Chapter 382 Threat of Death

From the Farah Pass to the northwest, four kilometers away, there is a gully formed by crustal movement. This gully is not long. It's like a huge wheel with a diameter of several hundred meters crushing a trace on the flat ground. The middle of the gully is deep, but the two ends are like a gentle slope, which can drive out from the bottom of the gully.

At this moment, tanks are parked in this well-known gully by the locals. Even if it is quiet, you can still feel a sense of murder when you see these tall and powerful steel weapons.

As the temporary commander of this armored force, Luo Xiang did not stay in the tank, but waited quietly in a naturally formed cave. Waiting for the order of the assault.

Originally, Luo Xiang would not appear here. However, because the officers and soldiers of the Mingzhu Army's tank battalion have not finished their training, their understanding of tank operations is limited to fur. In addition, the captain of each tank at this time is a member of the Meteor Commando. In order to better command these "God's Pride", Luo Xiang, the captain of the Meteor Commando, had to come here in person.

Suddenly, there was a roar of a machine in the calm gully. A jeep rushed in from the gully and parked directly outside the cave where Luo Xiang was. A second lieutenant of the Ming cooking army jumped out of the jeep and got into the cave.

"Report, sir, the Kenyan army has crossed the Farah Valley and is moving towards our garrison!" The second lieutenant reported loudly after saluting Luo Xiang.

Luo Xiang's quiet face finally showed a smile. Didn't they wait here for a few hours to be the last straw to defeat the Kenyan army?

Originally, the target of the tank battalion was the armored forces in the Kenyan infantry regiment. But now, the other side's armored forces have been solved by the helicopter gunship formation. The mission of the tank battalion has changed accordingly. When the Kenyan army exchanged fire with the first regiment of the Mingzhu Army, it suddenly came out from behind them and completely ended the battle.

"How far are they from the defense line of the first regiment?" Luo Xiang suddenly asked.

"It's still ten kilometers away, because the other party didn't take the vehicle. It takes an hour to reach the first regiment of defense!" The second lieutenant counted silently for a while and replied in an affirmative tone.

Luo Xiang showed a satisfied smile on his face and said, "Well, you continue to observe them. We will start leaving here in 50 minutes. Attack back and forth with the first regiment, and annihilate the invading enemy in one fell swoop!"

Second Lieutenant was also excited by Luo Xiang's words. He used to be a refugee. After experiencing many hardships, I have a strong sense of belonging to the Ming cooking army. Now the Mingzhu Army is about to defeat the army of Kenya. A desire suddenly arose in his heart to fight with a gun on the front line. However, he still understands his responsibilities. Suppress this desire abruptly. After saluting Luo Xiang again, he left in a jeep.

... With a wave of scouts sent out, the news that came back to report was that no trace of the enemy was found. This made Musila feel bad in her heart.

He knows that the Ming Cook Army has at least a thousand soldiers on the Soken border. Now there is not even a figure. What is the reason for 'gone out' all the five-kilometers of the border?

As the target of Musila's revenge, the two Mi-24 helicopter gunships disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

This feeling of power and nowhere makes Musila feel very depressed. Where have these damn militants gone? Since you have helicopters, why don't you come and attack us?

Musila, who hated Mingzhujun, began to think that when he caught these cunning militants, he must torture them fiercely to offset his hatred.

"Ban Bang..."

At this moment, there was a gunshot not far ahead. The team that was about to dry up was immediately excited. Musila took the telescope handed over by an officer next to him and saw two of his own soldiers shooting at a pair of rocks. It seems that there are terrible demons hidden in the rocks.

Seeing this scene, Musila was overjoyed. The actions of the soldiers showed that the cunning militants did not escape. Instead, hide somewhere.

"Quick, let someone go and kill that damn militant... No, I'm going to live. I want to catch it alive..." Musila put down his telescope and roared excitedly at the adjutant on one side.

When the soldiers of a class did not reach the pile of rocks, the exchange of fire over there was over. Two Kenyan soldiers have fallen to the ground. Everyone was shot at least five times. And the 'cunning militants' ran away without a trace.

When he got the news, Musila couldn't help but get angry and scolded that his men were all fools. Use all of Mulengaru's previous insults to him on his men. Only by releasing the Buddha can he relieve the shame in his heart.

Forty minutes later, the Kenyan army finally came to the front of a valley. This valley is no better than the small valley north of the Farah Pass. Between the two bare peaks, a valley stretching several kilometers appeared in the eyes of the Kenyan army.

