The battle for control of the Nancheng Changsheng Industrial Park is in full swing.
The number of casualties on both sides is also rising.
At this rate of heavy casualties, let alone holding out for 12 hours, at least half of the guard would probably be wiped out before dawn.
Urban street fighting has always been a war of attrition. In the end, it comes down to which side has more men left and controls more territory.
The combined forces of the Bai and Wei families numbered nearly 5,000, while the guards defending the building numbered less than 500.
With a 10-to-1 numerical advantage, how can this battle be fought?
Xiang Shanhe sadly realized that if the situation did not change, even if they could hold out for 12 hours, they would still be doomed to total annihilation.
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At the same time, the tank battle in the Bailu Road slums also reached a fever pitch.
The Wayao gang urgently evacuated residents along the tank's route, but many people were unable to evacuate in time and died under the wheels of steel and guns.
Kang's 30-plus attack teams, aside from the RPG rocket launchers, posed some threat to the machine guns on top of the tanks.
In such complex urban terrain, other weapons, including anti-tank mines, have had little effect.
When Heidan returned with a batch of high explosives and more than 20 people, half of the attack team of over 100 people had been killed or wounded.
"Brother Kang, the explosives have been brought back."
The skinny Black Egg excitedly came to Kang Ge's side. He turned around and pointed behind him, where more than 20 members of the Wayao Gang were holding a tightly packed explosive pack in their hands.
"The enemy tanks' anti-aircraft machine guns are too powerful and have a long range, so our attacks can't even get close."
Kang Ge frowned, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowed, and said worriedly:
"Black Egg, you're quick-witted. Think of a way to get closer to these iron lumps."
Black Egg raised its dark little face and glared angrily at the tank a hundred meters away.
Hearing this, he was taken aback, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly had a flash of inspiration, saying:
"Brother Kang, we can't break through, but we can wait."
"I've seen crocodiles hunting in the swamps of Nantianmen Mountain. They'll lie motionless in one spot, waiting for other animals to pass by..."
Black Egg's words made Kang Ge's eyes light up.
Yeah, if we can't get to the top, we can wait in the tank's path!
This is a good method, let's fight it this way.
Kang Ge excitedly grabbed Heidan's little head and, disregarding how dirty it was, gave it a big kiss:
"Black Egg, after this battle, Brother Kang will help you get credit!"
"Everyone, except for those who will continue to harass the enemy tanks with rocket launchers, everyone else, pick up explosive packs or landmines."
"Spread out and ambush along the tanks' advance route, find good hiding spots, and play dead."
"Detonate immediately once the tank gets close..."
The dozens of gang members surrounding Brother Kang all looked at him solemnly, and no one uttered a sound.
Because everyone knows that using your own flesh and blood to ambush a tank, even if you're lucky enough to get hit, you're still at risk of death.
"Who among you doesn't want to go?"
Kang glanced at the familiar faces, suppressing the pain in his heart, and said in a deep voice:
"Those who are unwilling, from this moment on, leave the Wayao Gang. I, Chen Kang, will not blame you."
"Anyone willing to do it, follow me and blow them up!"
"If we survive, we'll all live the high life together; if one of us dies, your family will be supported by the brick kiln gang!"
As soon as Brother Kang finished speaking, the remaining dozens of members of the Wayao Gang were already waving their fists and shouting loudly:
"The brick kiln gang, blow them up!"
"The brick kiln gang, blow them up!"
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Amidst the rousing shouts, a group of raggedly dressed men, including Brother Kang and Black Egg, all carrying explosives or landmines, quickly disappeared into the low-ceilinged houses.
What awaits them ahead may be a lucky survival, or it may be a deafening roar signifying death...
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On the 9th floor of the Kunshi Building, Lin Dong accepted the phone handed to him by Kun Sheng, his voice devoid of joy or sorrow:
"Hello, Commander-in-Chief Peng, I am Lin Dong."
"Lin Dong, first of all, I want to apologize to you. I, Peng Jiasheng, was wrong and almost made a big mistake that offended people."
The voice of Kokang King Peng Jiasheng carried a hint of sorrow and loneliness.
"Commander-in-Chief Peng, this is not your fault, it's just that people's hearts are too wicked."
Lin Dong sighed. Faced with such a complex situation tonight, how many people could remain calm in the face of danger?
It was only because he, as a reborn individual, knew the major historical trends that he was so certain that the Bai and Wei families would join forces in rebellion.
The Kokang king on the phone also let out a long sigh:
"Human hearts are unpredictable; friendships are so fragile in the face of power and interests."
"Lin Dong, with the Bai and Wei families joining forces, how can you and Kun Sheng possibly win the current fierce battle in Nancheng?"
"Based on the situation, you can only hold out for a maximum of 5 more hours."
Lin Dong chuckled and said:
"Isn't there still you? Your Kokang King's First Regiment hasn't even made it to the scene yet."
"Does Commander-in-Chief Peng really intend to stand by and watch the show forever?"
Peng Jiasheng smiled, a rare occurrence for him:
"Heh... what if... I really intend to just watch the show? Or..."
Lin Dong shook his head, interrupting him:
“Then you, Peng Jiasheng, are not the King of Kokang.”
"Oh? You're so sure?"
"Of course, how could the Kokang king, who has experienced decades of war, only have one card to play?"
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