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

"Captain, it's already 11 o'clock in the evening, and the gunfire has subsided for nearly 20 minutes." A young man wearing a dark green military uniform and holding the rank of captain frowned, with a hint of uneasiness in his eyes. He asked Ge Aiming beside him, "Why can't we receive the signal from Minister Yan?"

Ge Aiming took a final puff of his cigarette, then stubbed it out fiercely in the cracks between the bricks on the ground. The spark of the cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, then quickly went out.

He was silent for a moment, feeling uneasy. Indeed, if Minister Yan's action had been successful, he should have sent a signal long ago according to the agreement. But now, there was silence all around, with only the salty smell of sea water brought by the sea breeze and the faint lights coming from the fishing boats in the distance.

"Did they solve the problem themselves?" The captain's voice was filled with doubt. He scratched his head and continued to analyze, "That's not right. If they had successfully captured the person, they should have informed us."

Ge Aiming nodded, agreeing with the captain's analysis. But something was clearly wrong. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his anxiety. He knew that as the head of the regiment, he had to remain calm and not let his soldiers see his uneasiness.

"We can't delay any longer." Ge Aiming finally spoke, his voice firm and powerful, "Take the people from the Second Company of the First Battalion and sneak in to observe the situation and find out what happened."

The captain nodded immediately. He understood what Ge Aiming meant. Now was a critical moment. They needed to understand the situation as soon as possible and be prepared to deal with it. He turned around and gave orders to the soldiers behind him. Soon, a team of dozens of people began to move. They carefully moved towards the houses near the dock in the dark.

In the silent night, Gangkou Street, which was bustling during the day with seafood stalls on both sides of the street, was now dead silent. Only the faint moonlight added some light to the dark street.

In the darkness, the captain led dozens of his soldiers and walked carefully along the street. Their footsteps were light and firm, and each step was carefully calculated to ensure that no loud noise would be made to avoid alerting the enemy. Their eyes were sharp and alert, always watching everything around them, ready to deal with any unexpected situations that might arise.

On the roof of an old three-story building next to the street, Tal held a walkie-talkie and stared at everything below with a cold gaze. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen the predicament the enemy was about to fall into. He spoke slowly, his voice low and full of murderous intent: "The enemy can no longer hold back and has come in. Open fire! Let them taste the feeling of bullets piercing their bodies!"

The voice of the captain of the first squad, Bao Long, rang out: "Received! Captain, all units, pay close attention to the enemy's position and prepare to open fire!"

At the same time, the members of the first squad, who were hiding in advantageous positions on both sides of the street, began their hunting operation like predators. This squad was well-equipped and had high tactical literacy. There were four assaulters, two heavy firepower shooters, two snipers, and the captain Bao Long who also served as an observer. They were distributed in various key positions, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow.

Two heavy firepower soldiers crouched behind a bunker at the entrance of a residential alley on the street. Their MG42 machine guns were like roaring beasts, spitting out flames crazily. The flames from the muzzles drew bright rays of light in the dark night, accompanied by the dense sound of machine gun bullets, instantly tearing apart the surrounding tranquility. The bullets were like a torrential rain, leaving more than enemies without any chance to fight back, and they fell in a pool of blood one after another.

At the same time, the two snipers occupying the high ground also began their roll call tactics. The sniper rifles in their hands were like the sickle of the god of death. Every time they pulled the trigger, they would harvest a life cleanly. The bullets drew cold trajectories in the air, and every hit was accompanied by a muffled sound and the enemy's screams.

The four assaulters were armed with G43 semi-automatic rifles, and their shooting was accurate and rapid. On their waists, there was a smoke gun that could spray small smoke bombs at any time. This was a tactical tool they prepared to deal with complex battlefield environments. Once the enemy was suppressed by firepower and dared not show their heads, they would use smoke bombs as cover to launch a surprise cleanup operation.

As an observer, Captain Bao Long always pays attention to the dynamics on the battlefield. Through the observation equipment in his hand, he always grasps the enemy's position and movement, providing key tactical information for the team. At the same time, he is always ready to provide fire support to other team members to ensure that the entire team's operations can proceed smoothly.

Every move of the First Squadron seemed to have been carefully rehearsed and perfectly matched the situation on the battlefield. The tacit cooperation, strong psychological quality, accurate shooting and unique tactics they showed were enough to make them a benchmark special operations team. In this battle, their performance undoubtedly reached its peak.

The battle lasted less than five minutes from start to finish. In this short period of time, dozens of enemy soldiers fell in a pool of blood. The captain who led the troops was shot directly in the forehead by a sniper bullet and died almost immediately. These bloody and shocking scenes became an eternal mark on the battlefield.

However, the first squadron, which had won a brief victory, did not show any joy. They knew that this battle was only a small part of the entire mission, and greater challenges were waiting for them. Captain Bao Long calmly conveyed his orders through the intercom: "Check equipment, replenish ammunition, and quickly change positions. The enemy's large force should be coming in. Prepare a grand fireworks feast for them!"

Following Bao Long's order, the members of the first squad moved quickly. They began to check their equipment to ensure that each weapon was in the best condition. At the same time, they also began to replenish ammunition to fully prepare for the next battle. In this process, their actions were quick and orderly, showing extremely high professionalism and combat capabilities.

The battery replacement process was also quick and smooth. The members of the first squad used the terrain and the cover of night to quickly move to the new position. They knew that the enemy's large force was about to arrive, and they had to be fully prepared to face a more intense battle.

In the new position, the members of the first squad began to deploy various tactical equipment and traps. They used the surrounding buildings and terrain to set up a series of firing points and bunkers.

In the darkness of the night, the first squad quietly waited for the enemy to arrive. There was no expression on their faces, only firm eyes and tightly grasped weapons.