"Two platoon commanders and twenty squad commanders, that's about right..."

Qin Che held the walkie-talkie he had seized from the Fourth Division to confirm their action plan.

These soldiers are truly unprofessional. Not only are their weapons outdated, but their discipline is also poor. Their individual combat capabilities are only slightly better than those of the gerbil's subordinates.

Most of the soldiers didn't even have guns; they used hand crossbows, which were of mediocre quality. Qin Che could even catch the flying arrows with one hand in mid-air.

With his superhuman neural modifications, Qin Che could completely overwhelm these mortals in terms of perception.

In coordination with the Shell Community and several other communities in the surrounding area that had not yet been searched and were still hiding, he caused chaos in the First Wave, attracting the attention of the Fourth Division, while he secretly carried out continuous assassinations.

However, the psionic energy was almost completely depleted.

At this moment, Qin Che returned to his own people's command post.

"Sir, another community is planning to join us," Long Er quickly ran up to report.

The Black Street lost because of its lack of unity and disunity.

Now that Qin Che has built the Jingguan of the third squad in the Shell Community, most people will join the camp of this man who is an extraordinary being in order to protect themselves.

Indeed, the news that a superhuman had arrived in Black Street had already quietly reached the ears of other cadres through the Shell Community's information channels.

Now that the gerbils are gone, the Fourth Division is burning, killing, and looting at will. Most areas are under blockade and control, making it difficult to transmit messages. Radios are being intercepted, so most people have no choice but to hide.

But things are different now. Centered on the Shell Community, the surrounding communities have begun to develop a sense of cohesion.

This force will be crucial.

"Master, he's here."

After a while, Long Da ran in from outside again.

Liang Youfeng, pale-faced, covered his mouth, hunched over, and carefully stepped through the door.

The street outside the gate, with its piles of corpses forming a mound of corpses, had begun to stink, and almost every cadre who came to meet with them felt nauseous.

Inside the room, two burly men, Long Da and Long Er, stood with their hands behind their backs behind the old man, while Qin Che sat there with an imposing air, exuding authority.

"Greetings, sir!"

Liang Youfeng bowed respectfully and said, "Gaofeng Community will be at your disposal. Please save us."

"Yes, supplies will be transported from the rear. Gather your men and don't fight head-on. If you lose, retreat. The Fourth Division doesn't have many troops in Black Street. They are concentrated in the mining and industrial areas. It will take them time to completely suppress us. Once we gather our strength, we can form an effective resistance force."

Qin Che got up and beckoned him over, and the two discussed countermeasures together on the map.

"Station your men here. If you encounter soldiers and they are tough, fight them and then retreat. Don't linger. Use the surrounding complex streets for guerrilla warfare. A force will come to replace you at night. It's best to hold out until tomorrow daytime, then retreat back to this clinic to regroup."

"I see."

Liang Youfeng hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Qin Che's command was not good; in fact, it was quite amateurish.

He didn't care about the lives of the citizens in the various communities of Black Street; war is just a matter of resources.

What he needs is to quickly restore his psionic energy so that no matter how the battle goes, he can turn the tide.

"If anyone else comes, gather the supplies and send them to the front line. Do everything you can to delay until tomorrow daytime."

"yes!"

Long Da and the second brother didn't really understand either, but they just did what the master ordered.

...

Time passes.

Cheng Han led the fourth, fifth, and sixth detachments, starting from the edge of Zone F, and encountered fierce resistance from a large number of people.

Yes, Black Street is poor, but not so poor that they have to go to war empty-handed.

The gerbils' subordinates also possess certain combat and command abilities, using short spears, crossbows, and Molotov cocktails to hinder the enemy's advance.

For the first time, the Fourth Division suffered more casualties and losses in the Black Street than ever before.

In addition, they are very familiar with the underworld, so they can play guerrilla warfare with you, stealthily wiping out your small group of ten to twenty-five people without you even knowing it.

Cheng Han felt a chill run down his spine. "There's someone directing them from behind the scenes."

It's unclear who it was, but they gathered together the forces under the command of the gerbils in the FU district.

However, our side still has the advantage. Once we control their weapons supply, these rats in the underworld will eventually die.

Ammunition will run out, and Molotov cocktails will be used up. Relying on crossbows and short spears, they can't defeat the well-trained soldiers of the 4th Division.

"Report! Lu Shi has learned of the situation here and has temporarily transferred four detachments of the Third Division from the Fourth District, as well as the remaining security personnel, to come and assist. They are already on their way!" A soldier ran up to report.

Cheng Han clapped his hands and laughed, "The advantage is with me."

"Pass down the order: do not engage the Black Street gang in a direct confrontation. If they resist, retreat and block the road. If they try to counterattack, shoot them dead!"

"yes!"

Cheng Han pressed down with one hand, "This is called catching a turtle in a jar."

It must be said that, with so many communities behind them, the gerbils' subordinates can still gather a large force.

As things stand, the enemy's numbers are clearly greater than those of their three squads...

The first and second detachments absolutely cannot be moved, especially if the third division is to come to assist, they must not leave the important industrial areas and mines.

Lu Shi and the two commanders-in-chief will remain there to oversee operations.

The actions taken here depend entirely on Cheng Han's performance.

Therefore, Cheng Han dared not be careless and planned to wait for the Third Division's troops to arrive before discussing the matter. In any case, the blockade line had been set up almost completely. Although there might have been a problem with Lao He's Third Squad, which prevented the blockade line from forming an encirclement, it was still sufficient.

Once the enemy in the Black Street runs out of ammunition, the dawn of victory will not be far off.

The only thing that's worrying... is the psychic hidden among them.

After killing more than twenty commanders from the fourth and sixth squads, he never made another move, but who knows, he might do it again next time.

However, one must be cautious when dealing with psionicists...

The battle began to become intense.

The three detachments of the Fourth Division formed a blockade outside District F, trapping a large number of Black Street citizens inside the blockade line. However, they did not advance any further but retreated whenever they encountered a battle, building a blockade on the spot and keeping everyone inside the line.

When the four detachments of the Third Division arrived, Cheng Han met the Third Division detachment commander, who was of the same rank as him.

There were four people in total, all of whom were familiar faces.

One of them offered a cigarette, and Cheng Han pointed towards Sector F and said, "There's a psionicist hiding in there. He's probably an expert with stealth, eagle strike, and amplification techniques. He'll be tough to deal with."

"What's wrong with your manpower? It's almost dark, and you still haven't cleared out Sector F?"

“Their resistance is quite fierce, and besides, two of my colleagues have been killed. The responsibility for all three squads is now on my shoulders, so I can’t afford to do anything reckless…” Cheng Han said with a smile, taking a drag on his cigarette.

Upon hearing this, the four squad commanders all gave a half-smile.