March 3, 1996, 3:40 a.m.

In the southern part of the old city, where it borders the central area, a series of deafening explosions and dense gunfire suddenly rang out.

Soon, the flames, accompanied by thick black smoke, illuminated half the city.

Just as Lin Dong had predicted, the Bai family and Wei Zhaoren's troops joined forces and stormed into the southern city.

Kokang in northern Myanmar has once again fallen into war...

Xiang Shanhe's 500 guards, as instructed by Lin Dong, have broken up into 10 squads of 50 men each.

These small units were equipped with light and heavy machine guns, sniper rifles, a large number of grenades, as well as high explosives and RPG rocket launchers.

Having entered the densely populated, narrow alleyways of the city early on, a fierce urban battle ensued...

......

The western section of Bailu Road in the southern part of the city is a well-known slum area in the old street. At this moment, the gloomy night is enveloping this area of ​​dilapidated and low houses.

The tranquility was broken from time to time by the distant rumble of explosions and bursts of gunfire.

The firelight, which illuminated half the sky, cast eerie shadows on the crumbling walls...

There is only one narrow street leading from the west side of the city to Bailu Road.

At this moment, most of the residents in this area were awakened by the sound of gunfire.

Many of the low-rise houses along the street had their lights off.

It wasn't that they were reluctant to spend the little bit of electricity; rather, they were more afraid that the bright lights would attract stray bullets and shells.

No one knows whether a shell will land in their impoverished home at any moment.

Then, filled with despair, they watched helplessly as they and their families tragically collapsed in pools of blood...

In every conflict in Kokang, these ordinary people are the ones who have the least say in the situation.

Fate had already abandoned them, so why would it care to kick them one more time?

......

At that moment, the houses on both sides of the street near the west side of the city began to shake slightly.

More than 200 meters away, a huge, dark shape appeared at the corner of the street, followed by more dark figures appearing at the corner.

Each of these dark objects had a long cannon barrel protruding from its front.

The rumbling of armored vehicle wheels drew ever closer...

"It's a tank from the Bai family! Black Egg, quickly go and warn the brothers behind!"

"Yes, Brother Kang!"

In the shadows of the houses along the street, the figures of more than 30 men dressed in tattered clothes were visible.

One of the smaller figures turned around and ran quickly into the depths of the street.

The remaining people rushed out of the street in twos and threes, pulling out dark green anti-tank mines from their backpacks.

Because the streets were made of cement and gravel, they could only roughly estimate the tanks' routes and simply place mines in areas without lights.

More than 20 anti-tank mines were quickly installed. Finally, a layer of garbage or gravel was laid on the surface of each mine to make them look more concealed.

"withdraw!"

At Brother Kang's command, more than 30 dark figures disappeared back into the darkness on both sides of the street.

Years of experience in street fighting have taught them that these landmines are only good enough to destroy one or two tanks at the very front.

Once an explosion occurs, the remaining anti-tank mines will definitely be cleared away.

Therefore, these anti-tank mines can only serve as a surprise attack and a temporary deterrent.

The truly brutal battle is yet to come.

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The third armored company dispatched by Bai Suocheng, consisting of 12 T-62 main battle tanks, is advancing towards Bailu Road from the west side of the city along the narrow streets.

Ahead lay a row of low-rise buildings, with only a few scattered lights on.

The lowly poor people of Bailu Road are probably hiding in their homes, too scared to even breathe, by now.

The tank convoy successfully crossed the street corner of the west side of the city and officially entered the slums of Bailu Road.

The dark street ahead seemed to grow even narrower.

The dirty streets were littered with piles of rubble and trash.

The tank at the front, its heavy tracks crunching over piles of gravel, made a soft "squeaking" sound...

Suddenly, the tank jolted, as if the right track had run over a hard object.

The tank driver was about to unleash a torrent of curses.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion rang out, followed by towering flames and thick smoke.

"Squeak!"

The track broke, and the heavy tank shook from the explosion.

The flames and intense heat that suddenly erupted quickly rushed into the sealed interior of the tank.

The screams and cries of agony came from inside the tank, but as the fire spread and the ammunition inside the tank exploded a second time, the screams quickly disappeared.

The first tank leading the way was blown up, forcing all the tanks following behind to stop.

Inside the armored command vehicle in the middle of the tank convoy, the young commander quickly received news that the lead tank had been destroyed.

With less than four hours until dawn, the armored company had just entered the intersection of Bailu Road, and one of their main battle tanks was destroyed as soon as they entered.

It seems that Kun Sheng, this arms dealer, was well-prepared.

Who knows how many dangerous traps await them on this narrow street?

It's time to change tactics, otherwise we won't be able to complete the task of occupying half the city block before dawn...

The commander grabbed the radio and issued the second, pre-prepared attack plan:

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