Chapter 408 Chang Yin goes to the battlefield
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Ivanov rubbed his brow. This evening had been quite stimulating for him. Seeing that the secretary had no intention of leaving, he asked, "Anything else?"
Secretary: "Sir, in fact, we can not only import timber from China, but also buy many other things from China. If that is the case, we can at least save half of the rubles."
Ivanov couldn't help but think. He was about to ask his secretary to tell him specifically what was imported, but he watched helplessly as things in the study disappeared mysteriously.
This was exactly the effect Tang Yue was aiming for. Haha, if you want to take advantage of China, you should at least ask her if she agrees, right? The secretary saw her boss's eyes filled with fear, and before she could even ask, the antique display case behind him, along with all his favorite antiques, vanished.
"What?" The secretary stood up quickly. Ivanov regained his composure and immediately prepared to make a call, but the handle in his hand suddenly disappeared.
Ivanov spoke immediately, "Quick, activate S-class security measures. Use bombs if necessary. We must not let these thieves escape today!"
Dongfang Yi's voice trembled as he translated this, "Tang Yue, let's go quickly. If they drop bombs randomly later, we won't be able to escape."
Tang Yue ignored Ivanov's hysteria, but what frustrated her was that the house couldn't be put into the space. This ruined her idea of saving some energy.
Ivanov and his secretary ran out of the study and started shouting in the room.
"Get up, everyone! Thieves are coming! Quick! Protect all your property! We can't let the thieves succeed!"
Tang Yue asked Dongfang Yi to go out and wait for her first. She was the only one who could pack up the things, and it would be quite troublesome to bring Dongfang Yi along.
While Ivanov was speaking, the three-story building had already been cleared out. Tang Yue then went to another building. Perhaps he was a wealthy man.
Tang Yue was dazzled by what she received.
Half an hour later, Tang Yue looked at the two depressed faces of Ivanov and his secretary with satisfaction as they left the manor amid screams, panic and crying.
Dongfang Yi followed Tang Yue quietly. He needed to slow down. In fact, it would be best if he could be given a quiet space to be alone. Tang Yue seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Dongfang Yi.
After thinking about it, he happened to have something to do, so the two of them came to the downstairs of Dongfang Yi's house. "You should go back and rest first, and pack your things. Well, I'll probably take you away tonight."
It's a good opportunity for my uncle to ask other families, if anyone wants to leave, we can go together."
After saying that, Tang Yue turned and left. As for foreign exchange, she'd better go to the bank and get some. It was already morning, so Tang Yue didn't want to treat herself to a meal first. Then, all of Moscow fell into chaos.
After Tang Yue finished her work, she remembered something: she hadn't contacted the battalion commander yet. She wanted to do business with China, and if she didn't give them a ride, she'd lose.
She found an empty room in the hotel, and it was completely empty. Furthermore, she had a vague feeling that the space seemed to be unable to accommodate more. Tang Yue curled her lips. She hadn't seen the edge before, so how could there be a limit now? It was frustrating!
After taking out the things from the room in the space, Tang Yue sat on the bed and took out the machine that Chang Yin had given her. The sound of "beep, beep" continued to ring out.
Tang Yue......
"Where are you?"
"Are you still in the Yiwa Brigade?"
"Tell me the exact location!"
"Are the four tanks here with you?"
......
"You went to Maozi Country!"
"Received an immediate response!"
"I have a mission. If you have anything, please contact Commander Kang! I have already handed the machine over to the commander."
Tang Yue frowned. Mission? What mission? Tang Yue shook her head. She didn't want to think about it. After all, he was the battalion commander, so she had no say in it.
In the humid tropical rainforest, he often crouched down through knee-deep piles of rotten leaves. It was rainy season on the southern battlefield of Bianyue State, and dense raindrops pounded on the camouflage netting, leaked through the bamboo roof of the air-raid shelter, and condensed into water beading on his military uniform.
At this moment, Chang Yin was leading the reconnaissance platoon to carry out an infiltration mission. The Type 56 submachine gun on his waist had long been soaked by rain, and moss-like water marks were condensed on the barrel.
"Battalion Commander, we've found the entrance to the tunnel of the Vietnamese army on the border!" Communicator Xiao Liu suddenly lowered his voice.
