Chapter 1490 Security War (Second update, please subscribe)

When the startled birds in the forest took flight, the guerrillas began their attack. As usual, they first bombarded with mortars, then fired machine guns, and then attacked again.

"Use a rifle, use a rifle..."

Peng Guoliang shouted loudly.

"Attract them here and then shoot them..."

As a lieutenant general of the empire, Peng Guoliang never thought that one day he would once again fight the enemy on the battlefield. The smell of gunpowder around him made him feel agitated. Facing the attack of the guerrillas with a large number of people, he directly ordered his subordinates to set a trap.

The sparse counterattack made the guerrillas believe that this was just a transport team. When the guerrillas rushed to the edge of the forest with guns in hand, ready to launch a surprise attack, they were suddenly enveloped by a rapid hail of bullets, and more than a dozen people fell in an instant.

At a close distance of less than 100 meters, the powerful firepower of the submachine gun was fatal. Facing the firepower like a storm, the guerrillas who were charging were immediately stunned. Before these guerrillas could react, more than a dozen of them had died under the guns of the imperial soldiers.

While suppressing the guerrillas with powerful firepower, Peng Guoliang shouted orders.

"Squad Leader Liu, lead your squad to go around their flank from the left and outflank them..."

"yes!"

…

"Shoot! Shoot! Suppress their firepower! Damn Ming devils! Keep shooting!"

Smith, waving a Colt pistol, roared loudly, looked at the flames spewing from the hands of the imperial soldiers at the foot of the hill, listened to the bullets whizzing past and his comrades around him rolling on the ground in pain after being hit by bullets, and a very ominous premonition emerged in the mind of the guerrilla leader.

"Submachine gun! Damn it, how come the transport team has submachine guns..."

While Smith was cursing, a sense of foreboding emerged in his heart. The imperial soldiers he was fighting were definitely not a supply convoy. Their sophisticated equipment, fierce firepower, and accurate shooting all proved that these imperial soldiers were a well-trained combat force.

How could I hit such a rock?

Guerrillas are guerrillas. To confront the regular army head-on is simply courting death!

Moreover, these were not ordinary regular troops. Their firepower was beyond his imagination. Almost every soldier had a submachine gun! How could they be a transport team with such powerful firepower?

"Captain! I think we should retreat now!"

While pulling the bolt to eject the bullet, Sarah desperately shouted to the captain beside her:

"These Ming soldiers are definitely not a convoy transporting supplies. They are combat troops! And they are elite troops!"

Sarah was one of the few women in the guerrillas. She held her rifle and fired a shot at the Ming army, then rolled towards Smith holding her rifle.

"What did you say."

Looking at Sarah who rolled to his side, Smith asked loudly while continuing to fire at the Ming army on the road.

"I said that those Ming soldiers are different from the transport teams we encountered in the past. They are combat troops. I think we should retreat!"

Sarah crouched and fired again.

"retreat……"

Just as Smith was hesitating whether to retreat, the guerrillas who were concentrating on fighting the Ming army did not notice the Ming army that had detoured from the flank. As soon as they came into contact with the enemy, they began to shoot at the guerrillas with submachine guns.

The sudden attack immediately put the guerrillas in a situation where they were attacked from all sides. Although there were only a dozen imperial soldiers rushing over, they were like tigers descending from the mountains with submachine guns, and swept through the guerrillas with their powerful firepower. The guerrillas caught in the rain of bullets fell down in large numbers as if they were sprayed by a tap.

All the guerrillas who saw this scene were filled with fear. However, after the imperial soldiers quickly and swiftly dealt with the guerrillas in front of them, they did not give the stunned guerrillas any chance to react. They rushed forward waving their submachine guns, and for a moment the forest was filled with blood and gore again.

“Retreat, retreat…”

Just as Smith was shouting to retreat, his voice suddenly stopped. He looked at his chest in disbelief, and a pool of blood gushed out. He fell to the ground, and in his desperate eyes, he saw the military boots rushing towards him...

"No!"

Sarah screamed in horror as she watched Smith fall before her eyes. Smith was not only the captain, but also her lover. Seeing her lover being killed in front of her was a nightmare for a girl who was only 18 or 19 years old.

"Red, Red..."

Sarah screamed in horror, and she helped Smith up with trembling hands. Just as she was crying and trying to stop his bleeding, suddenly, she saw a tall imperial soldier standing in front of her. Before he could react, the imperial soldier moved the butt of his gun. When a sharp pain came from her forehead, Sarah felt a black screen in front of her eyes, and then she could not feel anything.

When the battle was over, the sky was already slightly brighter, but the originally fresh air was still filled with the smell of gunpowder. The smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood was the unique smell of death on the battlefield.

Peng Guoliang, the general of the Imperial Army, took a deep breath and talked to himself.

"This is what the battlefield smells like, except that the smell of gunpowder is a little lighter."

As a soldier, he really enjoys the taste.

At this time, the soldiers had finished cleaning up the battlefield. They gathered the bodies of the killed guerrillas together and placed them casually on the side of the road. The blood gathered into a small pool of blood next to the pile of corpses.

There were dozens of prisoners kneeling on the side of the road in fear. Peng Guoliang just glanced at them casually and then asked.

"Adjutant Chen, what are the casualties?"

"Reporting to the commander, two people from the guard platoon were killed and three were injured. One person from the 9th Army escort squad was killed and one was injured..."

Adjutant Chen added.

"We killed 112 guerrillas and captured 67 more."

"Deal with it according to the regulations."

After saying this, Peng Guoliang looked at the captives. Although there was a very young girl among them, he just shook his head and sighed.

"Okay, let's get in the car, Squad Leader Liu, I'll leave this to you."

After he got in the car and left, there was a burst of gunfire outside the car...

Peng Guoliang didn't feel uncomfortable at all about this. That's how war is, either you get killed or you kill the enemy.

Sitting in the car, listening to the gunshots outside the car, he frowned and talked to himself.

"It seems that we must increase the intensity of the crackdown on the guerrillas, otherwise it will become a problem in the future..."

Many times, certain accidents will change many things. After Peng Guoliang returned to the headquarters, he immediately ordered the establishment of a security force to be used to clear out the guerrillas in the rear.

"If we want to consolidate the results of the frontal battlefield, we must use public security warfare to eliminate all resistance forces in the rear as much as possible! We must eliminate all mercy and suppress all resistance forces with an iron fist!"

For Peng Guoliang, an attack was just a minor episode in the battle. Even after issuing the order, he never asked about the outcome of the security war. But one thing is certain: the security war is the inevitable choice to consolidate the occupied area.

Security warfare is an inevitable choice to consolidate the occupied area. After all, that place is different from other places. Every household there has a gun.

(End of this chapter)