all the trophys of the army. As for the prisoners, they were dealt with by Liu Kunlun. He checked them and did not find Zhang Yanbin. He then went to the pile of corpses to check, but still could not find them.

Liu Kunlun interrogated the prisoners. His interrogation experience came from the public security's interrogation of himself. This model is obviously not easy to use here. The prisoners either said nothing or knelt down and begged for mercy, saying that they didn't know anything.

Two helicopters landed in the open space in front of the village. Wang Haicong arrived with General Santiago. The general was very satisfied with the result of the battle and was very interested. He had to interrogate himself. He simply did more. He pulled someone over and shot the head without saying a word. He asked the second one and then he was obedient.

It turned out that Zhang Yanbin was still at the base last night, but suddenly left for Sanbaoyan this morning.

"This guy is so cunning." Wang Haicong said carelessly, stepping forward and standing in front of Liu Kunlun. He just saw a little reflection in the jungle in the distance. There is no reflective object in nature. Then there is only one thing that can reflect light, which is the scope. Professional snipers will not let their scope reflect light, so the person holding the gun must be an amateur.

Wang Haicong guessed correctly. The man lurking in the jungle had just wrapped around Liu Kunlun's head with a scope, and he was only about to pull the trigger. However, Wang Haicong suddenly stood in front and he could not find a chance to shoot, so he was so upset.

The soldiers piled up corpses, poured them on gasoline and burned them, and black smoke soared into the sky. Even a ruthless character like Liu Kunlun, who had several lives, could not help but move. Human lives are sometimes very noble, and sometimes they are worthless.

"Strike while the iron is hot, let's go to Sanbaoyan to find Zhang Yanbin." Wang Haicong pulled Liu Kunlun and Zang Hai onto the helicopter, "It's too unlucky here, go quickly."
Chapter completed!