Chapter 176 Meat

After Wang Dingyuan finished his speech on the public channel, it wasn't long before Battalion Commander Xiao Xing of the People's Army stationed in Huarez Town greeted his superiors, gathered his reinforced battalion of nearly seven hundred men, and quickly withdrew from the battlefield.

The group boarded their military vehicles and sped along the Old Mexican government's inland route towards Guada City. Because Xiao Xing's battalion was stationed relatively far back, the road back to Guada City was not too long.

Xiao Xing's full name was Xing Yao. He was born in the pre-development zone outside Dragon City and was an ordinary Chinese youth. His father was a soldier in the Chi Army and gloriously sacrificed during the Chi Army's first occupation of Huarez Town.

To support his family, Xing Yao took over his father's mantle and joined the Chi Army, starting from the bottom. Because he was quick-witted and performed exceptionally well, he was recommended by the People's Army as an outstanding young talent and entered the Panama City Military Academy for four years of study.

After returning, he was directly appointed as a company commander and later promoted to battalion commander.

Although his rank wasn't very high, he had participated in many battles and earned some military merits.

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Five hours later, Guada City, Western Military Alliance.

Everyone in Modamon's command post was swamped, processing battlefield information and actively preparing for war.

Core generals and warlords surrounded a nearby sand table, constantly discussing tactical plans.

Modamon stood with his hands behind his back in front of a large screen, watching live footage of the battlefield.

Intelligence officers constantly ran over to report the latest battle reports, raising their hands to him.

"Report, General, the 125th Regiment is under attack!"

"Report, General, Hill 311 has fallen!"

"Report, General..."

Modamon frowned, saying nothing.

Paru stood beside him and couldn't help but say after hearing these reports, "Our troops engaged the enemy at the front and discovered that the opposing force is composed of troops with three different skin colors: Lao Maozi (Russians), Blacks, and Chinese! They are wearing different military uniforms, but they are attacking us together! This is too strange. I have never seen anything like this before! They don't seem to be commanded by anyone and their tactics are completely unpredictable! These people first attacked the trenches, and when they found the attack was ineffective, they detoured from the side and ran to attack our forward communications unit... The key is, they run away after attacking, without continuing the attack. They are just like bandits."

After hearing Paru's words, the Chief of General Staff also frowned and said, "Yes, the defensive lines we set up according to conventional strategy are completely ineffective against them. Because we have no idea which side they are attacking from, there is gunfire everywhere. Many of our forward troops have been disrupted! Many units have suffered heavy losses and have begun to retreat!"

"Yes, what kind of tactics are they using?"

"Your Excellency Modamon, what do you think?"

Everyone turned to him for help.

Modamon pondered for a long time, looked at the real-time footage on the screen, and said through gritted teeth, "A fist may be able to be broken, but an iron ball cannot be broken! Order our troops to continue to contract inward! At the same time, dig deeper trenches to avoid aerial attacks. As long as we can gather our strength, their wolf pack tactics of fighting independently will not be effective!"

"Yes!"

The generals were invigorated and immediately began to execute the order.

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At dawn, outside Guada City.

On a hilltop, Xing Yao was lying on the ground, drinking wine and looking at the chaotic battlefield in the distance through binoculars.

After arriving here, they hid their military vehicles and have been lurking here, waiting for an opportunity.

After a while, Deputy Battalion Commander Lao Qian approached, took a breath of cold air, and nudged him with his elbow, "The brothers have been lying here for half a day. What are you planning to do?"

Xing Yao looked into the distance and said, "I haven't figured it out yet. It's too chaotic here! It proves that as long as there are rewards, there are tactics!"

Lao Qian rubbed his hands and couldn't help asking, "How long do we have to lie here?"

Xing Yao smiled, "Hehe, we haven't gotten any meat yet, don't worry! Come, have a drink! Do you have any peanuts left? Give me some?"

The two joked with each other and lay there quietly for another two hours.

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The unit led by Xing Yao was different from other battalion-level units. In this unit, the soldiers were very patient. If they were told not to move, they would never ask questions, and many of them drank alcohol during combat.

Xing Yao and the officers below had been disciplined by the higher-ups for this, but it had no effect. The soldiers still drank as they pleased, and even brought some snacks and side dishes in their self-heating combat rations.

Even Fei Pingsheng had scolded Xing Yao, saying that he led a drunken battalion, but despite the scolding, the commanders of this unit had not been removed from their positions despite repeated mistakes.

After a long wait, Xing Yao was lying in the mountains and was getting sleepy!

"Wuwuwu—"

"Boom boom!"

At this moment, a piercing charge alarm suddenly sounded from the left, followed by a deafening burst of artillery fire!

Xing Yao immediately woke up, turned around, raised his binoculars, and looked in the direction of the sound with a flushed face.

In his vision, a large group of soldiers wearing Old Mexican government military uniforms were mindlessly charging towards a position!

Xing Yao's eyes lit up, and he reached out and nudged Lao Qian, who was lying next to him, "Wake up! There are brother units taking the heat for us. Time to get some meat!"

"Let me see!"

Lao Qian shook his head, raised his head, and took the binoculars to take a look.

In the distance, those Black men were carrying guns, without any tactics, just following behind armored vehicles, roaring and pushing forward.

These people were extremely stubborn, braving the enemy's hail of bullets, and actually throwing directional explosives into the enemy's trenches.

Bullets and fire intertwined. Allies kept falling, and enemies were constantly blasted out of the trenches!

"Tsk tsk... these Black brothers are indeed iron-blooded warriors!" Lao Qian couldn't help clicking his tongue, then put down the binoculars and turned to look at his own battalion commander: "What are your thoughts?"

Xing Yao pointed mysteriously to the side, "Did you see any changes in the nine o'clock direction?"

Lao Qian shook his head, "I didn't notice. What's wrong?"

Xing Yao explained, "Since we got here, that point has launched at least six artillery strikes outward! And look at the direction the Black brothers have been charging, the defense is very strong! They've been charging more than a dozen times, but they still haven't taken it down. What does that mean? Why do they have to squat here? There must be a big fish here."

Lao Qian understood and his eyes lit up.

Xing Yao put down the binoculars, patted him on the shoulder, "Notify our people to travel light, leave fifty people to take care of the heavy supplies and the convoy! We're going to quickly kill the nine o'clock direction!"

"Okay!"

Lao Qian said, putting his hands to his lips and whistling loudly, "Shuuu—"

Shua shua shua!

Suddenly, six or seven hundred soldiers emerged from the hillside behind them, brushed off the camouflage covering them, and began to gather together.

A few minutes later, gunshots rang out loudly in the nine o'clock direction!

"Da da da!"

Xing Yao hung the tactical backpack on his chest, carried an automatic rifle, shot and exploded the head of an enemy soldier in the front trench, and roared with unparalleled bravery: "This is a war without privileges!! Open rewards to the whole army, those gilded second-generation officials, get the hell to the back!! Are kings and generals born with a silver spoon in their mouths?! Anyone with blood, anyone who wants to be promoted and get rich, follow me!!!"

In a chaotic world, there must be rising stars! Many unknown people are waiting for an opportunity!

The soldiers fought more and more bravely, charging towards the position!

...

On an unknown island outside Dragon City.

Yuan Biao secretly set off with his troops without informing Plastic Surgery Face.

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End of Chapter 3!