Chapter 502

"What's the matter? What's that noise?"

After hearing the sound of the charging bugle which was almost close at hand, from the whole night, the commander of the eighth regiment of the third Russian equipment corps of Outer Mongolia, muhango, rushed out of the rest room with the fastest speed, and nearly knocked down a staff officer who was rushing to report his work to the ground.

The staff officer staggered and seized it in time. He raised his hand and saluted in a loud voice: "report, sir, that's the Chinese Army's bugle! We have made a quick response at any time! But at present, it is impossible to find out how many enemy troops are involved in the possible fighting... "

"Charge, is this the charge of the Chinese army?"

Muhango did not have time to listen to the staff report, pushed him away and ran into the camp combat room as fast as possible.

In the war room, the lights were bright, and more than a dozen Battle Staff officers with ragged clothes were all holding the phone and calling to a party: "Hello, Hello, I'm the eighth regiment of the third Russian equipment, excuse me --"

looking at the chaotic scene, muhango suddenly felt that his legs and stomach were a little weak and his face was pale.

As the leader of the local border guard, he certainly knows what happened in the handler primeval forest 30 kilometers away. He also knows that there are signs of increasing troops in Huaxia a few days ago.

However, the superior leadership has not sent him to prepare for the war at any time, so he pretends that he does not know. He just orders his subordinates to be cautious these days.

After all, since the founding of the people's Republic of China, there have been few conflicts of scale between the two sides.

Muhango could not think of any reason why China unilaterally started the war.

It's a peaceful world, isn't it?

Huaxia over there is a country of etiquette, isn't it?

How could China, which is a peace loving country with defense as its main defense, start a war without warning?

Don't forget, behind Outer Mongolia is the world's second largest military power, Russia!

In the past, whenever muhango thought of a strong Russia and looked at the Russian style equipment his troops were assembling, he felt a sense of pride.

Even more than once, he fantasized that he would pull out his troops and fight with the increasingly powerful neighbor in the south!

However, when the charge bugle sounded across the mountains, muhango knew how naive his pride and ideas were!

So far, he had not seen a Chinese soldier. He only heard the loud and shrill sound of the charge, and his legs began to soften. He could no longer suppress his fear. He grabbed the collar of a combat staff officer and roared hysterically, "call commander ulappel immediately!"

Commander urape is the commander of the southern military region of Outer Mongolia. He is in charge of the 30000 group army. He is known as the trump card force of the Outer Mongolia empire.

Before the staff officer had time to answer, a staff officer ran in stumbling, with a frightened face shouting: "aircraft, aircraft, the vast Chinese fighter group!"

"Fighter group!"

With a buzzing sound in his head, muhango pushed away the staff officer and ran out of the combat room. As soon as he was about to climb into a nearby car and look to the south, he saw two lines of fire suddenly lit up in the night sky in the distance ahead. Then, there was a big ball of fire. It seemed that the whole earth was groaning and shaking.

With the huge fireball rising, muhango despairingly saw that there were at least dozens of Chinese fighters in the mid sky, forming a long flying column. From east to west, one fighter plane dived from high under the starry sky, and then rose from the sky. A big fireball would burst out on the ground.

At this time, the blast horn has been annihilated by the drone of the aircraft group, but the fear of suffocating muhango and all the soldiers in Outer Mongolia has increased!

They saw that after a few dozen fighters dive, they quickly turn back, still in neat columns, and dive again.

But this time, instead of launching air-to-ground rockets, all fighters have launched more formidable airborne heavy machine guns.

What kind of scene is it? Muhango vowed that until the day he died, he would never forget the shocking scene of dozens of fighters firing on the ground together.

This scene, like his son's computer game, is more nervous and terrifying than that one!

He has no doubt that if the fighter groups which are close to the border of the two countries and bombard the land of China indiscriminately, if they really rush in, only a few dives will leave him hundreds of people with no residue left.

Whew -- after the last fighter plane soared into the air, the sound of terror became more and more distant, but the loud and clear sound of the charge trumpet came faintly.

When the bugle was first sounded, muhango and his hundreds of men hated the sound that made them excited.

However, when the terrorist fighter groups suddenly appeared and disappeared soon, they felt that this kind of bugle was so pleasant to the ear. Compared with the roar of the fighter group, it could be said that it was fairy music.

It's a pity that the sound of celestial music that muhango and others listen to does not last long, but there is a more irritating and frightening buzz - just like the buzz you make when you enter a warm room full of rotten corpses in the middle of the night and start a group of flies.According to the visual inspection, there must be at least 100 black armed helicopters, and they will line up in a line. Along the flight path of the fighter groups, they will drone across, but they will pour down a trajectory more dense than the rainstorm.

