Chapter 0763: Slashing with a knife, blood is not left
The dense forest, which was burnt black and almost charred, was getting closer and closer. In the silent forest, the pitiful screams of some burnt but still alive soldiers could be heard.
At the same time, there was also the scent of human flesh that drifted along the sea breeze. The stomachs of the American soldiers who had been hungry all night were silently scratching, and their throats were dripping with saliva.
The shrill screams in the dense forest basically belong to American soldiers who have been brainwashed by Gu insects.
It was vaguely apparent from their clothing that these soldiers who were seriously injured but not dead were the original garrison in Guam, or naval soldiers from the Expeditionary Combined Fleet.
Americans, Australians, Californians, English, French, and soldiers from more than thirty countries are all present in this small island of Guam...
At first glance, the targets who were bombarded by the five-unit electronically controlled artillery were all brainwashed soldiers who were captured and became Sulan's subordinates.
Could it be that the troops who fought tenaciously and resolutely attacked us were originally soldiers from Guam and the Combined Fleet?
Why is this happening? Why can't I see a single Chinese soldier?
I and my people worked hard, endured many hardships and dangers, and paid a high price to land on Guam. But from yesterday to today, I didn’t see a single Chinese soldier, not to mention a living person, and I didn’t see a single corpse...
Du Lan felt sad. He had several choices. The first was to continue going deep into the dense forest, and he would get a result anyway.
There is another option that is not a choice. Give the soldiers who were burned to ashes in the woods a decent burial, give an explanation to the American Allies, and then slowly figure it out...
The last battle plan is to decisively return to the beaches on the west coast of Guam and rely on strong engineering trenches to wait for reinforcements.
In this way, Duran is tantamount to admitting that he is incompetent and is no different from the two generals Gordon and Blair.
In this life, I will never be able to meet a five-star general, let alone a six-star general!
A total of 300,000 Marines and more than 300 underwater troop carriers that have never existed in the United States lost one-third in a day and night. When they returned to the White House, they could not explain to the Department of Defense and President Trump.
Parents who send their children to the front line in China will definitely lose their minds and go to the streets when they hear that their son or daughter has died. What's worse, they will parade in front of their homes and tear themselves to pieces...
The hearts of Mitura and Duran were complicated, but they did not stop. As the soldiers surged forward, they rushed into the dense forest with black smoke...
"General, there are still many seriously injured soldiers in the woods who are not dead. They are all soldiers of the Joint Expeditionary Fleet. Look..."
A captain's adjutant belonging to Mitura, Dulan, reported with a complicated expression.
"How many people are there? Is there any hope of saving them?"
Knowing that there was no hope of survival after being directly hit by five consecutive electronically controlled artillery, Mitula and Duran still couldn't help but ask.
He is just an iron-blooded soldier, not a beast. At least he still has a trace of kindness towards his fellow soldiers in his own country.
"The burn area of the whole body is more than 80% for the least soldier. Guam lacks medical treatment and medicine, and there is no hope of saving him!"
The adjutant answered matter-of-factly, with some hesitation on his face, but finally couldn't help but add:
"But something is very strange. As long as these seriously injured soldiers have a breath, they are still attacking our soldiers with those backward Bayi bars. Those without weapons use their teeth and severed hands..."
Listening to the adjutant's report, Mitula and Duran heard the soldiers who rushed into the depths of the jungle and were attacked by those charred soldiers, screaming before they died.
What happened to these soldiers? Have their souls been robbed by the devil?
Mitura and Duran's complexions gradually turned livid, and a very bad premonition came to their mind.
After thinking deeply for a moment, Mitura and Duran suddenly woke up and yelled at the adjutant:
"Immediately, stop the attack deep in the jungle! Let all our boys withdraw."
The adjutant nodded, raised his hand to make an American military salute, and turned to leave.
"Oh! Wait a minute, I will add another order. Give mercy to all the burnt soldiers who can be seen in the dense forest! They will be even more miserable alive..."
Mitura, Duran stopped the captain's adjutant and added briefly.
"Sir, if this matter gets out, it will have a great impact on you in the future. You may even be held accountable for massacring our own soldiers and being accused of war crimes..."
The adjutant paused for a moment.
"Execute it! These brothers have had enough. Even if I don't issue this order, do I still have a place in the White House? If I can't take Guam, everything will become passive."
Mitura, Duran sighed, then widened his eyes and looked in a certain direction deep in the jungle in shock.
A piece of black mist came from nowhere, rising quietly from the ground like a ghost...
"The situation may change. Inform our young men and prepare for a decisive battle with the enemy!"
Mitura and Duran's eyes flickered, with a faint look of fear.
Everything that happened before his eyes was beyond his ability to understand.
"Your Majesty General, look around Guam."
The adjutant screamed in surprise.
Mitura and Duran were shocked when they heard this, and turned to look in the air pointed by the adjutant.
The entire sky around Guam is surrounded by a dozen hazy light pillars that break through the sky.
Those light pillars cut through the void like searchlights in the middle of the night. The only difference is that it is broad daylight now, and those light pillars are not the kind of white light in the dark night, but more like a rainbow.
"What is that, my God?"
Mitura and Duran stared at the sky in shock and muttered to themselves.
Immediately afterwards, Mitura and Duran heard the adjutant scream again, but when he looked back, he only saw a black lightning piercing his body.
The next second, Mitura and Duran opened their mouths wide, their faces twisted in pain, and their whole bodies became stiff, unable to take a step...
Like Mitura, Duran was equally stiff, and his adjutant...
pain!
In extreme pain, Lingmitula, Duran's will almost collapsed, and his back felt as if coffin nails were forcibly driven into his central nervous system.
The physical pain only reaches the face and then stops abruptly!
Then a bolt of white lightning rushed out from a hidden corner in the dense forest.
Mitura, Duran's eyes have not lost sight yet, he clearly saw an extremely beautiful scene...
An old man with a white beard wearing a white robe and a tall round hairpin on his head rushed out on a horse.
The white-bearded old man's right hand waved a thick-backed sword that could only be seen in ancient China.
The white horse was the pet of MacArthur and Blair, the former commander of the Guam garrison.
The beautiful Guam is not only an offshore base of the United States, but also a famous tourist destination. Unfortunately, there is a small horse racing farm on the island, and every horse in it is a world-famous breed.
"Definitely..."
The sharp sound of horse hoofbeats sounded, and the old man rode past the adjutant with a sword...
At that moment, the man was like a dragon, the horse was like the wind, and the sword was like lightning...
"No!"
Mitura, Duran's pupils dilated sharply, a roar could only stay in his throat, and he let out a trace of whimpering.
"Pfft!"
Next to Duran, a corpse swayed and fell, and his adjutant was beheaded by an old man riding a horse with his mane pulled off.
The old man with a white beard sitting on the horse looking triumphantly, looking around and smiling, is Niu Bi Huang Zhong.
Somehow this old guy got lucky. He found a small stable that happened to be away from all the aerial bombs. From it, he got more than a dozen racehorses in excellent condition.
One of the white Commonwealth white-hoofed racehorses was exactly what Huang Zhong wanted!
The old guy, who was so itchy, couldn't help but get on his horse, and for the people who were following behind him, he performed a charge of the ancient war horse, where he walked thousands of miles through the snow without leaving any trace, and swung his sword to kill the ancient war horse without leaving any blood...
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The second chapter update will be released at 9 o'clock.
