The streets of Kokang are dotted with small electronics shops, mobile phone shops, and hardware stores with Chinese signs. They look no different from small towns in China. Some three-wheeled motorcycles crowd the streets to solicit business. Behind the pickup truck painted with the SAR government logo, people sit lazily.
The local soldiers in green uniforms, even their single green military uniforms were purchased domestically, looked like pla from a few years ago.
Black clouds were billowing in the sky, threatening to destroy the city. Heavy rain was coming again, but Liu Ziguang and Li Jianguo were still walking leisurely. Occasionally, soldiers with guns who passed by would respect Li Jianguo when they saw them.
They called out to the instructor, and Li Jianguo nodded to them calmly. It seemed that this instructor was doing a pretty good job.
"Why is that man named An still here? Isn't it because he was injured?" Liu Ziguang asked in confusion.
"What will you do if he leaves?" Li Jianguo actually said this.
Liu Ziguang was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this Li Jianguo was really ruthless. He took Director An as a hostage to ensure his own safety. This move was really ruthless and accurate, and it didn't reveal any flaws. Anyway, the sky is high and the emperor is far away.
What happened here can be explained.
"Can we let him go back now?"
"He won't leave," Li Jianguo said.
"Why?"
"You'll understand when you see it."
In a heavily guarded stilt building in a secluded area in the suburbs, Liu Ziguang met the legendary Director An. This was a middle-aged man who had many similarities with Wu Zien. He had a humble face and was very approachable, but he had no obvious characteristics.
He is the kind of person who can't be found in a crowd. Maybe their department followed this template when selecting agents.
Director An was indeed injured, but not seriously. The sole of his foot was pierced by the iron thorns in the trap. It has been bandaged, but his movement was still affected to a certain extent. You can imagine how Li Jianguo carried him out of the vast mountains.
Director An will probably remember this life-saving feeling for the rest of his life.
Li Jianguo was not good at words, but Director An was a very eloquent person. He introduced what happened to Liu Ziguang in a eloquent manner. When addressing Liu Ziguang and Li Jianguo, Director An always habitually said "your general staff". In fact
Before joining Li Jianguo, he was a high-ranking non-commissioned officer of the Langya Brigade. Director An did not hide this fact, so Liu Ziguang did not bother to correct him.
"Had it not been for the action of your General Staff this time, the losses would have been even greater. The task we faced this time was very difficult and the situation was complicated. It involved the intelligence agencies of several countries. The cause was this. We were engaged in a certain operation in the northwest of our country.
Tip, a terrorist organization that acts as a separatist, attempted to flee the country after being severely damaged. The people who came to help them were a peripheral organization of the intelligence agency of an East Asian country under the guise of religion. Usually they were engaged in another escape business to the north. This time
I don’t know why they hooked up with tip. The route they chose was to leave the country through the southwest port and then go to the base camp in Europe. We got the information in time and took action quickly. However, the situation was more complicated than expected. We were responsible for the responsibility along the way.
The escorts are local warlords with strong backgrounds. In short, we have suffered a loss and this place must be recovered. This is why I insist on staying here."
Liu Ziguang understood. On the one hand, Director An couldn't swallow this breath. On the other hand, he couldn't bear the responsibility for the failure. The department was also afraid of taking responsibility, so it didn't dare to continue sending people over. This gave him an advantage as a so-called independent contractor.
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"Don't worry, Director An. We've left this matter to us. We will definitely pull these bastards out of the hole and punish them," Liu Ziguang vowed.
"Okay, Huangsha wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until he breaks it. I like the courage of you young people." Director An happily patted Liu Ziguang's shoulder, with an expression that said I was optimistic about you.
After bidding farewell to Director An, Liu Ziguang came to Li Jianguo's station and met with the twenty young men from the Red Star Company one by one. These instructors who were responsible for the military training were all non-commissioned officers who had served in the country for many years. Their military quality was quite good.
After picking them up, there was nothing to say. Looking at their dark skin, bulging muscles, and resolute eyes, you can tell that it is a pleasure to serve as soldiers here.
In Li Jianguo's office, a small-scale military map was spread out on the table, and Li Jianguo had marked it with red and blue pencils.
"This is the gangster's lair. This is where I rescued Director An. The mountains here are high and the roads are dangerous, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. They have been operating for a long time, so even if they are discovered, they will not be easily moved. In addition, the recent
It’s been raining heavily for days and it’s harder to go to other places, so I concluded they are still here.”
As he spoke, Li Jianguo took out another pencil sketch, which was a base map of the warlord's armed forces. The perspective outline of the building was very well drawn, but it didn't appear that Li Jianguo's art skills were quite good.
"Their base is divided into two places, which are the horns of each other. They are both in strategic locations, easy to defend and difficult to attack. Of course, this is only relative. If there is an armed helicopter, hum."
