Chapter 1150: Gaze

Cheng Liangwei performed well.

The Chinese army has not had large-scale legion-level operations in recent decades, but the troops are still practicing as much as possible in the anti-terrorism, anti-drug and some secret missions at the border, and maintaining their bloodiness.

The Southern Yunnan Military Region, adjacent to the Golden Triangle Region, is obviously a high-incidence area. Cheng Liangwei, who has accumulated a little bit of combat experience in this area for many years and has accumulated to the deputy captain of the Special Forces Brigade, must be a master.

Those who can follow him are not cowards.

They were assigned to the periphery of the attack, and there was no complaint. The soldiers never asked much about the boss who seemed to have a Chinese appearance, but they often showed some resentful expressions to the deputy captain.

Cheng Liangwei calmed down and started with more than 30 of his own people and lay on the periphery.

They also have night vision devices, which are made of American, but not many, just two or three. When some outposts and firepower points on the surrounding mountains were found to be penetrated by strangely and hit the center, they began to rush down the mountain to seek reinforcements one after another, because they were used to lurking, they felt that the number of enemies that were falling from the surrounding ridges was not enough and would not pose a threat.

Those snipers and precision shooters were enough to deal with it, and they were waiting for something else that might be possible.

This is the overall view.

A commander-in-chief of the War Bureau could not estimate every link and detail. Many specific judgments and controls still require the grassroots commanders of each part to make their own decisions. It would be correct if Cheng Liangwei's part assisted in clearing out the surrounding sentries, but obviously he turned on all the cards. His more experienced experience made a correct judgment.

As the snipers and the observers around them worked hard to deal with dozens of surrounding militants and began to get up to climb the ridge occupied by the large army in the form of the last echelon to cover and observe. Cheng Liangwei and the others finally found a group of people coming quietly towards them. In the series of operations just now, almost only them were silently so that no one fired the gun, which prompted the other party to make a wrong judgment.

The name of the Chinese army that dared to claim to be the world's number one army was really not in vain. More than 30 soldiers, regardless of whether they had night vision instruments to observe this detail, clapping hands had already passed on the situation by whispering messages, leaning silently on the hillside, quietly waiting for the other party to approach...

The result of not relying entirely on high technology is that when there is no high technology, the kind of at a loss that is common to American military personnel will not appear on Chinese soldiers.

Fortunately, it was night, in such a remote corner, even the high pj did not notice what was happening here. Cheng Liangwei only slapped his shoulders to the warrior behind him. The three warriors went down the mountain and churn out like tigers, and the rest immediately opened fire!

Because the requirement given in this series of combat operations is to leave no living mouths, as long as the corpse is corpses, Cheng Liangwei is just a subconscious view of the overall situation of a middle and senior commander. Why did such a team of seventy or eighty people appear in his corner? And when it is obvious that other accomplices are attacked, not only do not support them, but also leave secretly. Catching a living mouth may help you answer your questions. If you are the other ones, you will follow your order.

Three large and powerful flashlights suddenly opened and quickly shot the entire lengthened team, almost giving instructions to the shooters.

However, this combat method, which is different from that of European and American countries, did disrupt the other party's position at once. Some people panicked and shot towards the source of the flashlight, and more people turned around and fled.

It is unimaginable that the sudden illumination of the snow-colored lights suddenly brings psychological panic and the fear of being surrounded and intercepted.

Capture and Capture Fist is almost the most skillful skill of the members of the Chinese special brigade. In the war, the Chinese people's habit of catching their tongues is beyond everyone. The coordinated movements of the three soldiers have been practiced thousands of times, attacking three legs, waist and head, instantly putting over the other party, skillfully tied the tie-up straps, and then dragging the prisoner to the back of the bunker next to them. Only a storm was heard quickly shot like a storm, and it calmed down without any shouting.

The dozens of militants who entered the ambush line fell to the ground, and after almost twenty minutes quietly passed, Cheng Liangwei and the others began to carefully inspect the bodies and regulate the battlefield. Too many Chinese soldiers on the Vietnam battlefield fell at this time, leaving too many bloody lessons, including Qi Tianlin's father.

They did not understand Pashto and did not hand the prisoners over to the translator's direct team until dawn.

But as a result of the final cleaning of the battlefield, they were the team with the most concentrated shooting record this night. Only nearly 200 militants were killed all night, and nearly half of them were here.

When Qi Tianlin brought the PJ team members to see the battlefield, Cheng Liangwei had already squatted into the mountains with his team, and slept in the middle of a large group of Gurkhas wrapped in blankets.