Chang Yin looked in the direction he pointed. Thirty meters away, a wooden ladder, half hidden by vines, peeked out from beneath a banana leaf. This was the seventh tunnel discovered in three days. The tunneling tactics taught to the Bianyue Army by the US military advisory group were working with terrifying effectiveness along the Hu Zhiyue Trail.
Chang Yin took out the Luoyang shovel from his waist. This sharp weapon, which originated from tomb-robbing tools, has now become a battlefield artifact.
The moment the shovel plunged into the ground, he keenly detected a muffled thud from underground—the Bianyue army was shifting its forces. "Prepare for blasting!" he decisively ordered, and the soldiers quickly pushed the explosive packs into the tunnel vents.
Just then, the distinctive roar of a US military UH-11 helicopter could be heard in the distance. Chang Yin threw Xiao Liu to the ground. The rockets fired from the helicopter exploded in the rainforest, raining down dirt on the two men.
After the aftermath of the explosion passed, Chang Yin discovered that the vines at the entrance of the tunnel were shaking violently, and more than 20 American soldiers were pouring out from the gap created by the explosion. They were equipped with American MM16 rifles and MM79 grenade launchers.
"Shoot!" Chang Yin raised his submachine gun and fired, the flames from the muzzle drawing bright tracks in the rain.
The American soldiers were well-trained and dispersed, their MM16 gunfire creating a crossfire in the rainforest. Chang Yin noticed that two of the enemy soldiers were carrying MM20 rocket launchers, a weapon capable of penetrating 200mm of armor, posing a significant threat to the enemy's tunnels.
"Old Yang, suppress the bazooka operator!" Chang Yin shouted to the machine gunner Yang Dayong. Yang Dayong manipulated the Type 58 twin-mounted machine gun to rotate the turret, and the dense rain of bullets instantly turned the bazooka operator into a sieve.
"Captain, that's awesome! Haha!"
As soon as he finished speaking, more American soldiers poured out of the tunnel. Chang Yin noticed that they had C4 plastic explosives hanging around their waists. These were highly effective explosives specially used to destroy fortifications.
Chang Yin's eyes were deep as he gave a calm and steady command, "Everyone, listen up! Retreat into the tunnel!"
Chang Yin led the soldiers to retreat while fighting. The narrow tunnel was filled with smoke and the smell of blood, and the shouts of American soldiers were getting closer and closer.
Chang Yin suddenly spotted a glimmer of light ahead. It turned out to be a US military advisor directing the backup troops to set up defenses. He fumbled for two grenades, snapped the safety pins, and in the glow of the explosion, saw the US military advisor using a walkie-talkie to call for air support.
At that moment, Chang Yin felt a gust of wind on his back. He quickly turned around and grabbed the arm holding the dagger. A US soldier rushed from the side and rear, and the MM3 dagger almost penetrated his bulletproof vest.
He backhanded the butt of his rifle and smashed it against the other soldier's temple, snatching the MU1911 pistol from his hand and blowing the American soldier's head off with one shot. He then fired continuously to eliminate the enemies in the tunnel.
The battle lasted for a full three hours. When Chang Yin and the remaining seven soldiers withdrew from the tunnel, the sky in the east was already turning pale.
He leaned against a rubber tree that was flattened by artillery fire, looking at the Bian Yue stronghold still burning in the distance, the unique silence of the battlefield echoing in his ears.
The communicator Xiao Liu handed over the kettle, and Chang Yin realized that his right arm had been cut into a bloody mess by shrapnel.
"Battalion Commander, division headquarters called," Xiao Liu said, wiping the rain and blood from his face. "Commander Chen has instructed us to capture Hill 3 within three days to open a passage for the follow-up troops."
Chang Yin looked at the gradually clearing sky, from which came the roar of the US military's BB-52 bombers.
Chang Yin took out a simple map he had made and carefully examined the terrain around Hill No. 3, considering how to take it. At the same time, he was thinking, if the little girl came, would their battle still be so difficult?
Chang Yin's lips curled up unconsciously. Even if the little girl came, she couldn't use her spiritual power. It was estimated that the war situation would not change much. Alas, the little girl is still too young. Don't come. It's too dangerous here.
Children should be protected.
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