An hour later, in the Guarda area, Mod Amon's headquarters.
The officers of the General Staff were holding an emergency meeting, constantly conducting simulations on the sand table, and discussing how to stop the joint attack of the Lao Mo government troops, the Ren Min Army, and the Western Expedition Corps.
The situation of the entire Western Military Alliance is already very critical. Although Mod Amon's headquarters is still struggling to defend, many defense areas have begun to show signs of collapse. If they don't make adjustments in time, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on for long.
That's why Mod Amon was so anxious that he even sent a delegation to urge Palu to fight actively.
At the same time, the news of the delegation being killed was suppressed by Palu and not leaked out.
Therefore, Mod Amon was sitting in his headquarters, waiting for Sid's news, while holding the phone and communicating with the rebel chief Bahiajo.
Hearing the news from the other party, Mod Amon emphasized his tone and repeatedly confirmed with the other party: "General Bahiacho, are you sure that your troops will be in my sight before six o'clock tonight?"
On the phone, Bahiacho said confidently: "Don't worry, the Mexican army has suffered heavy losses in the past few days fighting on two fronts and is no longer able to stop the coordinated ground-to-air offensive we and District 1 are carrying out. I promise that tonight, you will see my troops as you wish!"
"Okay, then I'll wait for your good news." Although the other party was very confident, Mod Amon was not relieved and still reminded him: "If you don't come tonight, you will have to go to Santos's headquarters to find my body tomorrow."
Bahiacho smiled and said, "Don't worry, my friend, put your heart back in your stomach, we will meet soon."
"Okay, that's it for now, see you tonight."
"OK."
The two hung up the phone, and Mod Amon looked down at the sand table in front of him, lost in thought.
Just then, his chief of staff walked in with a smile on his face.
Mod Amon glanced at him and said softly, "I hope you bring back good news."
"Of course, my Lord General." The Chief of the General Staff immediately replied: "Our negotiations have taken effect. General Palu's troops have left their base and started to move outward, gradually moving towards Hill 425 where the most intense fighting is taking place."
When Mod Amon heard this, he felt relieved and finally smiled: "This greedy and cowardly Palu finally got wise and decided to use his troops. Come on, follow me to the front line to observe the position and see them."
"good."
The Chief of Staff nodded and immediately arranged for a guard regiment to protect Mod Amon. He left the command post and took a military vehicle to his destination.
…
About twenty minutes later, on a high mountain far away from the front line, Mod Amon was standing and looking into the distance.
Because he had been fighting continuously for several days, although Modammon's uniform was neat, his hat and clothes were covered with dust, and his face was a little sallow, as if he was malnourished, and he looked very embarrassed.
Even so, he still put on a pair of white gloves in a serious manner, took the telescope handed to him by his subordinates, and observed into the distance.
Soon, Palu's main force appeared in his sight. This army was spreading outward in an orderly manner. All kinds of armored vehicles and infantry were mobilized, and the internal defense zone began to tighten, showing a trend of preparing to counterattack.
Seeing this, Mod Amon put down the telescope, looked at his chief of staff, and said with some relief: "If Palu's army of more than 20,000 people can devote all their efforts to the attack, it won't be a problem for us to delay until tomorrow morning."
The chief of staff nodded and was about to speak.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, a loud explosion was heard in a mountainous area far away.
Mod Amon and the others couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound, and saw a group of fighter jets from Area 1 flying in a formation in the distant sky. The scene was spectacular and the momentum was astonishing.
These fighter jets kept diving, strafing downwards, or launching missiles, launching air strikes on the Mexican government forces.
Modamun, who had persisted in the Guarda area for nearly five days, finally felt a glimmer of hope when he saw the fighter jets advancing towards him in the blue sky.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. He reached out to adjust his general's cap and said calmly, "Just as I expected, victory belongs to those of us who dare to resist."
Mod Amon paused, turned his head and looked at the chief of staff, and instructed: "Notify Sid and return to the command post immediately after discussing with Palu."
As soon as the voice fell, an officer next to him immediately replied: "Report, I have just contacted Staff Officer Sid, but he did not answer the phone."
Mod Amon couldn't help but frown.
The chief of staff added, "Maybe they are holding a military meeting."
Mod Amon pondered for a while, then slowly said, "Yes, Sid is very good at negotiation."
Everyone stopped on the mountain for a while. Mod Amon looked at the sky in the distance and said confidently: "Tonight, the fighters of Area 1 will occupy this airspace. Let's go back."
"yes!"
Everyone turned around and was about to leave.
“Woo woo woo—”
In the distant 431 mountain area, there was a sudden and loud sound of the charge, a unique sound of Chinese soldiers. It was so loud and shocking.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Immediately afterwards, a burst of intensive artillery fire rang out. The enemy's artillery positions were firing in unison, attacking the defense zones on both sides of the Palu troops.
“Boom!”
Explosions sounded one after another, and almost in the blink of an eye, a sea of red flames rose up in the defense zones on both sides.
Mod Amon was shocked and immediately stopped and asked, "What's going on? Why did the attack over there suddenly become so fierce?!"
"Report! There are unusual movements in Palu's troops!"
Following an officer's shout, Modamon hurriedly picked up the telescope and looked down.
Under the cover of the artillery fire, Palu's troops actually launched an attack on the defense areas of the friendly forces on both sides. The friendly forces had already suffered the baptism of artillery fire, and now they were suddenly attacked by their own people. They soon began to collapse and were torn apart.
Then, a large number of enemy soldiers in green uniforms rushed in like a tide, accompanied by the loud charge. They rushed into the defense zone along the gap torn open by Palu's troops.
When Mod Amon saw this scene, he was completely stunned.
The chief of staff was also confused, his eyes widened, his face pale as he asked: "What on earth is Palu doing?!"
“Bang!”
Mod Amon slapped the man on the face and yelled at him, "Even a fool should be able to tell that the bastard has rebelled! Notify the troops immediately and have them quickly fill the gap in the defense line. Quickly! Otherwise, we will be buried alive here by ant-like enemies today!! In addition, notify the entire army to wear their uniforms backwards to distinguish traitors and show their identities."
The chief of staff covered his face and whispered a reminder: "General... our military uniforms are yellow even if they are worn backwards."
Mord Amon was silent for a while, then pointed at the chief of staff and said, "You are indeed a smart man. Tie the leggings of your combat boots to your smart head and tell everyone to do the same!"
"yes!"
…
At the same time, Kang Dinghuang arrived at the rebel base by plane.
Just as he got off the plane and was about to walk towards the military vehicle, an officer behind him came up and shouted at him: "Report to the Chief of General Staff, there has been an incident at the front!"
Kang Dinghuang turned around, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
The officer immediately replied: "It seems that Palu of the Western Military Alliance has rebelled."