It was dawn, and the rising sun shone in this valley. From a distance, it was quite desolate literary scenes. But as long as you lower your head, the snow and hillsides were covered with blood. The large beaches condensed together, and the snow layer was very messy. Dozens of corpses were lying everywhere, but they tried to pile them together. The pjs happily turned on the portable sports cameras and took pictures of the corpses everywhere, but there was no combat scene of their own members. From time to time, Gurkha, who helped them move the corpses, asked the details of the battle at that time. The gang of scattered people pretended to be stupid, smiled silly, and kept waving their hands. The pjs had to put all their attention on numbers and collect DNA blood samples.

Qi Tianlin stood a little high to watch the whole scene. The more than 20 guards who stood or squatted around him made him look like a big man, slightly lower than them and sat on a stone. He held his hands in front of his knees and looked at the corpses from the gaps of his guards: "Milisud's personal team... is said to be a part of the people with strong combat power. He was not there. He was thin and a little lame. The most important thing is that he would definitely wear a robe with oblique stripes, and he would not change it even if he was beaten to death. That was the tradition of their family."

Qi Tianlin also communicated with him in English: "The survivor I caught also told me that when they escaped from the cave, the leader was still with them, and he disappeared for some reason. He was not sure how many people escaped from Shandong in total."

Aikamar shook his head slowly: "He is very cunning. He is used to the behavior of three or five people leaving the large army or sending some bait from afar to cover himself."

Qi Tianlin looked forward and his voice downward: "What should I do?"

Aikamal pondered for a moment: "I originally hoped to have Milisud here. It was the simplest. If I couldn't keep it, I would let him go south. Then I wouldn't know where to go, because he didn't have a fixed force and reliable personnel there, but I didn't know where he was. Now it seems that he only had three or five people to go together, and his goal was too small. Only by letting him go northeast as much as possible, letting him go back to his base camp, can our people find his trace."

Qi Tianlin looked at the rich man from the Ahan under his tactical sunglasses, and spoke in a bit unpredictable manner: "Then my... people need to attack Milisud's base camp head-on?"

Aikamar looked as usual: "There are only about five thousand people gathered there. I believe you have the ability and confidence to annihilate them."

Qi Tianlin, who had the elbow of the rifle, had freed up one and gave a thumbs up: "You are really good at this abacus. Originally, we just beheaded and killed one person, but now we have become a force to help you eliminate."

Aikamar's expression still had no change in his answer and answered irresponsible questions: "Our people can only support you from intelligence and cannot participate in any combat operations. Even if the principal agrees to such cooperation, they are still Pashtuns, rich people from the Ahan, and Taliban people... This is for the Ahan wealthy."

Qi Tianlin finally lowered his head and looked at him: "You feel psychologically stressed about your behavior?"

Aikamar shook his head: "He betrayed the principal and attempted to make peace with the current government and act as the largest warlord in the northern region. This is a crime that deserves to be dead, but it is best to die at our own hands, not foreigners like you... Besides, there are so many people who need to be buried with him, so I suggest coming here first."

Qi Tianlin smiled and said, "I thought you deliberately arranged for us to surround the place tightly, let him go, and use our combat forces to kill him as much as possible."

Aikamar finally looked up at him: "You can think so too. If you can gather and annihilate it, both political and military results will be the best, because if thousands of people scatter birds and beasts, it will have a great impact on our control in the north, and it is difficult to guarantee that any new faction that belongs to him will emerge in the middle."

Qi Tianlin didn't expect his blunt words: "What should I do next?"

Aikamar used his tortoise to sweep a flat ground on the gravel and snow layer in front of him, and used his toes to pull out a stone in the center: "The center of the Toraboca Mountains is the cemetery. Since 2002, it has been swept by the US military four times, but it has never been destroyed. The government forces have not been able to reach here. The US military's own troops are reluctant to go deep into this place and suffered major losses, so they have always bombed the place through air attacks. However, since the 1980s, various air defense fortresses have begun to be built here..."

Yes, just like the Japanese devils did not occupy the vast land of China during the war of aggression against China, and even in the areas they occupied, many corners and edges were never visited. The United States said that it had been in the Ahanfu War for more than ten years, but it did not travel all corners of Ahanfu, especially the famous areas in the deepest part of the northern mountainous areas.

This mountainous area, which has been listed as the main hiding place of beards by the United States, has long been reported in newspapers, but Americans have never rashly attacked this area.

At present, we have to rely on the more than 2,000 Gurkha teams in our hands to attack, and are there any difficult tasks that tens of thousands of American soldiers have not completed?

Qi Tianlin and Aikamar stared at each other's eyes face to face...
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