201: Chapter 206 The Final Battle, the Second Expeditionary Force Arrives

Rat-tat-tat— The roar of machine-gun fire came from behind. The General of Yuenan shuddered, his body tensing as he spun around abruptly.

"You sons of bitches! To think there was an ambush!"

"Kill them all, kill them all!"

Watching the rear trucks being swallowed by flames, the rage in the General of Yuenan's heart was completely ignited.

The soldiers left to assist the convoy quickly surged into the jungle, charging toward the machine-gun position from the flank.

Rat-tat-tat— Click! The heavy machine gun, which had been firing, suddenly cut out as the ammunition belt jammed in the barrel.

The nearby ammunition handler ignored the smoking barrel and reached out to fiddle with the ammo belt.

But no matter how he fiddled with it, the machine gun could not be made to fire again.

This type of heavy machine gun was simply not suited for combat in a rainforest environment; the nearly 90% air humidity caused various structural components to rust rapidly.

"Captain, we need to retreat! The enemy forces are about to strike back!"

The assault platoon leader gazed at the six burning trucks before him, his mind reeling.

The Lord's order was to destroy all heavy weapons transport vehicles and destroy as many trucks as possible.

However, there were only six now. It wasn't enough—it was far from enough!

"We cannot retreat! We must blow up all the rear trucks!"

"Everyone, charge with me!"

The assault platoon leader roared as he stood up, leveled his submachine gun, and charged toward the center of the Vietnam convoy.

Following behind him were thirty-some mud-covered Pakistan soldiers.

This was a suicide attack.

Rat-tat-tat—

The assault platoon charged recklessly, and upon closing in, they strafed the trucks' fuel tanks and tires.

Hand grenades, homemade bombs, incendiary bombs—everything usable was thrown at the trucks.

Just as they successfully took out two more trucks, the assembled forces from the front of the Vietnam convoy arrived.

A powerful net of gunfire swept over, instantly killing half the soldiers, and the remaining ones could not advance another step.

The assault platoon leader fell into a pool of blood, staring straight at the radioman in the distance carrying the radio.

He wanted to report the battle situation to his Lord, but a chill rapidly spread from the soles of his feet...

[Level 1 DKZ82-B10 Recoilless Rifle * 10 has been destroyed] [Level 2 DShK 12.7mm Heavy Machine Gun * 6 has been destroyed] [Level 1 RPG-7 Rocket Launcher * 23 has been destroyed] [Level 1 968A Military Transport Truck * 13 has been destroyed] [Level 3 Field Assault Infantry * 136 have been killed in action] [Level 3 Communication...]

"Lord, the troops were ambushed. 13 transport trucks and a large amount of heavy weapons have been destroyed. I fear we cannot continue the campaign against Spain!"

"Trash, absolute trash!" Lord Li Sun roared as he looked at the battle damage on the panel.

They hadn't even engaged the Dragon yet, and they were already beaten like this by the Pakistanis!

"Crush that group of Pakistanis, and capture as many as possible back to the territory. I want them to wish they were dead!"

He didn't know how long they had been running through the jungle; the Lord of Pakistan and the soldiers following him were all completely exhausted.

They were soaked through, covered in weeds and mud, and covered in red welts from unknown insect bites.

Rustling sounds echoed in their ears from time to time, and every time it sounded, a teammate would disappear into the dense forest.

He realized that at some point, the enemy had stopped trying to kill them and was instead preparing to capture them alive.

No messages had come back from the radio for a long time; he didn't know if the frontline ambush squad had actually succeeded.

Ah— Another soldier's scream rang out from behind. The Lord of Pakistan could no longer bear to see his team members being taken away one by one from his side!

"Find cover individually and prepare to engage the enemy!" the Lord of Pakistan shouted.

The remaining force of less than a hundred people quickly stopped retreating under his orders and sought cover.

The Lord of Pakistan leaned against an old tree, panting heavily. Blood from a cut on his brow caused by a plant mixed with sweat and ran into his eyes.

Luring the enemy's main force deep inside and arranging an ambush to destroy the enemy's transport convoy.

If the strategy worked, the Dragon's main force should be able to reach the territory of Spain before Vietnam.

If the strategy didn't work, he still hoped to at least delay them for some time.

In any case, he had done every strategy he could think of, and every step had been accomplished with the lives of his soldiers.

For the sake of the mission, he had abandoned too many soldiers. From now on, he would not abandon anyone else; he would complete the final battle together with his soldiers.

From the moment he decided to personally go to the frontline to command the battle, he never thought about getting away unscathed.

After upgrading his territory to Level 3, he had selected the hero unit that required the fewest command points to manage logistics.

After selecting a hero unit, even if the Lord died, the System would not declare failure.

The hero unit could take over the position of Lord in the next natural week and continue the trial.

The situation at the time only allowed him to choose logistics; if he had chosen a general unit, then this force of 500 people could not have been organized.

Therefore, to expand his combat power, he chose to select the hero unit with the lowest requirements and went to the frontline himself.

This way, even if he died, it wouldn't cause Pakistan to suffer a natural disaster in reality.

Rustle-rustle— Rustle-rustle— The ghostly sound rang out once again.

The Lord of Pakistan pulled the bolt back sharply, chambering a round. "Come on!"

In the high-level conference room of Pakistan. There was no sound in the conference room; all the high-ranking councilors and generals sat upright.

When the broadcast from the Forbidden Ground started, it took them a long time to understand the situation of the Lord of Pakistan.

Later, when they discovered that he had summoned a logistics hero and led his troops into battle himself, everyone stopped speaking. Silence was their highest tribute to the hero of Pakistan.

The official broadcast room of Pakistan. Inside the Forbidden Ground, both sides had entered the final battle. Through the perspective of the Lord of Pakistan.

Bullets flying in from all directions were reaping the lives of soldiers one by one, slowly eroding the last strength of Pakistan.

"The people of Pakistan will remember you forever." "Can you run away? Please don't die." "Rashid, my child, who will save him..."

[You have approached the edge of the arrival zone. Continuing forward will open up the realm boundary.]

Su Yang ignored the notification and ordered his troops to charge straight into the rainforest.

Clip-clop— Iron hooves stamped one deep pit after another into the mud. The Blazing Steeds were at full power, ignoring the complex terrain and advancing at full speed.