Fear will spread, and the spread of fear in a troop is definitely the most fatal. After encountering this situation, the commander's orders will become non-binding and have no deterrent effect.
Under the ghostly figure, the Kachin Army soldiers cleared the bullets from the magazine in an instant, and the gunshots suddenly became sparse.
"Spread out! Spread out! This is a trap, this is a trap!" the commander yelled.
But the soldiers quickly changed their magazines and continued to shoot at the figures in the forest. Attacking was a sign of safety. Listening to the sound of gunshots and watching the shells flying around comforted them and made them feel safe.
many.
Soon, the second magazine was empty again, and the gunfire became even more sporadic.
The commander was desperate, but there was nothing he could do.
Suddenly, the moving figures suddenly stopped. They were either standing behind a big tree, standing on top of a big tree, or squatting in the grass.
The cheeks covered with oil paint were grinning ferociously, revealing the white teeth.
If the cheeks of these vengeful flames make people feel extremely frightened, then the RPG-7 rocket launchers carried on their shoulders plunge the Kachin Army soldiers into despair.
"Long live the jihad!!!"
There was a loud roar, and forty-nine rockets were fired at the same time, attacking the Kachin Army soldiers who were huddled together for safety.
"ah!!!"
"Run!!!"
"..."
Desperate voices sounded one after another, and then were completely drowned out by violent explosions that exploded like thunder.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
One rocket after another fell on the group of soldiers and exploded, turning the entire area into a sea of flames. Fires shot up into the sky, broken limbs were thrown into the air, and big trees collapsed...
One after another, the scorching heat wave storm rolled outward in the shape of water waves, roaring and sweeping across everything.
The surrounding big trees trembled weakly under the heat wave storm, and the dense branches and leaves fell rustlingly. Before they fell to the ground, they were blown into the sky by the hurricane, and drifted into the distance.
Puddles of meat and viscera were hung bloody on the branches, scattered on the forest floor with a radius of fifty meters, burning in the firelight, and filling the air with the aroma of roasted meat.
Except for a very small number of soldiers who survived by chance, most of them were turned into mutilated corpses under the sheer power of forty-nine rockets.
The commander stared at the scene in front of him, knelt heavily on the ground, and let out a miserable howl.
The ghosts holding rifles appeared, stepping on the flesh and blood under their feet, and finally appeared head-on in front of the Kachin army.
"Crunch! Crunch!..."
The soles of the boots trampled on the broken corpses, making a horrifying sound. The broken flesh was covered with the soles of the shoes, and there was a clear bloody footprint every step of the way.
All the surviving soldiers were gathered together and knelt neatly in front of the commander.
Thirty-seven, the Kachin Army dispatched 500 troops, only thirty-seven soldiers were left, including the commander, there were only thirty-eight people.
Yan Fenghuo took a deep breath of the smell of blood mixed with gunpowder smoke, and smiled peacefully at the Kachin Army commander: "This is not a jihad against you, but you have brought this jihad upon yourself. Do you know what jihad is?"
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The commander kneeling on the ground shook his head, his expression dull.
"Holy war is about purification, about driving out all heretics." Yan Fenghuo grinned, holding his rifle and pulling the trigger at a soldier.
"Bang!"
The bullet penetrated the soldier's head, causing a spray of blood.
Hearing the gunshots and seeing the other party executing his soldiers lightly, the commander's body trembled violently.
"Only blood and death can evoke the glory of jihad." Yan Fenghuo turned around and fired again, killing a Kachin Army soldier again.
The commander's body trembled again and he slowly raised his head.
The moment he raised his head, the execution began.
Yan Fenghuo pulled the trigger again and again, shooting through the heads of the remaining thirty-five people. Seeing the brains burst and blood flying everywhere, it seemed that the people he killed were not people at all.
That's right, what he killed was not a human being at all. In the face of holy war, human life is no different than that of pigs and dogs. As long as you are the target of holy war, as long as you are descended from holy war.
“Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…” The commander cried, kneeling on the ground, clutching the weeds covered with barbs with both hands.
Five hundred people, the army of five hundred people was finished like this, all burned up by the flames of revenge...
After executing the remaining soldiers, Yan Fenghuo slowly squatted in front of the commander and said in a soft voice: "You have experienced the jihad and your guilt has been cleared, so you can go."
The commander was indifferent and continued to cry loudly. His hands were pricked by weeds and were covered with blood.
"Hehehe..." Yan Fenghuo touched the commander's head and sighed with compassion: "Poor child, may God give you guidance, Amitabha."
After finishing speaking, he led his men slowly towards the jungle. When the last one was about to completely enter, he raised his hand and threw a petrol bomb.
"boom!"
The fire burst into flames, and with the help of the wind, the fire immediately formed a forest fire - the flames of revenge!
In the firelight, the commander stumbled like crazy, crying and falling, getting up and falling again. It seemed that he could no longer see the road under his feet, nor the big tree in front of him, and could only walk forward in a daze, crying, towards the fire.
The biggest place to go.
When the blazing flames enveloped him, the rapidly shrinking body looked up to the sky and let out a crying laugh: "Hahaha...hahahaha...Revenge flames, revenge flames, hahahahaha..."
The forest fire burned more and more fiercely, burning through one hilltop and rushing to the other. The entire Lehei Mountain Forest was plunged into a sea of flames. It was as red as blood and unbearable. In this way, the flames of revenge are erupted and angered.
The entire army of 500 people was wiped out, and the top management of the Kachin Army was in chaos. They blamed each other and quarreled with each other. This was the most costly battle in decades. 500 people were wiped out by 49 people.
No bones were left.
"Americans, Americans, only Americans can stop dealing with them, and... fangs!" General Richard sitting in the corner made a cold voice, like a poisonous snake.
"What if we still can't deal with it?" Another general said: "Leave the ETIM to them, otherwise the flames of revenge will completely bloom in northern Myanmar!"
"But how can the Americans explain it? We need the support of the United States!"
“Is this the price in exchange for U.S. support?”
"Our goal is the entire Myanmar and the government forces!"
"The Americans can't help us. What we should do is to establish a good relationship with China. Our goal is government troops, and we need China's acquiescence."
"..."
The debate continues, with radicals, conservatives, and opposition groups clearly divided. The Kachin Army wants to gain support from the United States, but it is afraid of pressure from China. It is difficult to choose between the two, and both are the most troublesome issues.
Suddenly, General Richard burst into flames, took out his pistol and pulled the trigger at an opponent.
"Bang!"
The opposition general fell to the ground with his eyes wide open in a pool of blood.
All arguments disappeared, and all eyes were fixed on Richard.
"There is no way to ease our relationship with China because we have harbored the ETIM terrorists and protected them." Richard continued coldly: "In this case, we can only get help from the Americans.
Everyone must dislike the Fang Legion in the northern mountains and forests, let alone Revenge Flame. Whether it is Fang or Yan Fenghuo, they are the people the US military wants to kill the most. They will send out elite troops. Yes, they are already sending out