Because the other party was a small leader under Gerasimov. He had delivered things to the Ming army camp a few days ago, and the old monkey had seen him.

Because this guy's aquiline nose is very large, the old monkey was very impressed.

At this time, under the illumination of the car lights, seeing this guy's upper body, all he could do was shake his head helplessly.

It is estimated that some unlucky guy's gun went off, or he was too nervous and pulled the trigger.

This led to the Ming army attacking them!

No wonder the combat skills are so poor. If the guerrillas were so poor, they would have been annihilated long ago.

The body was being inspected here, and another group of people came running over there. Based on the lesson learned last time, the old monkey asked someone to set off flares first.

Sure enough, it was Gerasimov who ran over with someone.

"They were ambushed by the guerrillas. Did you see clearly where the guerrillas went?" The old monkey started telling lies.

Gerasimov was very sad about his brother's death, but he only grieved for ten minutes.

Soon he led his people to join the Ming army and began to track those damn guerrillas.

In fact, there were only seven guerrillas who came to attack, and two were killed while robbing the ammunition depot.

One of the remaining five was injured, but the Russian army caught up with him and shot him dead.

There are still four people missing. They probably fled into the woods to avoid being pursued by the Ming army and joined their large army.

The troops searched to the edge of the forest, and the old monkey got off the infantry tank.

The forests near Warren are all dense coniferous pine forests. The trees are not only tall, but also very strong.

It would be a fantasy for an infantry tank to drive into such a forest.

When we chased them to the edge of the forest, the sky was already turning white. Unknowingly, these guys had been working hard for more than four hours.

The old monkey ordered the Ming soldiers to stay away from Gerasimov and the others. It was so dark, but these bastards actually lit torches.

This is because he has never died before, and he insists on giving people instructions on the target. You must stay away from these guys, otherwise you will be shot to death without any place to complain.

However, the old monkey also wanted the guerrillas to shoot at these guys. As long as the guerrillas stopped to ambush, it would prove that they were not far away.

This time they came out with five ferocious mastiff dogs. As long as the guerrillas dared to stop, they would be dead.

The Mongols are not only good shepherds, but also very good hunters.

Herding, like hunting, is a skill that Mongolians rely on for survival.

In the Mongolian grasslands, there are not only grasslands, but also many coniferous pine forests like this.

After entering the woods, Gerasimov and his men actually knew how to put out the torches.

The old monkey thought that these guys had an epiphany, and just as he was about to look at Gerasimov in a different light, he discovered that these guys were afraid that the torches would ignite the grass and cause a mountain fire.

In this season, in addition to thick needles, there are also some withered weeds on the ground.

If the torch accidentally ignites these things, the wildfire will engulf everyone.

It seems like these bastards still have some brains.

After entering the woods and searching for a while, Gerasimov and his gang obviously fell behind.

The old monkey knew that they were hiding behind them on purpose.

These hooligans allow them to rob homes and homes in exchange for having them fight, which is not even interesting.

Who wants to be a gangster if he is a brave guy who is not afraid of death?

Several mastiff dogs ran very fast, and the Ming army soldiers didn't care about these guys.

When the soldiers searched, they formed a single column, with those behind following in the footsteps of those in front.

This is an effective way to prevent being killed by landmines!

In such a dark forest, God knows whether those guerrillas would have buried mines, or where they would have buried them.

After advancing for about half an hour, the sky had brightened slightly. There seemed to be a touch of gold on the distant horizon.

The sun is coming out. As long as the sun comes out, it will be easy.

What worries the old monkey most is that the light is too dim. He is afraid of being ambushed by the guerrillas!

The intelligence received these days is very confusing. The intelligence from above said that there are only a dozen Polish guerrillas.

The Russians said there were at least thirty people!

Local Ukrainians have many different opinions, some say thirty, some say fifty, and some say hundreds.

Everyone swore and swore that they had seen it with their own eyes.

Old Monkey has also been worried about the size of the guerrilla force he has to deal with.

It is a pity that Gerasimov killed all the Hebrew masters. And the Poles knew very little about it. They had only seen a few guerrillas.

However, judging from the scale and number of people in today's attack, Old Monkey is inclined to believe that this guerrilla group consists of twenty or thirty people.

Just when the old monkey was thinking wildly, suddenly there was a loud gunshot behind him.
Chapter completed!