When the creatures in the wilderness also started to change, the rivers started to become dangerous.
In the early years, there were still people who went into the rivers to catch fish. But now, the fishermen had to be careful. If they did not hold the fish firmly, they might get their fingers bitten off by the omnivorous fish.
As the Kong Clan was located in the east, the fishing industry was very developed. But in recent years, this industry had rapidly declined. It was not that the fish had run out of sales, but that they could no longer go out to sea.
No one knew what kind of animal knuckle the northern barbarians had used to make the ferocious fish scatter. It looked like they had prepared a backup plan.
The Qingyan River was the main river in Mt. Dashi, and it flowed from the Northwest to the Southeast. In order to pass through this river, the Pyro Company had even specially built sturdy arched bridges.
And now, the Qingyan River was the water source for P5092's main forces. It was only 300 meters away from the riverbank closest to the campsite.
When P5092 gave the order for the main forces to attack Longtan Canyon, the entire Pyro Company's campsite became empty. It was no longer as lively as it used to be. From the outside, it even looked a little deserted.
The Pyro Company's main forces had spent several days forcing all the barbarians into Longtan Canyon. Now was the time to reap the fruits of their labor. In order to ensure that the main forces could completely suppress the barbarians, P5092 almost sent out the chow squad. Therefore, when dawn arrived, no one noticed danger approaching.
Outside Longtan Canyon, the Pyro Company's mortars had already made their final adjustments and took aim. Meanwhile, temporary fortifications had been built on the passages leading into and out of the canyon, and the roads were sealed off with heavy machine guns.
This way, the Pyro Company could ensure that not a single barbarian could leave the canyon alive.
The frontline commander reported to P5092 over the radio, "Sir, the deployment has been completed. We're now waiting for the recon company to confirm the number of barbarians in the canyon."
"Call the recon company back and open fire. Cover the entire canyon with firepower. Plough the interior of the canyon first before anything else," P5092 said calmly in the command vehicle at the campsite.
Mortar shells were not valuable. They did not use them in the mountains because they could not pinpoint the barbarians' location. What they had been doing for the past few days was to gather the barbarians together and kill them all in one fell swoop with artillery fire.
The Dragon Pool Canyon did not cover a large area. It was not difficult to cover the entire area with firepower.
Of course, there would still be quite a number of barbarians who survived after the barrage of firepower was over, but at that time, their combat prowess would also plummet.
The next moment, the frontline commander hung up the communication device and directly ordered the mortar troops, "Open fire, cover the entire area with firepower!"
This time, the barbarians were no longer facing the small-scale hunting and killing of the guerrillas. Instead, they were facing the powerful firearms that the people of the Central Plains truly relied on to survive!
The sounds of explosions, screams, and angry roars mixed together in the canyon. It was only at this moment that the frontline commanders felt relieved. Previously, the reconnaissance company had been stopped before they could infiltrate the canyon, so the Pyro Company was not sure if the barbarians were really inside.
Although the plan was very meticulous, and P5092 had already directed the troops to seal off the entire wilderness step by step, no one could guarantee they had really forced the barbarians into the canyon before they got a conclusive answer.
As long as there was a 1% chance of an accident occurring, there would still be unforeseen changes to the real war.
Now, the frontline commanders could finally heave a sigh of relief.
When the artillery fire gradually subsided, the frontline commander immediately ordered the infantry regiment to enter the canyon to complete the final harvest.
The infantry regiment put on gas masks and fired a large number of tear gas canisters into the canyon with grenade launchers. Only then did they start advancing.
A faint white smoke filled the canyon as the Pyro Company's soldiers charged into the canyon in a tight formation.
But just 30 minutes after the infantry regiment entered, a nervous report rang out on the radio, "The number of barbarians isn't right. There's only a little over 100 of them here!"
The frontline commander frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, all the barbarians who survived the artillery fire in the canyon have been captured. According to the intel given by the reconnaissance company, there should have been about 300 people in the canyon, but there's only a little over 100 of them here."
"Interrogate them directly!" The frontline commander shouted on the radio, "Interrogate them directly in the canyon. Ask them where the rest of them are!"
But at this moment, a barbarian whose arms were tied up knelt on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. He sneered and said, "They're willing to abandon their homes just to capture us?"
The infantry regiment's officer immediately realized something was wrong. He shouted on the radio, "The barbarians are probably launching a surprise attack on our camp! Sir, should we return to reinforce them? "
The frontline commander's expression changed. He shouted at the radio operator, "Connect me to the command vehicle!"
However, the radio operator shook his head. "I can't get through! There's no response from the other side! "
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Outside the campsite, over a hundred barbarians climbed onto the riverbank like water ghosts. They looked at the campsite that was about 300 meters away from them and shook the water off their giant axes.
The leader of the barbarians sneered, "Charge! The expeditionary army will remember you. When the general builds a palace on the land of the Central Plains, your names will be engraved on a stone tablet at the entrance of the palace."
With that, he shouted, "Long live the expeditionary army! Charge! "
A moment later, over a hundred barbarians who looked like water ghosts started running wildly. Their heavy footsteps sounded like war drums on the riverbank.
To a normal person, it would take about 40 seconds to sprint 300 meters. But to these barbarians, it only took them 10 seconds.
In a war that could last for several months or years, ten seconds was as short as an instant.
The barbarians had already thought of how they were going to kill all the soldiers in this campsite. Moreover, they would be the first advance guard of the expeditionary army to kill a high-ranking commander of the Pyro Company!
The leader of the barbarians charged even faster. Among the wild beasts, he seemed to be the strongest leader, and his physical fitness was clearly stronger than theirs.
A moment later, a blinding searchlight suddenly lit up in front of them. The barbarians used their arms to block the light, but they could vaguely see an officer in his thirties standing in the middle of the campsite. He was neatly wearing a military cap and standing with his hands behind his back. This person was P5092, who the barbarians wanted to kill the most.
Meanwhile, in front of P5092 was a heavy machine gun position formed by several dozen soldiers.
P5092 laughed heartily and said, "Everyone, you've come from afar, but as the host, we didn't prepare any gifts for you. How disrespectful. However, I have a surprise for all of you. "
The barbarian leader was stunned. From the looks of it, the other party should have expected them to attack the campsite!
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