There was heavy artillery fire in the town, and many buildings had been completely blown to pieces.
Wang Zhengjun was lying in the trench, watching the artillery shells flying around with tail flames, and a dozen armed pickup trucks in the distance, crushing the defense lines and entering the position.
"First Battalion, go ask what's going on with the First Battalion! Why is there such a big gap that even the enemy's armed pickup trucks can be put in?" Wang Zhengjun ducked, avoiding the stray bullets that shot over his head, and at the same time, he shot towards himself.
The officer nearby shouted.
Soon, the adjutant ran back in disgrace, lay down next to Wang Zhengjun, and shouted urgently: "Captain! The battalion can't hold it anymore, many brothers have already run away..."
"boom!"
A shell fell near the trench, interrupting their conversation. The adjutant pressed Wang Zhengjun down on the ground, and soil splashed all over them.
"First Battalion Commander..." Wang Zhengjun raised his head, shook his head with tinnitus, and then shouted to the adjutant: "Call me the First Battalion Commander!"
"The first battalion commander is dead." The adjutant's shoulder was hit by gravel, and blood surged. He endured the pain and shouted: "Now the company commander is directing the battle."
"You're riding a horse!" Wang Zhengjun cursed angrily in his heart.
As a large-scale private armed force, the 5,000 people of the Chinese Trade Union were able to do whatever they wanted during training. They obeyed orders and had adequate execution skills. But when they actually arrived on the battlefield, they saw armed pickup trucks with machine guns mounted on them, rushing towards them. Most of them
The psychological defense of the soldiers immediately collapsed. They were really scared and kept retreating backwards. This caused some soldiers on the rear who wanted to fight back to collapse.
If no one has the courage to die in the defense zone, the fearful atmosphere will be contagious, leading to a rout.
This is not to say that the armed forces of the Chinese Trade Union are just a bunch of pure mobs, but there are really too few actual combats. Compared with the situation during training and now, they are completely different things.
"Move people and ask Li Lei to lead the team to block the gap for me. It must be suppressed, otherwise it will collapse." Wang Zhengjun's voice was hoarse from shouting, and he kept giving orders to the officers next to him.
"Yes!" The adjutant didn't even have time to treat the wound, and hurriedly went to convey the order.
After another three or four minutes, in the chaotic crowd, a young officer lowered his body and ran over with two black men whose wrists were tied. He pushed away the soldiers in the trench and shouted anxiously: "Let's go!"
Get out of the way, everyone, get out of the way, I have something to report to the group leader!"
When Wang Zhengjun heard the movement next to him, he turned around and glanced at the officer who had just ran in front of him and the two black men behind him.
Wang Zhengjun frowned: "What's going on? Are you a prisoner?"
"Captain, they are not prisoners." The officer hurriedly saluted and then shouted: "They came here on their own initiative and said they could take us out."
…
San Paolo, slum.
Under a sparsely populated bridge tunnel, Brother Qiu and the others abandoned their car and were hiding underneath. It was relatively remote and there were weeds growing all around.
At this time, everyone has not gathered yet, and everyone is waiting anxiously. Brother Qiu frowned, sat on the iron railing next to him, lifted his shirt, and was using the medical suture device that the other team brought when they met, simply and roughly
Clamp the wound.
Behind him, a team member with a big hole in his neck was lying unconscious on the ground, moaning in pain from time to time.
He was injured too badly, and medical sutures were useless. Two team members squatted next to him, one pressed his neck, and the other worked hard to sew up his wounds with a crochet hook.
Almost all of the remaining team members were injured. They were silent, some were smoking, and some were in a daze.
Imre was tied up and thrown to the ground. Two team members held guns and stared at him.
"Poof!" The young man who was punctured below the neck suddenly spurted out two mouthfuls of blood. The wound that had not been stitched burst open again, and blood poured out like running water. The team members hurriedly tried to block it with their hands, but they couldn't stop it at all.
The young man's whole body twitched for a while, his legs kicked off, and he immediately lost his breath.
With the death of the young man, everyone's anxiety was also ignited.
"What the hell!" The team member who had just stitched up the young man threw the medical equipment in his hand to the ground and cursed angrily: "Damn it, stronghold No. 1 was taken out, and the other strongholds must have been leaked too!
We have no place to go. So many brothers are injured, what should we do? In less than ten minutes, the streets will be full of patrol police!"
When the brother next to him heard what he said, he became a little agitated and complained.
"I don't understand. We agreed to take charge of Wu Boxin, so why did he ask us to do this?"
"It happens every time. The mission is always different from what was promised! What on earth did the higher-ups do? If they don't know how to give orders, they just step on the horse and don't give orders. They just think about it! Whose responsibility does it take to lose so many brothers?!"
"...!"
There were more and more complaints. Imre lay on the ground and said in somewhat stiff English: "Brothers, as long as you send me back, I promise to let you leave this city safely."
Brother Qiu threw the suture aside, walked directly to Imre, kicked him on the head.
"Bang bang!"
Imre was kicked three times in a row until he rolled his eyes. Brother Qiu didn't say a word during the whole process, and the team members around him stopped complaining and just looked at him quietly.
Brother Qiu retracted his leg, completely ignoring his still bleeding wound. He just pointed at the ground and shouted in a low voice: "Are you afraid of death?! Why do you still do military intelligence if you are afraid of death? You must be mentally prepared to serve this bowl of rice. Now.
Is this the time to complain and complain?! Apart from changing one’s own mentality, what else does it do? Ah?!”
When everyone heard Brother Qiu's scolding, they all dropped their heads.
Brother Qiu glanced at everyone, bent down and sat back on the railing, picked up the suture device again, and sewed up the newly opened wound. At the same time, he said in a hoarse voice: "It's time to treat the wound. Treat the wound. Treat the wounded. Don't treat the wounded."
Time is wasted on complaining. We are all veteran team members, and we need to calm down more and more at this time."
Although the voice was very soft, no one refuted. Everyone stood up in silence, either treating their own wounds or starting to help other team members.
Brother Qiu finished treating his wounds, got a new phone and dialed An Qiqi's number: "An Bureau, you must do two things for me now. First, help me find a reliable place. We are now
The condition is very bad and needs to be repaired. Secondly, we need several doctors, who must be very reliable."
"Okay, I'll arrange it." This request was not simple, but An Qiqi agreed immediately.
…
Outside the town of Patty.
Under the night, Wang Zhengjun followed the two black men who led the way and rushed out of the battle group with 500 soldiers, advancing about two kilometers in the direction of four o'clock. When they arrived near the encirclement, they found that all the black men nearby were there.
He retreated and really didn't launch an attack on his own side.
Wang Zhengjun felt relieved a little, and then he began to believe the words of the two black men.
"Captain, we have a signal." The adjutant took out his cell phone and looked at Wang Zhengjun.
The black man next to him said hurriedly: "Friend, you see we didn't lie to you, right? We really want to let you go, because our boss is in your hands!"
"Shut up!" Wang Zhengjun scolded him, then immediately picked up his cell phone and called Wang Xiao.
"Xiaojun, are you out?!" Wang Xiao's voice was filled with surprise.
"Only a few hundred people came out to see the situation." Wang Zhengjun's voice was short and powerful: "There are two black people who want to take me out. Can I trust them?"
"Yes, it was arranged by the security department." Wang Xiao replied directly: "Their boss has been captured by us. You immediately lead your troops and rush out through the opening they opened."
"Yes!" Wang Zhengjun hung up the phone and turned around to order the adjutant: "Send a small team back to deliver the order. Inform all the troops that if they can't defend, they will seize this point and attack outside. Hurry!"