In the Laomo area, at the foot of a mountain range.
Mod Amon was betrayed by his chief of staff and was tied up and sent to the foot of the mountain. At this time, his forehead was full of sweat. He knelt on the ground, looked at the soldiers with guns and live ammunition around him, and finally his eyes fell on Su Tianyu who was sitting in front of him.
Su Tianyu was also staring at him, but remained silent and didn't say anything.
Mod Amon tried his best to suppress his panic. After thinking for a long time, he spoke first: "I think we should talk calmly. In the Laomo area, everyone has the right to choose. This is not a rare thing. I still have a certain influence in the Xinlai area. I can help you... It is crucial to influence the war situation."
Su Tianyu glanced at him and said expressionlessly: "I am not the one who decides your future. Someone will talk to you."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the military vehicle parked nearby.
"Commander Su, can we talk..."
Mod Amon's voice came from behind, but Su Tianyu didn't bother to talk to him. He got on the military vehicle and turned around to tell the people around him: "Quickly gather the rebels here. At the same time, spread the news that Mod Amon was captured and shout to other warlords and rebels. All cadres below the regiment level, as long as they surrender to us with their troops, can be dealt with leniently for their past behavior!"
"yes!"
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Meanwhile, at the rebel base.
Kang Dinghuang stood in Bahiacho's office, holding the phone, and urgently contacted Mod Amon three times, but found that no one answered his call, and the entire command center could not be contacted, as if it had completely evaporated.
After confirming that the other party had completely lost contact, Kang Dinghuang immediately told Bahiagio his speculation.
After hearing the news, Bahiacho slowly sat down in the chair, his hair was disheveled, his beard was messy, and his expression was a little anxious, completely losing his previous calm and composed feeling.
Kang Dinghuang felt a tightness in his chest, so he sat down, frowned, and fell into deep thought.
Bahiacho couldn't help but speak, and said slowly: "In order to rescue Modamon's troops, our Red Hat Army has been speeding up its advance and has penetrated deep into the hinterland of the Old Mo region. We have fought such a long distance in a few days, and now the logistics supply line has not been set up. If Modamon is really captured, once the other party quickly cleans up the internal strife and launches a counterattack, hundreds of thousands of troops will surround us, and our situation will be very dangerous! I suggest that we should retreat quickly, retreat to the Hualei town line, reorganize, and then think of a solution."
Hearing the other party's idea, Kang Dinghuang turned his head and said to him without thinking: "No! If you retreat to Hualei Town now, all our previous battles will be in vain! Moreover, you will give them time and space to rest their troops and reorganize their internal relations! Mr. General, although I don't understand military affairs, I understand one thing, that is, when it comes to fighting, no one wants to make the enemy more comfortable! My idea is that we must not retreat, and we must launch a blocking war inside Lao Mo, making it extremely difficult for them to gather their troops and reorganize their internal affairs! In this way, we can achieve the goal of this war!"
Bahiajo said worriedly: "But our troops..."
Before he could finish, Kang Dinghuang stood up, stared into his eyes and said, "Mr. Chief, I hope you can understand that the Red Hat Army and your government are closely linked to the District One government. We will bear the consequences of this war together. If Longcheng is defeated and District One withdraws its troops, you will face the unconditional support of the Chinese District for the Santos government and the large-scale reinforcement of Longcheng's troops! By then, I don't need to say much about your situation. I hope that you can have different ideas from Mod Amon. Please also understand that you are not fighting this war for me or for District One. You are fighting for yourself and for your regime!"
Bahiacho remained silent, knowing full well that Kang Dinghuang was right. After a long silence, he finally nodded, "Okay, I am willing to fight a blocking battle inside Old Mexico. However, I hope that the battle in Longcheng will end as soon as possible, and we can get enough support here!"
Kang Dinghuang's expression softened a little: "Of course, I think the same as you."
After this discussion, the two sides re-planned the tactics for the next blocking and guerrilla warfare in the Lao Mo area.
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Santos left the city of Guarda and rushed to the frontline command position under the protection of the army.
At this time, the war against the Western Military Alliance was gradually coming to an end. After Su Tianyu announced the light punishment for cadres below the regimental level, many opposing troops no longer obeyed the command of the upper level and immediately raised the white flag and surrendered.
Those warlords and the core generals of the Western Military Alliance were already alone and helpless after losing the support of local troops and lower-level soldiers. The few remaining troops could neither escape nor fight, and in the end they either died in battle or were captured and sent to prisoner-of-war camps.
The remaining battles are basically the large-scale capture of prisoners by the Mexican government troops in Santos and the Min army. These are the available sources of troops in the future, and their impact on the war situation in the Mexican region is very important!
Half an hour later, Santos did not go to the headquarters, but went directly to the prisoner-of-war camp.
In a dark dungeon, Santos saw Mod Amon and more than a dozen core generals who were imprisoned with him in other cells.
Without exception, these people were beaten by the soldiers during the process of being escorted and detained. Their neat uniforms were torn to shreds and their faces were covered with wounds.
However, Chief of Staff Tariel was not there. Because he "returned to justice" in a timely manner and made great contributions in capturing Mord Amon, he was sent to another place alone to await processing.
“Click!”
Two guards opened the cell, Santos walked in, and saw Mod Amon tied up.
Mod Amon looked at him, trying to stay calm, and said what he had thought of long ago: "My dear general, I once fought side by side with your father! I know that no matter what I explain at this moment, it will not be able to wipe out the anger in your heart. However, I hope you can understand that my influence in the Xinlai area can add 50,000 troops for you! The rebels of Bahiacho are our real enemies. I have realized my mistakes, and I am willing to repent and fight for you!"
Hearing these words, Santos was not moved. Instead, he pulled out a sharp dagger from the soldier next to him and walked towards Mod Amon.
Mod Amon's eyes widened, his forehead covered with cold sweat, and he said hurriedly: "Dear General, please calm down! You have to look at the problem rationally, just like your father. A great politician cannot be affected by negative emotions..."
“Bang!”
Santos stepped on his face, pointed a knife at him and said, "Did I ask you to speak? You have to learn to shut up!"
Mod Amon was shaking like a sieve, his face was pale, and he said in a trembling voice: "I beg you, for the sake of our previous friendship, please have mercy on me, an old man in his sixties. I still have children and a family..."
Santos interrupted him directly and said word by word: "You shouldn't let the head of a regime kneel down to you! Because no leader would leave such a shame in his life!"
"Wait, please..."
“Puff!”
Santos raised his knife and slashed it, and a head spurted out blood and rolled to the side.
The moment Modamon's head hit the ground, his eyes were filled with fear and his lips were still moving.