A small living town on the outskirts of Longcheng.
In this dirty and messy room, Zhou Tonghui looked at the familiar woman in front of him with a surprised expression.
The other party heard his shout, turned his head, was also stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Hey, Tonghui, you are here too?"
This familiar woman was none other than Wen Xiaorou.
At this time, there were some young people gathered around her. These people did not look like family members of senior officials. They were dressed very ordinary and looked a little panicked, but they all subconsciously surrounded Wen Xiaorou.
Seeing the other party here, Zhou Tonghui said anxiously: "Sister-in-law, why are you here? Didn't you evacuate with Wawa and the others first?"
Wen Xiaorou wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at the people around her, and explained softly, "We received the news last night, and we were supposed to leave early with the An family. But you know, I have a small company here, and the young people who work with me are unattended and uncared for. At this critical juncture, they can't find any way out, and they all live outside the district. I was worried about them, so I went to pick them up, and just missed yesterday's evacuation plan. Fortunately, I found Ming Chao, and he immediately arranged for me to evacuate with the first group of people today, so I followed the troops all the way here."
Zhou Tonghui said worriedly, "Sister-in-law, please don't run around anymore. It's too dangerous around here. Come with me later. I can take care of you on the way."
Wen Xiaorou nodded: "Okay."
Seeing Wen Xiaorou also in a mess, Zhou Tonghui was really worried. In the current situation, everywhere is unsafe, and Yu Mingyuan has disappeared again, and his life or death is unknown. As a brother, he naturally has to take good care of his family.
Thinking of this, Zhou Tonghui looked at the young people around him and asked with concern: "Is anyone injured along the way?"
Wen Xiaorou immediately said: "Yes, we were bombed when we were walking over there, and two children were injured..."
Zhou Tonghui hurriedly said to the officer beside him: "Quick, go to my car and get my medical kit!"
"yes!"
The officer, along with two guards, hurriedly left the room.
About a few minutes later, they returned again, bringing medical supplies and began to help treat and bandage some injured young people.
One of the girls was seriously injured and had a fever, but thanks to timely treatment, she saved her life.
At this time, there were probably no less than a thousand family members and refugees hiding in this area. Everyone was miserable. Some people couldn't help crying and were full of fear for the future.
Depression, fear, sadness... all kinds of negative emotions filled this small town.
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Around 12:30 in the evening, Xinlai area.
Xing Rao led his own four reinforced battalions, a total of more than 600 people, and completely followed the free-style fighting style conveyed by the upper level, rushing left and right all the way. He fought from the battlefield in the Guada area to the capital of Mod Amon, the Xinlai area.
Along the way, there were more than a dozen battles of varying sizes, but the casualties were not many, with only a few wounded.
In order to increase flexibility and focus on guerrilla warfare, Xing Yao even ordered the abandonment of military vehicles and handed them over to brother units. The entire reinforced 4th Battalion went into battle lightly, carrying only individual combat equipment.
As the saying goes, what kind of people you lead, what kind of soldiers you have. Under Xing Yao's influence, the more than 600 people under his command were very cunning and their tactics were very slippery.
When it is time to fight, fight; when it is time to rest, rest. If you can win, go ahead; if you can't win, run away. He fought like a bandit and never forced himself.
Moreover, all they encountered along the way were defeated troops of the Western Military Alliance who had fled from the Gwadar area. They were all inconspicuous miscellaneous soldiers, and there were no big fish. This made Xing Yao, who was determined to get rich, a little anxious.
Just now, Xing Yao led his reinforced 4th Battalion in a battle in the nearby town of Terra.
They encountered a group of troops wearing the insignia of the local armed forces of Lao Mo, with a total of more than 100 people, and their equipment was also uneven. This was almost a free gift for Xing Yao and his men!
The reinforced 4th Battalion wiped out this group of forces in the town of Terra with just two charges.
At this time, the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion were cleaning up the battlefield and redistributing the guns, ammunition and weapons left by the enemy.
Xing Yao was sitting under a broken wall, wiping the dust off his face while boiling water on a self-heating stove and heating up his own marching wine flask.
Old Qian took the newly confiscated automatic rifle, inspected it, and walked over to Xing Yao, saying to him, "Fuck, the fighting here was quite intense, but we didn't catch any big fish. Look at this piece of junk, it's more than ten years old, no one uses it as a firewood stick."
"They are just small fish and shrimps." Xing Yao waved his hand and said, "It is probably another group of defeated troops, there is no profit."
Old Qian squatted on the ground, looked at Xing Yao, and said in a somewhat strange tone: "We are about to enter the Xinlai area, but we haven't encountered any decent troops yet?"
Xing Yao sat cross-legged on the ground, thought for a moment and said, "This decent army must have been blocked by the Black Water Army in the Xinlai area. Okay, don't panic, come and have a bite, it's cold at night."
Xing Yao picked up the already heated wine flask, took a sip himself, and then stuffed it into Lao Qian's mouth. At the same time, he warned, "Tell the brothers to stay alert. We just finished fighting here, and the gunshots have been heard for a long time. Maybe other rebel troops will come over soon. After the brothers have packed up the war supplies, we will find a nearby mountain and stay there for a night. We will continue to advance to the Xinlai area tomorrow."
Lao Qian nodded: "Okay, I'll urge the brothers to move faster."
Xing Yao suddenly called out to Lao Qian again: "Wait a minute, have you counted our results?"
"Of course we have counted them. Apart from other things, we have obtained more than 700 sets of enemy armbands and shoulder patches!" Old Qian sighed and said with a little regret: "This record is still slightly acceptable!"
Xing Yao chuckled and kicked Lao Qian: "Damn it, I just like your pretentious look!"
While the two were talking, footsteps were heard nearby.
The commander of the reconnaissance company below, with his soldiers and a dozen people under his command, walked towards them.
Among these ten or so people, the leaders were two fat Indian men with curly hair, dark skin, and dressed in suits. They should be quite rich, but now they looked a little dishevelled.
Seeing this group of people, Xing Yao wiped his hands, stood up and asked, "What kind of work is this?"
“Bang!”
The reconnaissance company commander saluted him and then grinned: "Battalion Commander, let's pay a few local tyrants! This guy is an arms dealer in the Xinlai area! When the war broke out here, he found a group of defeated soldiers and paid them to protect him, and we ran into him."
Xing Yao's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Fuck, there's an unexpected gain, isn't this going to make a fortune!"