Chapter 447 Ambush from the Pocket Formation: The Annihilation of the Indonesian Army



The convoy bumped along the rough asphalt road, and Tuwak was about to close his eyes and rest again.

"Boom!"

An explosion suddenly rang out.

Flames erupted, and the military jeep at the front was blasted more than ten feet into the air by a landmine.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen RPG rockets flew in and quickly hit several trucks at both ends.

In the blink of an eye, the car turned into a fireball. Some of the people inside were killed instantly, while others jumped out of the car, screaming in agony and desperately trying to put out the flames on their bodies.

If you can't put it out, roll on the ground, hoping the friction from the ground will extinguish the fire...

Explosions and fires occurred at both ends of the convoy, forcing it to stop.

Tuwak reacted quickly; as soon as the first car in front of him exploded, he immediately opened the car door and jumped to the side of the road.

With another leap, he jumped into the roadside drainage ditch.

The guard driving the car reacted a beat too slow; he had just reached the roadside when he was thrown into the air by the blast wave from the jeep explosion.

He let out a miserable groan and fell heavily to the side of the ditch.

Tuwak looked up and saw blood gushing from the guard's back.

His body was convulsing, and he looked like he was about to die.

"Commander...Commander...it hurts so much..."

The guard's slightly immature young face was very close to Tuvak.

He spoke in pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood with each word.

"I...it really hurts!"

"puff!"

A large mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

Finally, only the sound of swallowing with difficulty remained.

Faced with the tragic state of his acquaintances, Tuwak's lips trembled slightly, but he could not utter a sound.

After a few breaths, the guard finally breathed his last.

The explosions are still ongoing.

"Da da da... da da da..."

The dense sounds of light and heavy machine gun fire echoed through the mountains and forests on both sides.

Those officers and soldiers who didn't have time to dodge were instantly torn apart by large-caliber bullets and fell to the ground in agony.

The machine gun bullets were relentless, sweeping away all the human bodies along the road, including the fire-man rolling on the ground.

The screams gradually subsided.

For those engulfed in flames, the bullet that takes their lives in time is undoubtedly the greatest blessing.

Five minutes later, the cars parked on the road were either blown up or riddled with bullets by machine guns.

There wasn't a single living person to be seen on the road.

Tuwak buried his head in the ditch, trembling all over.

Desperate fear burned through every pore of my body.

He was terrified, terrified of death.

Because he knew that after he died, everything in this world would be irrelevant to him.

I will be forever lost in boundless darkness, without any consciousness.

The glory of his early life made Tuwak, who was nearly fifty, cherish the feeling of being alive even more.

He really didn't want to die.

At this moment, if someone were to say that he could live, he would agree without hesitation, no matter the cost.

Unfortunately, life never offers "what ifs".

"Boom!"

An RPG rocket happened to hit the edge of the ditch where Tuvak was hiding.

An explosion was heard.

The flames and shrapnel instantly engulfed an area of ​​5 meters in diameter.

Tuwak felt a jolt, as if dozens of cuts had been made in his body, and his life was rapidly slipping away with his blood.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his chest; one of his palms was stained red.

His body trembled and then collapsed to the ground.

Damn it, I got infected!

The shrapnel struck a vital organ...

....................................

The battle to ambush the convoy has only just begun.

The more than 10,000 Indonesian soldiers who had been routed also all walked into the ambush at Badaokou.

The two Flying Eagle Special Forces battalions, which had been waiting for a long time, detonated the high explosives on both sides of the road.

Flames shot into the sky, and explosions occurred one after another, stretching for about two kilometers.

The defeated soldiers, crowded on the mountain road, fled in all directions.

Many people chose to jump into the roadside drainage ditch, but accidentally triggered booby traps.

Those who are still squeezed in the middle of the road are the most unfortunate.

A hail of bullets rained down from the hillside, as dense as a storm, relentlessly reaping lives as they whizzed past human bodies.

More than 10,000 people, without anyone in command, let alone the ability to organize a counterattack.

And so, they were ruthlessly and unilaterally slaughtered.

Those at the back of the line panicked and tried to retreat.

But then something even more tragic happened.

The 8th Armored Battalion of the Combined Arms Brigade, which was lying in ambush at the entrance of the mountain road, had already tied the bag tightly.

Thirty-five T-90 tanks were deployed in more than ten checkpoints, completely blocking the already narrow road.

The retreating routs had barely appeared when they entered the firing range of the tank's main gun.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

......

The tanks opened fire one after another.

Sixty BTR-90 amphibious infantry fighting vehicles blocked both sides of the road, so that no matter which side the people retreated from, they could not escape the machine guns and cannons on the vehicles.

With ambushes ahead and tanks and armored vehicles blocking the way from behind, the trap at Badaokou had become a trap to annihilate the enemy.

The routed Indian troops, trapped in the enemy lines, cried out to heaven and earth in vain, scurrying about like headless flies.

But after only a few steps, they would be killed by bombs or bullets, losing all vital signs.

On the contrary, a few soldiers who lay prostrate on the ground pretending to be dead temporarily escaped death, but after the battle, the Dragon Gang always had the habit of cleaning up the battlefield and finishing off the remaining soldiers.

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