Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1087: Strong Attack (2)

Lingpu, six o'clock, in the lobby of Pu Yu headquarters.

Nei Kangyong leaned against a marble pillar, his face pale. In just ten minutes, his proud elite squadron was beaten to pieces.

"Reporting to the captain," the signalman said in a trembling voice, "Squads one and two were completely wiped out, only three people are left in squad three, and squad four..."

"Shut up!" Nei Kangyong roared. But he knew that this was the cruel reality.

The opponent's tactical coordination was perfect. Four snipers controlled all the commanding heights, and anyone who dared to show his head would be shot immediately. Two MG42 machine guns alternated to provide cover, and the dense firepower network left his men no chance to organize a counterattack.

What was even more terrifying was the four assaulters. They were armed with MP40s and moved like ghosts, taking three or four lives with each charge. And the two blasting experts, armed with 98Ks, had a shooting accuracy that was simply outrageous.

"Report!" Another soldier ran over in panic, "Squads 5 and 6 have been cut off, and communications are completely interrupted! Squad 7 at the back door just called for help, and then..."

Nei Kangyong slumped on the ground. His squadron was almost wiped out, and the remaining less than forty people were trapped in the hall, while the terrible enemy outside was approaching step by step.

"Captain, let's surrender!" a squad leader begged, "If we keep fighting, we'll all be finished!"

Nei Kangyong closed his eyes. The elite squadron he was so proud of was as vulnerable as paper in front of this mysterious force. This was not a contest of numbers at all, but a complete crushing of quality.

"Boom!" The door was blown open, and four dark shadows rushed in with guns in the thick smoke.

Nei Kangyong knew that the battle was over. His squadron was defeated in just ten minutes.

At exactly six o'clock in the morning, all over Pu Yu headquarters.

East side, underground garage.

The fourth and fifth teams had already penetrated deep into the second underground floor. The entrance blasted open by the blasting experts was still smoking, and the bodies of three guards lay on the concrete floor.

"Cleared up, keep moving forward!" The fourth squad leader whispered. Two assaulters, holding MP40s, advanced quickly along the dim lane. The firepower operator behind them, carrying an MG42, watched every corner vigilantly.

"Enemy spotted! Area B!" the communicator suddenly warned.

"Da da da!" The roar of the MG42 echoed in the underground garage. A group of enemies who wanted to launch a sneak attack were instantly swept down.

West side, near the wall.

The Sixth Squad has taken control of the entire western area, with two snipers occupying an excellent position, blocking all possible reinforcements.

"Another patrol team, at ten o'clock." The sniper reported calmly.

"Bang! Bang!" Two crisp gunshots were heard, and the patrol team fell silently.

North, secret passage.

"This is the secret door marked on the blueprint," Black Fox led the seventh team, busy in front of an inconspicuous corner, "Prepare for blasting."

The blasting expert stepped forward and skillfully installed the explosives.

“Three, two, one!”

"boom!"

A narrow passage appeared in the smoke and dust. Black Fox picked up his MP40 and signaled his team members to follow: "According to the plan, go straight to the basement."

In just ten minutes, the defenses of the Puyu headquarters were breached from all sides. Professional tactical coordination, precise fire suppression, and tacit teamwork turned this heavily guarded headquarters into a cleared area.

Each team was carrying out their predetermined mission, operating like a precise machine. This was not a melee, but a carefully planned clearing operation.

6:05 am, main building of Pu Yu headquarters.

"The second and third teams have taken control of the hall," the communicator reported to Black Fox, "and are clearing the first floor."

"Very good," Black Fox ordered on the intercom, "Teams 4 and 5 will advance from the underground garage to the east side of the first floor, and Team 6 will enter from the west to form a three-way encirclement. Team 7 will follow me up from the basement to cut off their retreat."

First floor, east corridor.

"Enemy!" The assaulter of the fourth squad squatted down suddenly. A burst of bullets swept over his head.

"Suppressive fire!"

The roar of the MG42 sounded, and the dense rain of bullets suppressed the enemy on the opposite side behind the wall. The two assaulters immediately took the opportunity to rush forward, and the enemies at the end of the corridor fell down one after another amid the bursts of MP40 fire.

First floor, west office area.

"Three offices, quick decision." The sixth team leader gestured.

Three commandos acted simultaneously. Grenades exploded in the office, and in the smoke, the sound of MP40 bursts of fire rang out. Each room was cleared within ten seconds.

Second floor, central staircase.

"There's a heavy machine gun up there!" the communicator from the second squad warned.

"Leave it to us." Two snipers set up their guns and aimed at the stairs through the first-floor window.

"Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots rang out, and the machine gunner fell to the ground. The assaulter immediately rushed up the stairs and quickly cleared out the remaining enemies.

Stairs from the basement to the first floor.

"There's an ambush ahead." Black Fox raised his hand to signal Team Seven to stop.

The demolition expert stepped forward, opened a small hole in the wall, and threw a grenade in. After the explosion, the commando rushed in and quickly dealt with the enemy who tried to ambush.

"Most of the areas on the first and second floors have been cleared," the communicator reported to Black Fox, "and the enemy is retreating to the third and fourth floors."

"No need to pursue," Black Fox ordered, "Control all the key points on the first and second floors. They are trapped and will soon run out of ammunition."

The seven teams were like a big net, gradually strangling the defense force of the Jade Headquarters. Each team strictly implemented the predetermined plan and brought professional tactics to the extreme. This was not a melee, but a precise surgical operation.

6:10 AM, top floor office.

"Neikangyong! Neikangyong! Answer me!" Hong Yuzhang yelled into the communicator, but only got a chorus of noise in response.

"Report to the commander-in-chief!" The adjutant rushed in, "Nei Kangyong's squadron has been... completely wiped out!"

"What?" Hong Yuzhang stood up suddenly. "How could an elite squadron of more than 200 people...?"

Before he finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from the communicator: "Emergency report! This is the Yamada Squadron! We were ambushed. The enemy only has ten people, but their tactical skills are extremely high! We have lost one-third of our manpower..."

"Retreat to headquarters immediately!" Hong Yuzhang's forehead was covered with cold sweat. "Retreat immediately!"

"No, Commander!" Yamada's voice was filled with despair. "The enemy has completely controlled the battlefield, and two snipers have blocked all escape routes. We are trapped on Tsukimi Road and cannot move! Their firepower has set up a perfect firepower network, and we can't even raise our heads..."

"Bang!" A crisp gunshot was heard from the other end of the communicator.

"Report to the commander! The squad leader of the fifth squad was shot! It was a 98K bullet. These people's shooting skills are terrible! We..."

Communications were suddenly interrupted.

Hong Yuzhang slumped in his chair. The squadron he sent out to support was ambushed, and the squadron that stayed behind was almost wiped out, and now the enemy was advancing upwards layer by layer.

"Commander-in-Chief!" The adjutant's voice was trembling, "What should we do?"

Hong Yuzhang looked out the window. In the darkness before dawn, the defense he had carefully built was collapsing. What made him even more desperate was that he realized now that he had fallen into the other party's trap from the beginning.

"Lure the tiger away from the mountain..." he muttered to himself, "make a feint to the east and attack in the west..."

There were bursts of gunfire in the distance, and his headquarters was being eaten away inch by inch by a mysterious elite force.