Rebirth of the fighting nation's rich second generation

Fred was very surprised that Alexander mentioned that tanks and armored vehicles should never be brought. You must know that the opponent is equipped with these heavy equipment, and if they don't, it is equivalent to their own strength Are you behind your opponent?

"Old man, how could they be a burden, Mettshaw and the others have these guys, otherwise we wouldn't be able to deal with them at all." Fred was in a hurry.

"The tanks are too large. We are fighting at the junction of the rainforest and the grassland. The rain may come at any time this season. Once it is too muddy, it is not conducive to mobile operations. Now we have to catch Mateshaw by surprise, otherwise why? Was it a secret march all the way?" Alexander told him seriously.

"Then how do we deal with tanks?" Fred sighed.

Alexander smiled slightly, "Leave this matter to Montero, he is a bomb expert, you don't have to worry about the details, you can grasp the overall situation."

"Okay then." After Fred finished speaking, he put the last cigarette in his hand into his mouth, took the last puff vigorously, then quickly adjusted his mentality, and strode out of the barracks.

"Order the troops, gather, go..."

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The country of Nyar has been suffering from civil strife for a long time. Before the civil strife, there was a road artery in the whole country, but decades of civil strife left this main artery with no maintenance at all, so the asphalt road has long been replaced by a dirt road. Already, even part of the road has been overgrown with weeds.

The journey of more than 100 kilometers, because it was a secret march, it took these guys five days to reach the designated location.

According to the compass, about [-] kilometers ahead is the station of Mettshaw's youth death squad.

Thousands of people in the frontier defense regiment were wiped out by Mettshaw's youth death squad without any precautions. The head of the regiment took only more than 30 people and hid in the vast rainforest in embarrassment.

After arriving at the designated location, it took them a whole day to find the regiment leader.

"Minister, the opponent is really tough. Their combat ability and willpower are beyond our comparison. I have fought for more than 20 years, and I have never seen such an elite army." When Tershaw's troops confronted each other, there was still lingering fear on his face.

"Is this what you want to tell me?" Fred said, looking at the regiment leader coldly.

The group leader nodded subconsciously, "Yes, I mainly remind you not to suffer."

"You still have the face to remind me." Fred snorted coldly: "I ask you, where are your thousand brothers? Where did they go?"

"He, they..." The group leader suddenly seemed to realize something, and he couldn't help but stutter when speaking.

"Answer me." After Fred led the long-distance march for the past few days, along the way, Alexander and the others, Maoziguo's military advisers, kept instilling in him that willpower is the decisive factor in determining victory or defeat on the battlefield. Outwardly, I have undergone a complete overhaul.

"He, they, died in battle." The leader's words were obviously a little guilty.

The head of the regiment was directly under the Ministry of National Defense and did not belong to the other three brigade heads. Fred decided to use this guy for surgery.

Fred ignored the head of the regiment, but turned around and looked at his adjutant, "Let the military police take this guy down. This kind of idiot is worthy of being the head of the regiment. In my opinion, he should be executed by military law."

Hearing this, the commander immediately cried out in fright and begged for mercy, begging Fred to give him a chance.

Who knew that Fred wouldn't listen at all, in his opinion, cleaning up a regiment leader before the battle was also his best chance to gain prestige.

Sure enough, the guys under him witnessed the scene where the gendarmes took away the mighty head of the border guards. Many guys were also shocked in their hearts, and they vaguely felt that this time it was for real.

Due to the negligence of the head of the border guards, the Nyal River, which was originally the dividing line, has been completely occupied by Mettershaw, so they have no geographical advantage at all. Perhaps the best geographical advantage right now is the hidden rainforest.

In Alexander's view, the civil war in Nyar is still at the level of World War II, and even worse than World War II in many places.

They must become familiar with the local terrain as soon as possible, even including meteorological and hydrological conditions.

Compared with Mettshaw's weather, which is basically dependent on the weather, Fred's side has the assistance of satellites, and he has a clear understanding of the terrain and hydrological conditions of the area where they are about to fight.

"According to the weather forecast, there will be rain in the early hours of tomorrow. I suggest that we launch a surprise attack on Mettershaw's army at this time." Alexander gave a timely suggestion.

Fred's heart was already extremely determined. He didn't want his cowardice to be made a laughing stock for the boss to know, so he agreed without hesitation.

But he still has a question, and that is how prepared Montero's homemade anti-tank bombs are.

"No problem, it's very simple, we can prepare on the spot." Montero is very confident about this.

"What time is the attack scheduled?" Fred looked at his watch.

"The preparations started at one o'clock in the morning. According to the weather forecast, there will be heavy rain at about two o'clock in the morning."

"Okay." Fred once again cast his eyes on the adjutant: "Pass on my words, take out all the beef at night, let everyone eat and drink well, there is no need for a week's ration, just a week, three days is enough."

When the adjutant heard that Fred actually planned to let the army kill a week's rations in three days, he couldn't help being shocked.

"Minister, can't we take precautions?"

Fred gave him a cold look: "Prevent what?"

"What if it doesn't end?"

"There is no chance, I only need three days, three days will not end, all of us will commit suicide, I will watch you commit suicide first, I will be the last, I, Fred, will definitely mean what I say." The expression on Fred's face It looks serious, not like a joke.

Alexander and Montero couldn't help but smile at each other after hearing his desperate words.

It seems that Fred has gradually learned the essence of the art of war.

Pre-war mobilization plus a big beef dinner, that's the turnip.

After the radish is eaten, it should be a big stick.

I saw Fred pull out a pistol from his waist, and said with a serious face: "I have made a military contribution to the general, and I must defeat the government-fu army within three days, otherwise, we will all commit suicide on the spot, and no one will go back. gone."

As soon as these words came out, the noisy scene just now became completely silent.

"If we don't win, we will definitely die. If we win, I still have the same old saying, I must take credit for the outstanding guys. If I can't do it, you can humiliate me or even kill me at any time."

All about Fred, Alexander reported to his boss in London via satellite phone.

After listening to it, Vladimir suddenly thought of a saying "If you don't succeed, you will succeed."