Old Niu led his AK gunner team all the way to the city center.
It's two blocks away from the Indonesian presidential palace.
The column stopped advancing.
Old Niu climbed to the top of a tall building and carefully observed the enemy situation with binoculars.
The situation of the Indian garrison could be clearly seen from hundreds of meters away.
The streets were deserted.
The garrison set up roadblocks every 50 meters or so along the route leading to the Presidential Palace.
The roadblocks consisted of barricades and barbed wire.
The trenches, made of sandbags, had firing ports, through which the dark muzzles of light and heavy machine guns could be vaguely seen.
Behind the roadblocks, there were some simple temporary shelters.
Through the binoculars, mortar barrels occasionally peeked out from the bunker, along with the figures of soldiers standing ready for battle...
This time, blocking Lao Niu's path was the 31st Regiment of the Indonesian Army.
This is a reinforced regiment, well-equipped, with a strength of 2,800 men.
Old Niu put down his binoculars and shook his head inwardly.
You bastard Chen Shumin, you actually let me lead 300 men to attack the Presidential Palace?
These 300 men carried nothing but daggers, grenades, RPGs, and AK-47s; they didn't even bring a decent light machine gun.
Three hundred gunmen armed with light weapons are about to launch a strong attack on a street position defended by a reinforced regiment.
How could you, a cunning strategist, come up with something like this!
Damn it, I shouldn't have taken on this damn task in the first place...
"Old Niu, Old Niu, have your men reached the designated location?"
Chen Shumin's voice suddenly came through the military walkie-talkie.
Old Niu replied irritably, "We have reached the designated location. Please give us your instructions for the next step, strategist."
"Have your men rest on the spot. The Mountain Eagles will launch an attack in 10 minutes. Clear out the roadblocks first."
"Ah? The mountain eagle is here too?"
"Nonsense, do you think you can take over the presidential palace with just 300 guns?"
"Old Chen, are you kidding me? Are you deliberately keeping me in suspense?" Old Niu was unhappy.
Chen Shumin chuckled and said, "What's wrong? You're allowed to always belittle me, but I'm not allowed to mess with you once?"
Old Niu gritted his teeth: "Very well, Old Chen, you just wait!"
After hanging up the walkie-talkie, Lao Niu's anxious heart finally settled down.
With Flying Eagles involved, this operation is completely different.
Old Niu knew Angduke's freakish nature all too well; every member of his Flying Eagle Special Forces unit was a special operations fanatic.
Dealing with the Indonesian army regiment in front should be a piece of cake.
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10 minutes later.
Old Niu, who was standing on the rooftop looking around, heard a sharp whistling sound coming from the sky.
Looking up, I saw streaks of white light flashing across the sky, quickly filling half the sky.
"Holy crap, it's a rocket launcher!"
The old ox blurted out a curse:
"BM-8 rocket launcher? And a 107mm rocket launcher?"
"These bastards, using rocket launchers in urban warfare? Don't they know shells cost money?!"
The sudden artillery barrage caught the Indonesian troops blocking the two streets ahead completely off guard.
In the chaos, countless hellfires rained down from the sky...
"Boom boom boom... Boom! Boom!"
Flames rose and smoke billowed.
Light and heavy machine guns on barricades and sandbag trenches flew into the air, accompanied by tattered barbed wire and sand.
It quickly turned into piles of scrap metal.
Soldiers guarding the roadblock screamed in agony as they were tossed aside by the continuous explosions.
The flames from the explosion began to spread backward, and more soldiers hiding behind cover joined the ranks of the dead or losing limbs...
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Immediately determine the coordinates of the enemy's artillery positions! Quickly! Call in the artillery battalion for a counterattack!"
"Reporting to the commander, the enemy's artillery position is 3.5 kilometers away, and our mortars... can't reach it!"
"What did you say? Where's the howitzer battalion? Are they asleep?"
"Commander, the howitzer battalion is also under heavy artillery fire..."
"......"
Increasingly dense rocket artillery shells landed on the positions of the Indonesian defending forces.
The roadblocks and positions erected on the main street relied on the complex terrain of the street.
In such an environment, it is unavoidable that shelling might accidentally bomb residential buildings.
The Flying Eagles, these war fanatics, didn't care at all. After all, this wasn't Chinatown; it was inhabited by Indonesian locals, so they weren't afraid of being accidentally hurt.
The shelling continued for 15 minutes.
The street ahead was almost entirely shrouded in flames and black smoke.
The roadblocks in the center of the street, the bunkers behind them, and the innocent shops and houses were all reduced to ruins.
Limbs and bloodstains were scattered all over the ground.
A reinforced regiment of 2,800 men could not hold out for even 15 minutes under such intense shelling.
The 31st Regiment suffered heavy casualties and was essentially rendered ineffective.
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As soon as the shelling stopped, a stealth eagle unit of 800 men suddenly appeared behind the defensive line, passing through the flames and smoke.
Taking advantage of the chaos, this group of unseen ghosts ruthlessly annihilated the remaining remnants of the 31st Regiment.
Whether standing or lying down, as long as they have a breath left, they will be taken away by bullets.
The Flying Eagle Special Forces' clearing operations were swift and efficient.
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