Chapter 51 The Saint Paul Front

Saint Paul City, war room.

"Report, General." The chief of staff looked at the war map and shouted, "The Blackwater Legion's helicopter formation has been repelled. Should we pursue?"

"No need." Gustav waved his hand. "Just have the air defense forces keep an eye on them. For every one they shoot down, they'll buy two more tomorrow. There's no need to continue tangling with their air force."

"Yes!" The chief of staff nodded, about to issue the order.

"Wait." Gustav stopped him. "What are the losses to our helicopter formation?"

"Eight were destroyed," the chief of staff immediately reported.

"Mm." Gustav waved him away, then took out his phone and called Gwen.

"Hello?" Gwen answered the phone. "I was just about to call you. How's the situation on your side?"

"Not ideal." Gustav's tone was a little urgent. "The enemy has launched a general offensive against us, and we have suffered heavy losses. Two armored corps have been destroyed, and thirty helicopters have been scrapped. Mr. Director, the enemy has powerful firepower. Although my men can continue to fight, I cannot accept such losses. I'd like to ask, when will your next batch of military supplies arrive?"

"???"

Gwen was dumbfounded, thinking, is he fighting a war while asking for supplies?!

After a long pause, Gwen roared back, "General! Don't worry about military supplies. What I promised you will be fulfilled. Just fight well."

"The best equipment must be sent to Saint Paul City on the fastest transport plane, or I don't know if I can protect the people of the Chinese Labor Association," Gustav said urgently.

Gwen responded as if coaxing his grandfather, "The first batch of military supplies will definitely arrive before tomorrow night!"

"A very pleasant cooperation." Gustav hung up the phone contentedly.

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Eastern defensive position of the First Division.

As Xin Xiaodong predicted, although the helicopter formation had retreated to the rear, the eastern defense line was collapsing little by little under the fierce attack of the Third Division.

"Doo, doo doo...!"

The Third Division's bugle sounded again, and the soldiers, as if injected with stimulants, launched another charge of thousands of people, rushing towards the east side of the enemy's position for the second time.

The main regiments of Gustav's forces also began to fight desperately, because they no longer had room to retreat. This was not a war between people of the same race, and the consequences of being captured were self-evident.

The soldiers of Saint Paul City were also red-eyed, engaging in a bloody battle with the Third Division's assault troops in the trenches. The situation was extremely tragic.

"Da da da!"

Bullets crisscrossed the battlefield, and rows of soldiers fell, but new soldiers quickly replaced them and continued to attack!

The entire position seemed to have become a meat grinder, with corpses stained with blood everywhere.

...

At this time, at the edge of the dense forest behind the position, Wu Shixiong led two hundred disguised anti-terrorism team soldiers, quietly lying on the ground, observing the battle.

Their faces were smeared with gray, and their bodies were covered with dirt, observing the battle situation.

Seeing the position in front of them in chaos and the rear position somewhat empty, Wu Shixiong made a judgment in his mind, and immediately ordered, "The time has come, act according to the planned plan! Everyone is divided into four teams, A, B, C, and D, and infiltrate the enemy's formation separately!"

With an order, two hundred anti-terrorism team soldiers lying down immediately got up, and then moved closer to each other. In the blink of an eye, they were divided into four teams.

Wu Shixiong and another squad leader, as well as two deputy squad leaders, each led a team.

"Action!" Wu Shixiong waved his hand, and the four teams separated and moved towards the position.

Although they were all wearing Saint Paul City uniforms, their faces were still Chinese. Fortunately, it was night, and the night was the best disguise. As long as they didn't meet the enemy at close range, they wouldn't easily expose their identities, because the battlefield was too chaotic.

Team C advanced along the road. Soon, four or five military vehicles appeared in front of them.

Each military vehicle was filled with a large number of wounded soldiers. They had just been rotated from the front line and had almost completely lost their combat capabilities. They could only be sent to the rear for emergency treatment.

In one of the military vehicles sat a commander wearing a military cap. Judging from his rank, he should be a battalion-level or regimental-level officer.

The convoy did not discover the identities of Team C, and subconsciously regarded them as rotated soldiers.

The captain of Team C immediately waved his hand, "Drones, prepare!"

All the soldiers immediately half-squatted on the ground, quickly opened the backpacks behind them, and took out black drones from inside.

"Buzz buzz..."

These drones were about the size of two palms. Under the control of the soldiers, they rose into the high sky together.

The soldiers in the military vehicle had not yet understood what was happening when a drone crashed into the driver's window of one of the vehicles.

"Bang, boom!!"

The drone exploded instantly, the window of the military vehicle shattered, and countless shrapnel swept into the vehicle, instantly turning the driver and the officer into sieves.

"Bang!!"

The military vehicle lost control and crashed into the trench on the side of the road.

"Enemy attack!"

"These people are disguised enemy troops! Attack, attack immediately!"

"Watch out for their drones!"

The soldiers of the First Division finally reacted. They raised their automatic rifles and prepared to attack, but because their commander was killed, they were in a state of chaos for a while.

More drones flew over and detonated in the crowd! Every time a drone exploded, seven or eight soldiers were blown away, blasted into a bloody mess.

"Da da da!"

While the drones were attacking, the snipers of Team C also opened fire one after another, quickly clearing the remaining soldiers.

In almost two or three minutes, all the soldiers in the entire convoy were dead, and the ground was covered with flames and corpses. Team C was almost entirely unscathed. Only two soldiers were hit by bullets, but they were blocked by their body armor.

"Clean up, move quickly, and advance to the chaotic area of the battlefield." The captain waved his hand, and everyone immediately fled the scene.

...

At the same time, Team B also encountered its target.

In front of them was an enemy ammunition supply depot, and hundreds of soldiers were frantically moving ammunition boxes onto the trucks next to them.

"Hurry! Hurry! Cheer me up!" A deputy battalion commander in charge of ammunition supply waved his hands, directing the soldiers.

"Stop!" The captain of the squad that was advancing raised his right hand and spread his palm. All the members of the anti-terrorism team immediately stopped and stood in place, waiting for instructions.

"Snipers, prepare to kill the commander." The captain issued an order: "Other team members, load grenade launchers!"

The soldiers all took out grenade accessories from the leg pockets in unison and loaded them into the grenade launchers below the muzzles.

"Aim at the ammunition boxes, attack!"

"Boom boom boom...!"

A sound like opening beer bottles rose up, and a row of gun-mounted grenade launchers fired out.

These grenades drew arcs in the air and landed precisely on the ammunition boxes in front of them.

"Rumble...!!"

The ammunition boxes were directly detonated, and several soldiers around them were instantly melted.

"Enemy attack, defense...!"

"Bang!"

Before the deputy battalion commander could finish his words, a bullet instantly hit his head, killing him on the spot.

The battlefield was chaotic. After entering the battlefield, the special operations detachment of the anti-terrorism bureau had very clear targets. They only looked for small command units to destroy, struck quickly and moved quickly, continued to harass, and continued to create greater chaos.

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At the same time, Da Xiong led his fifty-man squad, lying in a trench, watching the chaos in front of them.

"Ge... Get ready to charge." Da Xiong still stuttered a bit when he was nervous.

"It's already chaotic, are we still going to charge in?" A nearby officer couldn't help but ask, "Would it be less risky to patrol the periphery?"

Da Xiong waved his hand, and replied calmly, "O...Our clothes are the best camouflage, but if we fire here first, the whole team will be exposed, and our next energy will have to be spent on avoiding encirclement and suppression. A good knife should be used on good meat, don't be impatient, and keep pushing forward!"

Everyone nodded and continued to push forward.