Li Jianguo sneered twice and continued to explain: "According to my estimate, they can fight 200 soldiers. Their weapons and equipment are mainly light weapons. The most are mortars and rocket launchers. Although there are some advanced infrared night vision targeting systems
American rifles, but I’m afraid they won’t be able to use them with just these guys, so it doesn’t take much effort to defeat them. Fifty people are a lot, and one platoon is enough.”
Liu Ziguang observed the map carefully and suddenly asked: "What is their source of income?"
"Poppy, they are warlords who manufacture and sell drugs. They are the kind of people that no one can control."
Liu Ziguang understood that there were numerous warlords in northern Myanmar, but not all of them were unscrupulous. Only such lawless people dared to go against the neighboring big countries and do such dirty things.
There was a rumble of thunder, and the rainstorm came again. The rapid raindrops beat on the banana leaves outside the window. Under the eaves, the rainwater formed a line and hit the enamel washbasin who didn't know who had placed it there. The pinging sound was like machine gun fire.
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Liu Ziguang was not good at combat command in the tropical rainforest, so Li Jianguo took care of everything. The next day, the second batch of reinforcements from China arrived.
The quality of this group of people is a bit worse. They are dressed in various styles, including tight open-neck T-shirts, polo shirts with raised collars, colorful short-sleeved shirts, sunglasses, beach shorts, cropped jeans, sandals, and flip-flops.
Looks like a tourist visiting Thailand.
Zhuo Laoer personally led the team. The stocky bathing center owner had a mirror stuck on the bridge of his nose, chewing gum in his mouth, his scalp shaved green, and a thick golden chain hanging around his neck. Behind him stood a group of young people dressed in the same style.
The men all have a charlatan attitude, they can't even stand straight, and they don't have the slightest bit of military temperament.
Liu Ziguang personally greeted them and greeted them warmly. The brothers also called Brother Liu and Brother Liu. After greetings, Liu Ziguang pushed Li Jianguo out and said that this is Brother Jianguo. You all know him. In the short time from now on, there will be no one.
Brother Liu, just listen to Brother Jianguo.
The heroes naturally knew Brother Jianguo who was setting up the barbecue stall, and they all nodded in greeting. Li Jianguo looked at them coldly, pointed to an open truck next to him and said, "Get up!"
The brothers did not get into the air-conditioned bus, but reluctantly climbed into the open truck. One truck was driven to the military training base. There was barbed wire on the fence, there were sentries with guns on the watchtowers at the four corners, and there were sandbags piled at the gate.
A machine gun was mounted, with a yellow bullet chain hanging under the gun, reflecting the hot tropical sunshine. The soldier in the roll-brimmed hat had a dark face and looked coldly at the tourists on the truck.
The car drove to the training ground. On the red soil unique to the southwest, there were still puddles of water left by yesterday's heavy rain. Li Jianguo stood coldly with a Stechkin automatic pistol hanging on his waist and a cane in his hand.
In front of the car, order everyone to get out of the car.
Everyone jumped out of the car with their travel bags and were immediately ordered to put their travel bags aside and then take off all their clothes.
"What, take it all off? Then what should we wear?" someone questioned.
"Come out." Li Jianguo pointed at him with the cane.
The man stood up with a silly smile, not knowing that he was about to be unlucky.
"I told you before I came here what kind of business we are doing here, so I won't repeat it. As a soldier, you should obey orders unconditionally and not question them. Do a hundred push-ups for me now, right now!
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The guy was trembling with fright. He looked at Brother Zhuo. Zhuo Li also looked helpless. He had no choice but to lie down on the ground and start doing push-ups seriously.
The rest of the people didn't dare to say any more, and they took off their clothes quickly. Someone brought a lot of clothes from the warehouse, ranging from military boxer briefs to military camouflage T-shirts, outerwear and trousers, shoes and hats.
It didn’t take long for everyone to finish dressing up. You looked at me and I looked at you. Their expressions were uglier than crying. What kind of rags are these? The single green blended military uniforms that have long been eliminated in China are not even worn by migrant workers.
Fat pants, green nylon socks, Liberation shoes, a Liberation cap with a red five-star on the hat, and a maroon artificial leather belt tied around the waist, it looks so earthy.
Li Jianguo walked around them with a sullen face several times to see who dared to complain. This time everyone learned their lesson and no one dared to say anything or move randomly.
"I don't care whether you were a dragon or a tiger in Jiangbei before, but here you are not even a worm, at best you are just dog shit on the roadside!" Li Jianguo cursed with a raised voice.
"Report to Brother Jianguo!" Zhuo Li couldn't bear it anymore and shouted with his neck straightened out.
"Very good, you should report before you speak, but remember, you can call me instructor from now on."
"Tell the instructor, we are not shit!" Zhuo Li shouted with a red face.
"You have to prove it to me whether you are bullshit or not." Li Jianguo raised the cane and pointed at the mountain peak not far away and said, "Climb up within ten minutes and show me that you are not bullshit."