Northern Myanmar: Bloodshed in the Golden Triangle, Have I Become a General? - Chapter 36

Chapter 36: The Ongoing Slaughter of the Light Machine Gun

Meanwhile, on the other side, within the territory of the Yebei Town faction, at the farthest village nestled amidst the surrounding mountains, the sound of gunfire echoed through the high skies.

One of the leaders of the Shan tribe armed forces, a middle-aged man clad in camouflage military attire, stood on another hill, holding binoculars and observing the intense battle.

This man was none other than the middle-aged man who had just had a conversation with Zhao Renzhou, the leader of the Shan tribe armed forces, Fu Luo.

Seeing the slow progress of the attack, Fu Luo couldn’t help but curse angrily, “Useless!” “After all this time, they still can’t capture it!” “Tell them!” “Increase the attack speed!” “I want everyone to know!” “The fate of those who oppose our Shan tribe armed forces!”

His subordinates standing beside him couldn’t help but shiver with fear and hurriedly went to relay his orders, quickly retreating from the area. It was evident that Fu Luo was seething with anger, as he always did in such situations.

If they didn’t meet Fu Luo’s expectations, then who knew how many people would be brutally killed next.

Nobody wanted to be on his bad side. Fu Luo gazed at the small mountain village through his binoculars, his expression as dark and sinister as a demon.

Inside the small mountain village, Zhao Hu’s subordinates, leading the local militia, fought fiercely while taking cover behind houses.

However, the Shan tribe armed personnel on the opposite side seemed to have changed their tactics unexpectedly. What was originally a sneaky guerrilla tactic had suddenly turned into a reckless charge, as if they were rushing in with no regard for their own lives.

The scene that used to go back and forth now tilted heavily in favor of Zhao Hu’s subordinates. Even the ones leading the charge from the front were getting killed continuously.

However, the Shan tribe armed personnel seemed to come endlessly, killing at a pace that made it seem like they were not slowing down.

“What the hell?!” “Have these people gone mad?!” “Are they really going all out like this?!” “Rough!” “Shouldn’t we retreat?!” “Are we all going to die here?!”

“Hu-ge said hold on a bit longer!” “Keep holding on!” “We’ll wait until all the villagers have evacuated!” “Damn it!” “These bastards!” Zhao Hu’s subordinates continued to fight while slowly retreating.

On the Shan tribe armed side, they had already pushed from the village entrance to the village center.

The militia protected the villagers as they ran towards the mountains in the rear, while another group followed Zhao Hu’s subordinates, putting up a fierce resistance.

However, more and more Shan tribe armed personnel poured into the village, trapping them.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! A series of explosions suddenly erupted from behind the advancing Shan tribe armed forces. Long, mushroom-shaped clouds rose into the sky, exploding like fireworks.

A modified armored pickup truck roared into the crowd, fitted with steel plates all around. Zhao Hu stood alone on the truck’s bed, gripping two MG3 light machine guns welded to it.

He squeezed the trigger, spraying gunfire in all directions into the crowd.

Zhao Hu, injected with a diluted version of serum, possessed formidable physical attributes and immense strength, which minimized the recoil of the light machine gun.

Almost every turn of the machine gun mowed down several people at random.

The powerful firepower of the light machine gun, coupled with the 7.62mm bullets, turned the bullets into a meat grinder.

Dense bullets pierced through bodies, turning the enemies’ flesh into fragments and mincemeat in an instant. In just a second, the enemies’ bodies turned into sieves.

The combination of gun smoke and blood mist created a gruesome tableau.

From the trucks following behind, armed individuals armed with AKs jumped down and began clearing the Shan tribe armed forces in the vicinity.

However, there were also unfortunate individuals among them, armed with AKs but falling victim to the Shan tribe armed personnel wielding bolt-action rifles.

The armored pickup truck that Zhao Hu was on continued its advance, circling through the village, targeting areas with more enemies.

Zhao Hu, holding two light machine guns, seemed like a death reaper, relentlessly advancing through the village.

Two long tongues of fire.

Accompanied by the staccato of a machine gun.

Bullets hit the enemy, causing blood to spurt and flesh to burst.

The crimson blood, extremely stimulating to the nerves.

Zhao Hu, with a fierce and manic expression, laughed:

“Hahaha!”

“They can all damn well die!”

The rampaging armored pickup truck plowed through the crowd.

Machine gun fire at close range targeted their faces.

Shattering and scattering the enemy’s heads.

Visible to the naked eye, they turned into a lump of rotten flesh.

One after another, bodies collapsed.

Red, white, and bone fragments scattered all over the ground…