After Martial Lynx killed the enemy, he forcefully pulled the bolt, and the scalding bullets immediately fell to the ground. He raised his hand to look at the time on his watch, then turned his head and softly said, "Mission complete, retreat!"
The orderly nodded and immediately went to relay the order.
Boom boom boom! Cannonballs kept exploding on the hills nearby. Roland kept passing the cannonballs to her companions. Seeing the sparks from the cannonballs, she guessed that those monkeys must've been blown up into nothingness.
At 7: 35 in the morning, Rolans, who was lying behind the sandbag, was woken up by the burning cigarette in his hand. After a tiring night, Rolans wanted to give himself a boost. In the end, he only took one puff before his eyes closed. He only realized it when the cigarette burned his hand.
Yawning, the sleepy Rolans suddenly realized that his surroundings were especially quiet. He quickly raised his head and looked around. Just these two glances instantly scared Rolans half to death!
All around him, his companions seemed to have fallen asleep. Some were lying on the sandbag, some were lying on the ground, and some were directly leaning against the ammunition box and sleeping soundly. What was even more exaggerated was that Kotse, who had scolded him the most, was snoring loudly in his sleep. The sounds he made from his mouth could be heard from two meters away.
Nervously looking at the enemy's position, there didn't seem to be any movements. Rolans let out a sigh of relief. Oh my god! These guys are really daring. Huh? I think I've seen a similar scene somewhere before! Seems like! Seems like …
In the comic Rabbit that I've seen on the computer in my previous life, there was a picture that was almost the same as this one when they were fighting against the Red Star Monkeys. That year, the monkeys couldn't take it anymore, so they laid on the sandbag and slept soundly. In the end, they didn't even realize that the enemies had arrived in front of them. Don't wake up if you're asleep! Kiss!, And then, there was no then.
Rolans didn't dare to wake these guys up by himself. He quickly turned around and returned to Carlos's camp to report. Amidst the angry scolding of the commander, the sleepy guys finally woke up.
In these few hours of battle, 11 people from Party B died, 3 were heavily injured, and 7 were lightly injured. Ironically, after searching for the direction of the enemy's attack, they didn't find a single corpse. What was worth mentioning was that only two of Huang Tao's men had died in the ambush. Excluding those idiots who were loyal to Rolans, there were only six of them left. (The term "half-wit" is used in jest to describe a person who can't do or manage anything well.) There was one more thing. Li Wenzhong, the commander of the 33rd Regiment of the NY Special Forces Mixed Brigade, who Rolans had wanted to save, was one of the seriously injured. Although he was bleeding profusely, he managed to survive until the rescue helicopter arrived. He did board the helicopter, but he was on the verge of death.
This morning, Rolans had a hard time. He couldn't sleep because of the monkey, and in the morning, he had to guide the helicopter to land. Although he had rested for five hours in the afternoon, Rolans still felt very tired when he woke up.
At 19: 35 after dinner, Rolans and the rest sent off their commanding officer, Carlos, who had just boarded the helicopter. Although Carlos had only suffered minor injuries, he still needed to go to the base for treatment. In order to prevent his wounds from getting inflamed, he still needed to take an injection and some medicine!
Originally, the command center had planned to send a new commanding officer over to take over the camp, but Carlos couldn't stop worrying about his subordinates who would never grow up. He knew very well what kind of people they were. Besides, the battle last night had basically exhausted the entire camp's combat strength. (During the Vietnamese war, the US Army's combat strength was very weak. The truly powerful Americans were stationed in West Germany to defend against the SL. Basically, those who came to Vietnam were rookies who were only slightly stronger than the National Guard.) There weren't many people on night duty. In order to prevent any accidents from happening, Carlos warned them again and again. He only left when Rolans and the rest nodded in agreement. Before he left, he even contacted the command center. When Rolans learned that the reinforcements that were supposed to arrive at 8 AM the next day would arrive at 3 AM, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.
That night was indeed not peaceful. At 1: 15 AM, Bici and the rest were making a racket about getting off work and going to bed. Despite Rolans's persuasion, they still couldn't stay. All of them ran back to the camp to sleep.
Rolans was extremely anxious. The entire camp seemed to be empty now that these guys had slipped away. How could this work? Now, there were only about a dozen US Army soldiers defending the camp. Helpless, he woke up all the NY soldiers who had been relieved. After paying 50 cans of food, six boxes of beer, and two months' worth of wages, the camp's defenses were finally impregnable!
At 2: 29 AM, a gunshot rang out in the distance. A US Army soldier was hit in the palm by a bullet. In order not to fall asleep, this unlucky fellow stuck his hand out of the sandbag while smoking. The red dots on his hand were extremely mesmerizing in the night. There was no justice in not shooting such an obvious target.
After the gunshot, the fellow rolled on the ground with his hand in his arms. From the wound, it seemed that he had lost a finger. Under Rolans's instructions, Bruce gave the fellow a shot. After the gunshot, there was no movement for a full 20 minutes. After that, there was an explosion on the road that Rolans and the rest were repairing. This time, the explosion finally caused Bici and the rest to roll out of the tent.
Bici and the rest stared at the explosion site with pale faces. Half an hour later, someone could not help but ask, "Did you see the enemy?"
No one answered this question! It was not until 4 AM, when the familiar sound of helicopter propellers came from the sky, that everyone could finally breathe a sigh of relief. After receiving instructions from the ground pilots, the helicopters that were delivering reinforcements turned their huge bodies and began to fire in all directions. Each helicopter had four machine guns and a rocket launcher. This time, there were three, which meant that there were 12 12.7mm heavy machine guns. Da da da da! The bullets from the helicopters were like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. Coupled with the rocket launcher under the belly of the helicopters, the surroundings were quickly turned into a sea of fire.
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