Standing on a hillside, Musila looked at a map spread out by his men and frowned from time to time.

This valley is a good place for ambush. Although at both ends of the valley, the peaks seem to be bare, and there is no cover at all. The scouts did not find the ambush enemy either. But in the middle of the valley, there is a section of weathering rock nearly one kilometer long. The uneven terrain and many caves have become an excellent ambush site.

To become the commander of a troupe, Musila still has basic military capabilities. Coupled with the huge losses of armored forces and helicopter formations caused by contempt, Musila now seems to be very cautious.

Are those missing militants hiding somewhere in this weathered rock and have a sudden attack when their team crosses there?

Musila called an officer from a border camp and asked, "Is there any other way to the Mingzhu Army garrison?" He wondered if he could get around here. Straight to the station of the 5th Regiment of the Mingzhu Army.

The officer of the border camp has been in the border camp for more than ten years. You can say that you know the surrounding terrain very well. Hearing the officer's inquiry, he answered without thinking, "Sir, if you want to go around this valley, you have to turn a big circle. If you have a car, you can reach the Mingzhu army station in about an hour. If you walk, it will take at least four hours."

Four hours? Muxila's face turned darker when he heard this number. Fortunately, everyone is black, and they can't see it at all. But four hours is too long. When these 700 people go to the Mingzhu Army garrison, do they still have the strength to fight?

"Sir, as long as we send more soldiers to investigate, I think we can guard against the other side's ambush!" At this time, an officer proposed. It's not someone else, it's the intelligence officer who has a 'enmity' with Musila.

It is impossible to choose the road of walking for four more hours, so that everyone will die when they arrive at the Mingzhu Army station. Walking in the valley, it is only 20 minutes' walk to the Mingzhu Army garrison at most. However, there may be an ambush in the middle of the valley.

The power of the two evils is the lightest. Musila decided to go to the valley after a little thought.

In order to prevent the possible ambush of the Mingzhu Army, Musila doubled the number of scouts, with a team of 700 people and a total of 100 scouts.

Not long after the Kenyan army entered the valley, a jeep appeared behind them. The jeep stopped outside the valley for a while and then left.

Ten minutes later, a violent gunfire came from the middle of the valley. It was also mixed with several explosions. Musila, who was hiding behind a boulder, looked at his car destroyed by a rocket with a shocked face. If he hadn't been afraid of death in advance, he would have got out of the car and walked. Now it won't be the adjutant who screams in the fire, but also his commander.

The army of 500 Mingzhu troops and 700 Kenyans fought in this valley. At the beginning, the sudden attack of the Mingzhu Army caused a little chaos to the Kenyan army. Fortunately, Kenyan officers had previously passed on the news of a possible ambush to every soldier. The prepared Kenyan army, especially the elites from the machine infantry, soon stood under the command of the officer. Hiding behind the bunker, he fought back to the Ming cooking army.

Because both sides have rockets and bunkers, the battle is still a little fierce. Many soldiers hidden in the cave, even because of rocket attacks, caused the weathered rocks to collapse and be buried alive in it.

One side is a well-trained soldier in the non-political axe armed forces, and the other side is an elite army in the country. For a while, the two sides actually fought equally.

This situation not only made the commander of the Mingzhu Army dissatisfied, but also Musila was also dissatisfied. Hiding behind the stone farthest from the battlefield, Musila did not dare to stretch out his head and scolded loudly with his body hidden like that.

Damn it, how can these militants be different from those that have been cleared before? Aren't most of those militants scattered when they fight fiercely? Why do these militants feel that the harder they fight, the more brave they fight back?

At this moment, Musila once again doubted the possibility of winning the war? If the Ming cooking army has this kind of strength, then relying on the 700 soldiers in his hand, they absolutely can't annihilate each other. Unless more soldiers are sent to the country.

But at that time, he either died here or went to the military court.

"Ban!" With a different sound of gunshots, Musila looked at an officer beside him, with his head split like a sledgehammer at a watermelon. The red and white sprayed on the ground, and many of them splashed on his face.

"Ah... sniper!" Musila screamed sadly and immediately squatted down with his head in his arms. There is a sniper hidden in Mingzhu's army. This is not even in his machine group. As far as he knows, the real snipers in the whole Kenyan Defence Force only appear in the Israeli-trained presidential guard.

And in a 'small' non-political axe armed force, there is a full-time sniper. This made Musila feel the threat of death.

(to be continued)