Muhango and others have been completely speechless, completely forgetting where they are and what their duties are. Like the guests watching the ceremony, they enjoy this extremely luxurious scene.

The column of armed helicopters has not yet completely flew by, just like the night suddenly lit up. Hundreds of bright lights tore up the thick night. Countless Chinese 99 main battle tanks, like locusts, suddenly covered the ground over there, and the tracks made creaking and creaking sounds.

The more loud and clear the charge is, the muzzle of the tank moves slowly, and the firelight flashes. Far and far south, there are huge fireballs

"Report, commander uraper is calling!"

Just as the muscles of muhango's open mouth were stiff, a combat staff officer almost rolled up to him, shouting a report.

As soon as he woke up from his dream, muhango turned around and rushed into the combat room with the fastest speed. He grabbed the phone from the staff officer and roared, "I'm muhango of the eighth regiment!"

Commander urape's voice sounds obviously angry, but more is helpless after panic: "the Chinese military is holding border field exercises, you should not panic, as far as possible to guard against the defense line - when appropriate, you can pull your team 30 kilometers westward."

"Exercise? So this is just a drill

When muhango called out this sentence, he felt something in his stomach. He fell down and relaxed his nerves. A feeling of emptiness made him rise to something called shame: I am the descendant of Genghis Khan, I am haidongqing flying on the grassland, I am a brave ice warrior! How can I be afraid of those paper tigers?

Commander urape did not reply to muhango's words, but simply dropped the phone.

Listening to the busy beep coming from the microphone, muhango squatted down on the chair, waved weakly to the surrounding staff officers, drooped his head and said, "don't worry, this is just an unannounced exercise over there - inform the troops and march westward for 30 kilometers immediately."

"It was just a drill. I thought..."

All the staff officers were relieved. One of them suddenly said, "is this sudden exercise of the Chinese Army related to handler forest?"

"Don't worry about that much. We'll close the camp at once!"

Muhango suddenly looked up with disgust in his eyes.

As commander muhango, who was satisfied with his status and everything he had, he was disgusted with the scum of meeting in his own country.

Although the battle began several days ago and they had been ordered to "ignore" for a while, they could enjoy the fun of "sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight". However, the sudden on-the-spot exercise in Huaxia tonight made people understand a certain truth and make them feel that they are the fish in the pond.

there is a small town called mongel, one hundred kilometers away from uriat.

It is said that Genghis Khan, who has a great influence in the history of the world, has his mausoleum hidden under this town which looks more like the ancient Jiangnan Town in China.

Of course, it's just a local legend.

In fact, many places said that Genghis Khan Mausoleum was there, but no one could provide evidence.

In a warm, well lit room, an old man in a Zhongshan suit, even if sitting there, would exude a dignified look. He was staring at the living Buddha of Kayang opposite.

The living Buddha of Kayang, dressed in a red cassock, put down the phone that was not suitable for him, and then said with a smile: "I just got the news that you suddenly held a military exercise without warning on the border line 40 kilometers away from handler forest. With a strong lineup, it is worthy of being hailed as a steadily rising empire of the Han Dynasty. "

The old man's mouth slightly twitched for a moment, and said in a deep and clear voice: "to borrow a sentence from Taizong, the founder of this dynasty, is that all these are paper tigers, and there is nothing to worry about. I don't believe it. They dare to launch a war between the two countries for the sake of a few missing fish. "

The longevity eyebrow of the living Buddha of Kayang dropped slightly and said faintly: "of course they dare not. They just use this way to deter our owners and warn them not to sit too askew. By the way, they will cover some people to go to handler forest to die."

The old man frowned: "do you think those people are here to die?"

"Do you think those people can save the fish who have escaped the net under the eyes of thousands of my supporters?" he asked with a cool smile

The old man did not immediately answer, but pondered for a long time, then slowly said: "I have a premonition, this time to help people is not simple. It is definitely the most outstanding special elite in China. Even if you have thousands of people, you may not be able to trap them. "

Instead of arguing with the old man, the living Buddha of Kayang nodded: "well, maybe you are right. Unfortunately, they are still too few. In order to cover up the face of his country of etiquette, even if they knew we were here, they would not dare to send more people here. "The old man's expression relaxed and echoed: "well, you're right. After all, if they send one more person, they will expose their identity more dangerous. In that case, they will be in disadvantageous international public opinion - well, I'm really sorry for those people. I'm very good at it. I'll die here and I won't be able to recover my identity after I die. "

The living Buddha of Kayang picked up the cup of horse milk and was about to sip it, but suddenly asked, "if this is not the Chinese agent?"

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