Night had fallen, the fighting in the forest had ceased, and a group of Ryan prisoners of war walked out of the woods with their hands raised and heads hanging low.
"Move!" A squad of Phos soldiers, guns raised, led the prisoners of war forward.
Snap!
"Hurry up." One of the Ryan prisoners of war who was walking a little slower was whipped on the buttocks.
"Hey! That's enough!" the prisoner of war shouted.
"Did I give you face? Did I give you face?"
Smack! Smack!
"Ouch—" the prisoner of war cried out in pain as he was being whipped, "Why me?"
Did I tell you to speak?! Did I tell you to speak?!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Damn it! Sir, spare me! I was wrong!"
The prisoner of war scattered and fled, pursued and attacked by the Phos soldier. Near the entrance to the Phos stronghold, a commotion broke out within the prisoner ranks, and they scattered.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" The Fas guards at the entrance of the stronghold were knocked off their feet.
"Sir, help! I've surrendered!" The prisoner of war, Ryan, who had been whipped, cried out in terror, running frantically towards a Fass soldier positioned at a heavy machine gun position. He sobbed as if he had seen a savior, "Sir, save me! I'm afraid to die! I don't want to die! Waaah..."
"Get lost! Don't touch me!" The Phos soldier kicked the crying Ryan prisoner of war hard with some disgust.
Is this all the Ryan National Army is capable of? No wonder they're suffering defeat after defeat on the battlefield.
Surprisingly, the kick didn't push the other man away; Ryan, the prisoner of war, still clung to his leg, weeping bitterly.
Which class are you in?
After the prisoners of war were herded into the stronghold, the Phos soldiers responsible for escorting them from behind walked to the entrance.
“I’m from the 305th Platoon,” the Fas soldier replied, continuing to lead the prisoner forward without stopping. According to the intelligence he had previously obtained, there was indeed a 305th Platoon inside the stronghold.
"Number!" The Phos soldier who had been asking the questions earlier reached out to stop them.
"305th Platoon, 3rd Infantry Company, 12th Army of the Fas Khan Army!" The Fas Khan soldier glared fiercely at the guard. "Trying to cause trouble, huh?"
"I'm from Class 305!" The Fass guard raised his gun. "Hands up!"
The Phos soldier looked utterly exasperated; he'd never had such good luck when buying lottery tickets.
"I'll say it again! Raise..."
puff!
A sharp knife pierced through his chest. The Phos guard stared wide-eyed as blood gushed from his chest, collapsing powerlessly.
"enemy……"
Before another Fass guard could even utter the alarm of "enemy attack," he was tackled to the ground by two prisoners of war. The surrounding prisoners of war rushed toward their targets.
Click!
Upon seeing the chaos at the entrance, the Fass soldier at the heavy machine gun position immediately pulled the safety off his machine gun and pointed it at the entrance.
"Well……"
The Fass machine gunner tried to pull the trigger but found himself powerless. Before he knew it, a sharp knife had plunged into his abdomen and was being twisted around.
The prisoner of war looked at him with a resentful expression.
"Don't let anyone suck up to you in the future."
"Oh, I forgot, you don't have a future."
The Phasian guards at the entrance were subdued by prisoners of war, and the Phasian soldiers behind them filed in, quickly making their way to the various camps within the stronghold under the cover of night.
These prisoners of war and Phas soldiers were obviously soldiers from the Fifth Company in disguise.
The soldiers of the Fifth Company kicked open the doors of every room in the stronghold and opened fire on the beds without even looking at anything. Many of the Phas soldiers were riddled with bullets in their beds before they even knew what was happening.
The battle ended quickly, and the Fifth Company cleaned up the battlefield thoroughly. They didn't need any survivors; this was the rear of the Fas Khan army's defense line, and they couldn't take any prisoners anyway.
When Zhang Fan entered the stronghold, the bodies of the Fas soldiers had already been cleared away, and the soldiers of the Fifth Company lined both sides of the entrance to welcome their commander.
