The small town of Patty.
There was constant bombing in the town and many buildings had been completely destroyed.
Wang Zhengjun lay in the trench, watching the artillery shells flying around with flames trailing behind them, and a dozen armed pickup trucks in the distance crushing the defense line and entering the position.
"First Battalion, go ask the First Battalion what's going on! Why were the enemy's armed pickup trucks able to get in through such a big gap?" Wang Zhengjun crouched, dodging the stray bullets whizzing overhead, and yelled at the officer beside him.
Soon, the adjutant came running over covered in dust and dirt, lying next to Wang Zhengjun, and shouted anxiously: "Captain! The first battalion can't hold on any longer, many brothers have already run away..."
"boom!"
A shell landed near the trench, interrupting their conversation. The adjutant pressed Wang Zhengjun to the ground, and mud splashed all over them.
"The commander of the first battalion..." Wang Zhengjun raised his head, shook his head which was a little ringing in his ears, and then shouted to the adjutant: "Call the commander of the first battalion to me!"
"The battalion commander is dead," the adjutant's shoulder was pierced by gravel, blood gushed out, and he shouted despite the pain: "The company commander is commanding the battle now."
"Damn it!" Wang Zhengjun cursed in his heart, very angry.
As a large-scale private armed force, the 5,000 Chinese workers were well trained, obeying orders and having good execution. But when they were on the battlefield, seeing armed pickup trucks with machine guns rushing over, most of the soldiers' psychological defenses collapsed. They were really scared and kept retreating, which caused some soldiers in the back who wanted to fight back to also collapse.
No one has the courage to die in the defense zone, so the atmosphere of fear will be contagious, leading to a rout.
This is not to say that the Chinese Workers' Armed Forces are a pure mob, but that they have too little actual combat experience. The training and the current situation are two completely different things.
"Dispatch people, let Li Lei lead the team to plug the gap for me. We must suppress it, otherwise there will be a collapse." Wang Zhengjun's voice was hoarse, and he kept giving orders to the officers next to him.
"Yes!" The adjutant didn't even have time to treat his wounds before rushing to convey the order.
Another three or four minutes later, in the chaotic crowd, a young officer lowered his body and ran over with two black men whose wrists were tied. He pushed aside the soldiers in the trench and shouted anxiously, "Get out of the way, everyone, get out of the way, I have something to report to the commander!"
Wang Zhengjun heard the noise beside him, turned around and glanced at the officer who had just run up to him and the two black men behind him.
Wang Zhengjun frowned: "What's going on? Prisoners?"
"Captain, they are not prisoners." The officer saluted hastily, then shouted, "They came here on their own initiative, saying they can lead us out."
…
Slums in Santa Pau.
Qiu Ge and his companions abandoned their car and hid under a sparsely populated bridge tunnel. This place is quite remote, with wild grass growing all around.
At this time, everyone had not yet gathered, and they were waiting anxiously. Qiu Ge frowned, sitting on the iron railing next to him, opening his shirt, and using the medical suture device brought by another team when they joined together, he simply and roughly clamped the wound.
Behind him, a team member with a bullet hole below his neck was lying on the ground in a daze, wailing in pain from time to time.
He was so badly injured that medical staplers were useless. Two team members squatted beside him, one pressed on his neck while the other tried to sew his wound with a crochet needle.
The remaining team members were almost all injured. They didn't say a word. Some were smoking, and some were in a daze.
Imre was tied up and thrown to the ground. Two team members held guns and stared at him closely.
"Puff!" The young man with a hole in his neck suddenly spurted out two mouthfuls of blood. The wound that had not yet been sutured burst open again, and blood gushed out like running water. The team members hurriedly tried to stop it with their hands, but it was impossible to stop it.
The young man twitched all over for a while, kicked his legs, and stopped breathing.
With the death of the young man, everyone's anxiety was ignited.
"Fuck you!" The team member who had just stitched up the young man threw the medical equipment in his hand to the ground and cursed angrily: "Fuck you, the No. 1 base has been breached, and the other bases must have been breached as well! We have nowhere to go, so many brothers are injured, what should we do? In less than ten minutes, the streets will be full of patrol police!"
When the brothers next to him heard what he said, they became a little agitated and started to complain.
"I just don't understand. We were supposed to be in charge of Wu Boxin, so why the hell are we dealing with this idiot?"
"It's always the same. The mission is never the same as what was agreed upon! What the hell is wrong with the higher-ups? If they can't give orders, then don't give orders. They just do whatever they want! Who is responsible for the loss of so many brothers?!"
“…!”
There were more and more complaints. Imre lay on the ground and said in a somewhat stiff English: "Brothers, as long as you send me back, I promise to let you leave this city safely."
Qiu Ge threw the stapler aside, walked directly to Imre and kicked him in the head.
“Bang bang!”
After three consecutive kicks, Imre rolled his eyes. Qiu Ge didn't say a word the whole time, and the players around him stopped complaining and just looked at him quietly.
Brother Qiu retracted his leg, ignoring his bleeding wound, and pointed at the ground and shouted in a low voice: "Are you afraid of death?! If you are afraid of death, why do you work in military intelligence? If you want to do this job, you must be mentally prepared. Is now the time to complain and grumble?! What other purpose does it have besides messing up the mentality of your own people? Huh?!"
When everyone heard Brother Qiu's scolding, they all lowered their heads.
Brother Qiu glanced at everyone, bent down and sat back on the railing, picked up the suture device again, and sewed up the wound that had just been torn open. At the same time, he said in a hoarse voice: "Treat the wounds when necessary, treat the wounds when necessary, and treat the wounded when necessary. Don't waste time complaining. We are all veterans, and we should be calmer at this time."
Although the voice was very quiet, no one refuted it. Everyone stood up in silence, either treating their own wounds or helping other team members.
After Qiu Ge treated his wound, he changed to a new phone and called An Qiqi's number: "Director An, you must help me do two things now. First, help me find a reliable place. Our current condition is very bad and we need to recover. Second, we need a few doctors, and they must be very reliable."
"Ok, I'll arrange it." This request was not simple, but An Qiqi agreed immediately.
…
Outside the small town of Patty.
Under the cover of night, Wang Zhengjun followed two black men who led the way, and rushed out of the battle group with 500 soldiers, advancing about two kilometers in the direction of four o'clock. When they arrived near the encirclement, they found that the black men nearby were retreating and really did not attack them.
Wang Zhengjun felt relieved a little and began to believe what the two black men said.
"Captain, there is a signal." The adjutant took out his cell phone and showed it to Wang Zhengjun.
The black man next to him said hurriedly, "Friend, you see we didn't lie to you, did we? We really want to let you go, because our boss is in your hands!"
"Shut up!" Wang Zhengjun scolded him, then immediately picked up his phone and called Wang Xiao.
"Xiaojun, you're out?!" There was some surprise in Wang Xiao's voice.
"Only a few hundred people came out to check on the situation." Wang Zhengjun said briefly and forcefully, "Two black men want to take me out. Can I trust them?"
"Yes, it was arranged by the An faction." Wang Xiao answered directly: "Their leader has been captured by us. You should lead the troops and rush out through the hole they opened immediately."
"Yes!" Wang Zhengjun hung up the phone, turned around and ordered his adjutant: "Send a team back to pass the message. Inform all troops that if they don't want to defend, they should seize this point and attack out. Quick!"