"Of course it counts, brothers! Let's see who has the ability! Hahaha..."

The old ox laughed wildly.

His men, who were following behind him, cheered loudly, and every one of them had an excited expression on their face.

The first person to capture the president alive will be rewarded with $200,000 plus the position of captain!

Putting aside bringing glory to one's ancestors, at least the family genealogy has its own page, so at least there's something to brag about in this lifetime!

When Lao Niu arrived at the Presidential Palace, the iron railings and walls of the palace had been blasted to pieces by artillery fire.

The 3rd Battalion of the 32nd Regiment, which remained stationed in the Presidential Palace compound, suffered heavy casualties in two rounds of saturation rocket fire.

The surviving soldiers retreated to the office building.

The other two battalions of the 32nd Regiment, responsible for defending the northern outer districts, also encountered heavy firepower and were in a precarious situation, making it impossible for them to send reinforcements.

South Street and West Street were defended by the 35th Regiment. As soon as they engaged the Flying Eagles, they were stunned by thousands of 107mm guns.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of homemade petrol bombs rained down from the sky, turning the chaotic 35th Regiment into a living hell...

Nobody knows where the petrol bomb came from, even though the streets were completely deserted.

But the next second, a hail of petrol bombs rained down from mid-air.

Those soldiers from the Ink-Ink Army, whose bodies were burned by the flames, screamed and rolled on the ground, unable to breathe for a long time.

At this moment, they would rather have been shot by a bullet or blown up by a bomb.

Anyone who has been burned to death knows how unbearable it is to be scorched by flames!

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The enemy forces surrounding the presidential palace are preoccupied with their own defenses.

Old Niu's 300-strong team was able to go into battle lightly equipped, like a sharp dagger piercing straight into the heart of the Presidential Palace.

After careful observation, Lao Niu discovered that the presidential palace was defended by less than 200 people, and apart from three Browning light machine guns, there were no other weapons with strong firepower.

This has potential!

Although our side wasn't a stealth unit, everyone was wearing a bulletproof vest.

They didn't even consider ordinary weapons a threat.

"Old Hu, you take two squads and draw fire from the front. Once you spot a machine gun emplacement, take it out with an RPG rocket launcher."

Old Hu, with a full beard, agreed and personally selected 60 people. They crouched down, stepped over the bombed iron railings, and pressed towards the main gate of the Presidential Palace.

They had barely gotten within a hundred meters when a barrage of machine gun bullets rained down on them.

"Disperse formation and crawl forward!"

Old Hu roared, and with a graceful leap, he led the way, crawling face-first onto the concrete ground.

Machine gun bullets whizzed past overhead.

"Groups five and six, RPGs, go!"

"receive!"

Six members of the Dragon Gang, carrying RPG rocket launchers, deftly removed the rocket launchers.

Load the rocket, aim, and pull the trigger.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

......

Six rockets, trailing long plumes of flame, traversed a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

"Boom! Boom! Rumble! Rumble..."

The fireball from the explosion rose up.

The three machine gun emplacements set up on the first floor of the Presidential Palace immediately fell silent.

Old Hu was overjoyed and waved his hand: "Quick, throw out the smoke bombs!"

More than 30 smoke grenades were thrown, turning the area dozens of meters in front into a white haze.

The smoke drifted slowly towards the presidential palace gate, carried by the wind...

"Brothers, charge with me!"

Old Hu leaped up from the ground, bent over and moved quickly, pointing his AK forward and firing a few bursts from time to time based on his sense of touch.

Behind him, 60 men who had seen bloodshed advanced in groups of three, following their usual tactical maneuvers, providing cover for each other.

90 meters...

80 meters...

50 meters...

30 meters...

"Da da da..."

"Da da da..."

Amidst the white smoke, the two sides clashed in close combat, finally exchanging fierce fire.

The attacking team's AK squad tactics clearly have an advantage over the defending team.

For positions with heavy firepower, use RPG rockets and grenades to destroy them.

Only five minutes into the battle, Lao Hu's vanguard team had already closed in on the entrance, within 20 meters.

Almost all the defensive firepower in the building was directed at them.

"Damn it, where's Boss Niu? Why aren't you up there yet?!" Old Hu muttered.

He squinted, raised his gun, and fired a burst. Behind a pillar by the main gate, an Indian soldier holding a submachine gun fell to the ground.

"Hmph, trying to ambush your Grandpa Hu? You're still too green!"

At that moment, bursts of gunfire and shouts of killing erupted simultaneously from both sides and the back door of the building.

Old Hu listened intently and knew that Boss Niu was personally leading the charge.

Most of the presidential palace's defense forces were deployed to the front gate.

Therefore, the flanking and rear attacks were immediately effective.

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The fierce battle between the two sides lasted for 40 minutes.

In the end, the Indonesian defenders, terrified by the fighting, wanted to surrender, but were refused by the attackers.

This time, Lao Hu and his men strictly followed Boss Niu's orders:

[Slay without mercy, leave no survivors!]

Of course, tempted by the $200,000 bonus and the chance to be promoted to team leader, all 300 people were blinded by greed.

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