Looking at these brats, each of them puffing out their chests and acting all high and mighty like they were saying "Praise me for being awesome," Zhang Fan really wanted to kick them.
"What about the casualties?" This was the question Zhang Fan was most concerned about, and also the one he was most afraid to ask.
"Ten lightly wounded, no fatalities," Brandon replied.
The Fifth Company employed a hit-and-run tactic, and there were actually few instances of direct confrontation with the Fass soldiers. Most of the 10 lightly wounded were injured when they stormed into the stronghold and engaged in close combat with the Fass soldiers.
Some female medics began bandaging the wounds of the injured male soldiers. These male and female soldiers of the Fifth Company were originally in the same class at military academy, but now, when they looked at their former classmates who had been pestering them every day, the female soldiers' eyes had changed.
The female soldiers carefully stopped the bleeding, applied medicine, and bandaged the wounds of the male soldiers, their gentle movements as if they were afraid of hurting these heroes in their hearts.
The wounded male soldiers, under the caring gaze of the female soldiers, stood tall and proud, imitating Guan Yu's bone-scraping treatment, as if they were about to have a chess set placed in front of them.
The female soldiers' gazes were enviable, and some male soldiers were even considering secretly cutting themselves to enjoy the female soldiers' admiration.
The fact that an entire company of the Fas Khan army was wiped out at the cost of 10 minor injuries is already a remarkable achievement.
“You all did very well today, but pride comes before a fall.” Zhang Fan still wanted to remind these greenhorns, “This is the rear of the Fas Khan army, with weak defenses. What you wiped out was just a transport company of the Fas Khan army. Their combat strength is not even up to their average level. Don’t think you’re so great.”
"So remember, always maintain a humble, cautious, and unassuming demeanor." Zhang Fan glanced around at the soldiers. "I hope you can survive every battle. This is my hope, and also my wishful thinking."
"I know that people always die in war. I don't care about other teams, but in my heart, your lives are more precious than anyone else's!"
"The 102nd Brigade doesn't engage in unprofitable trades of one for one. Do you all understand?"
"yes!"
After cleaning up the battlefield, the Fifth Company could not stay there any longer, as they did not know when enemy reinforcements would arrive, and they had to leave the area as soon as possible.
All useful supplies within the stronghold were taken by the soldiers of the Fifth Company, and equipment that could not be taken away, such as transport vehicles, were destroyed.
What's needed now is to decide the next direction. All officers and soldiers of the Fifth Company, from the platoon level upwards, were gathered at the company headquarters for a meeting.
“According to the original plan, our next step should be to head north, bypass the Fas Khan army's defenses, and then turn back west to return to the area garrisoned by the Ryan National Army,” Brandon said, pointing to the map in front of him.
This map is a transportation map of the Phos stronghold. There are many detailed markings on the map, which are obviously added later with a pen and are not part of the original map.
This convenient method of recording information constitutes a serious leak, almost completely exposing the logistics support routes of the Fazhan Army's ground forces on the map.
"What will we encounter if we don't head north but continue east?" some squad leaders asked, looking at the dense markings on the map.
“We’ll encounter the Fas Khan Army’s General Logistics and Equipment Department on Milan Star.” Brandon’s hands trembled with nervousness, and he involuntarily clenched his fists.
"Could it be understood this way?" another commander asked, "We've penetrated into the heart of the Fas Khan ground forces that have invaded Milan Star?"
“Yes.” Brandon nodded. “This place can be understood as the heart that supplies blood to the front lines for the Fas Khan army.”
The room fell silent, and then everyone’s eyes turned to their highest-ranking officer.
“Don’t look at me.” Zhang Fan rolled his eyes. “I was only originally responsible for taking you back to Ryan, and this wasn’t part of my plan. As for how you decide to go, that’s your freedom.”
The young commanders and soldiers looked at each other, their eyes meeting, their blood boiling with passion.
"How about... we do it?"
"Will you do it or not?"
"Dry!"
"Fuck him!"
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