Chapter 57 Ambush

　　Suburb of Fethil Town.

　　Lieutenant Nawick was enjoying his lunch with a plate in his hand. One of his trusted sergeants came into the tent from outside with a hint of joy on his face and said:

　　"Boss, the exploration team just sent us a message that a group of survivors were found ten kilometers away, beside the interstate highway. There are more than thirty of them."

　　"They captured our exploration team, took them into the camp, asked some questions, and then released them."

　　Neville didn't care about the life or death of the search team. He put down his knife and fork and asked:

　　"What do you mean? Do the survivors have many resources? What about their weapons?"

　　The trusted sergeant had a flattering smile on his face and said excitedly:

　　"It is said that the group was lucky enough to have doctors and nurses, and several trucks of alcohol. They were having a dinner party, brandy, Remy Martin, rum, all high-end stuff."

　　"There were very few weapons, and it seemed like there were only a few pistols and shotguns."

　　Nawick's eyes sparkled when he heard this. He had always been an alcoholic, but unfortunately it was difficult to find a bottle of good wine in today's world. He hadn't had a drink for three days.

　　The lieutenant licked his lips and said to his trusted sergeant:

　　"Go and gather our soldiers. Once we get the supplies, everyone will get a share."

　　The trusted sergeant's eyes lit up, and he said with anticipation:

　　"Boss, we brothers haven't had sex for several months. It is said that there are some beautiful girls among the survivors. They are not as good as us..."

　　Lieutenant Nawick hesitated. He said after careful consideration:

　　"The civilians in the camp are already feeling rebellious. If we spread news of this kind of thing again, they might riot."

　　The trusted soldier curled his lips nonchalantly and said instigatively:

　　"Boss, what are you afraid of? We have all the weapons and ammunition in our hands. Even if those civilians are dissatisfied, they dare not confront us head-on."

　　"Besides, we don't need to bring back this group of survivors. There are enough civilians already. We just need to rob their supplies and have some fun."

　　"No one will know what we did out there."

　　Nawick was very excited. Good wine and women, what man doesn't like this? He licked his lips, his heart was burning with anger, and finally he gritted his teeth and said:

　　"Bring 30 of your trusted brothers with you, and let's have some fun today. This damn world has become like this, it's not our fault."

　　——

　　On Interstate 84, more than 30 Umbrella Company members from five or six families were gathered around a campfire, happily having an open-air barbecue party.

　　In this operation, they all volunteered to be bait, responsible for attracting the enemy's attention.

　　It is their job to host banquets.

　　In fact, they really don't need to do anything. According to Leon's instructions, all preparations have been completed. It is enough for them to be here. The rest will be handled by the members of the security department.

　　Among this group of people, Andrea's expression was somewhat serious. As a government official who knew the inside story, she knew very well that this operation would most likely face dozens of fully armed military soldiers, not those undisciplined looters.

　　If a head-on conflict occurs, it is likely to lead to a melee, which is life-threatening for ordinary survivors.

　　As a rookie on the battlefield, Andrea was quite anxious. She couldn't help but hold the pistol hanging on her waist, and her eyes unconsciously looked at her old partner, the driver Joel.

　　The middle-aged man was holding a cigarette in his mouth and playing with a dagger in his hand. He looked at his daughter Sarah who was playing excitedly at the party with a leisurely expression, and he didn't seem to be nervous at all.

　　In contrast, Andrea felt a little embarrassed and asked:

　　"Joel, why aren't you nervous at all? Sarah is still here. Aren't you afraid that she will get hurt?"

　　Old Joel puffed out a round smoke ring and said with an unchanged expression:

　　"Mr. Custer is a trustworthy man. He said there will be no fighting on our side, and I believe him."

　　Andrea wanted to say something else, but Old Qiaoer narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his chin towards the distance, and said:

　　"The target appeared."

　　Andrea quickly turned her head and looked in the direction Joel pointed.

　　A few hundred meters away, in the evening sunlight, a green tank was speeding on the road. Its thick tracks and huge gun barrel were quite intimidating. On top of the tank, a soldier dressed as an officer was holding a heavy machine gun, looking towards the party with eager eyes and an arrogant smile on his face.

　　Behind the tanks, four military trucks filled with armed soldiers were running at a high speed, each soldier holding a black automatic rifle in his hand.

　　Seeing that the enemy's equipment was quite powerful, Andrea bit her lower lip and was about to say something to Joel.

　　Suddenly, when the other party's convoy passed by a bush, dozens of cone-shaped objects spewing flames flew out from the bush.

　　Before the other party could react, the flames and loud noises of countless explosions engulfed the convoy and filled Andrea's vision.

　　Boom, boom, boom!

　　The sky was filled with flames and huge explosions occurred.

　　 LAW is indeed a heavy anti-tank artillery shell. Under the siege of dozens of rockets, the convoy consisting of only more than 30 soldiers was blown into pieces without even any reaction.

　　In the distance, Lyon came out from the bushes, carrying an empty cannon barrel, raised his eyebrows at Kevera beside him, and whistled.

　　"It's awesome. This is my first time using this thing. It's much more fun than a pistol."

　　"I was the first one to hit the tank! You lost the game."

　　Kevila's expression was also somewhat excited, her face slightly red, and she said nonchalantly:

　　"This is the first competition. Once we get to the opponent's base, we'll compete in sniper rifles. Each kill will get two points. Let's see who gets the higher score."

　　The two chatted quietly, and Moore took his younger brother to check it out briefly, then walked over and said:

　　"Boss, there are no survivors, and all the equipment has been blown to pieces."

　　"Our firepower was too strong. Each vehicle was hit by at least five shells. Nothing was left."

　　Leon nodded, as he had expected, and his expression did not change. Now that he had some assets, he did not care about this loss.

　　He patted More on the shoulder and said:

　　"Send someone to the party, tell them the mission is accomplished, and ask them to return to base."

　　"Let's strike while the iron is hot and take down their base. Daryl is waiting for us there."

　　Moore was also very excited. He nodded and said:

　　"Okay boss, I'll get it done right away."

　　"Show Daryl how powerful Old Mor is."

　　After a simple cleanup, Lyon brought dozens of members of the ambush team to the convoy one kilometer away and began to rush towards the town of Feisil.

　　The plan was executed quite smoothly. An ambush eliminated about half of the enemy's troops without any harm, and also blew up a tank in the process. This almost formed an absolute advantage in terms of military strength.

　　Now, as long as we take our men to surround the enemy's camp, the enemy will have no way to escape.

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