Thrilling screams kept coming from the gloomy and terrifying Bamalan Prison, making it look like hell on earth. The special forces of the Jawa Army were playing the game of torture and forced confession, hanging some rich Chinese upside down to force them to tell them the deposit account number and password and the hiding place of gold and silver antiques. Not to mention it? If you don’t say it, you will soak them into a manure tank, drowning it out before lifting it up, and pouring it on cold water to continue to force confession. Here, they are kings and law. Whether they are interrogating "traitors" or interrogating rich people, they can always get the confession they want. Once they are targeted, confession is only a matter of time before they are written--the confession has been written long ago, and the forced confession is just to admit it one by one and then sign it.

Some hostages who have been confirmed to be worthless were taken to the football field to beheaded, which has become a murderous field.

They also like to pretend to be relaxed in security, making the Chinese think that they have the opportunity to escape quietly. As a result, all the escapees were shot to death without exception. People die every day, and no one knows whether they can live until tomorrow.

Crazy la la ———

A sound of water, the fat Chinese man who was half-drown in the feces was lifted out. The special forces soldier of Jawa poured a bucket of water over, raised the electric baton in his hand and shouted loudly: "Do you say it or not? If you don't say it, let you taste this!"

The poor Chinese slowly opened his eyes, and before he could speak, he vomited, wishing he could vomit his stomach. Is it exaggerated? It's not an exaggeration at all. If you don't believe me, I'll put the bottom of your head and feet into the feces tank. The special forces soldier of Jawa angrily scolded: "Precame dead, right? Tell me quickly! If you don't say it, I'll dig your eyes-----"

puff!

With a muffled sound, the fat Chinese clearly saw that the left eye of the special forces soldier turned into plasma and splashed out. A bullet shot into his right ear, penetrated his left eye and died on the spot. The others were shocked and before they could react, a black shadow flew over the prison. The roar of six rotating heavy machine guns shattered the eardrums. Within a few seconds, hundreds of bullets poured down, blowing these powerful Jawa special forces into a ball of minced meat. Under the fat man's shocked gaze, groups of helicopters emerged like ghosts, and suddenly filled the sky above the prison!

It's their reinforcements!

Yang Yang held the sniper rifle and shouted: "Start the rockets immediately, and destroy half of their combat effectiveness first! Black Devil, the plane will be reduced!"

The rocket nest under the short wings of the armed helicopter whizzed and spewed out orange-red flame tongues, and bundles of rockets were as dense as fire, rushing the position of the monkey in Jawa. Flashes of dense explosions sounded, barbed wire, sandbags, soldiers' broken limbs and gun parts were thrown into the air by explosion waves. Jawa monkeys who were used to massacre Chinese have finally tasted the taste of being slaughtered. The commander of the Jawa Army Special Forces hissed: "Restort! Restort! Kill these damn helicopters for me!" He had just received Suha

President Duo learned from the phone call that Madura concentration camp was attacked by Chinese special forces, and he was ordered to strengthen prevention and hostages should not be misled. If these nearly 10,000 hostages were rescued, I am afraid that he, the lieutenant colonel, will be the end!

Faced with the fiercely drawn fire rain, the air defense position of the Jawa defender removed the camouflage. A long barrel of gun was poked from the balcony, from the bushes in the school garden, from the buildings surrounding the school, and spit out a long gun barrel at the helicopter hovering in the sky. In some relatively secret corners, the guy carrying the stinger missile also emerged, aimed and fired, and a stinger-like individual soldiers shot shoulder-to-air missiles into the sky like a whistle! An armed helicopter could not dodge, was wrapped in several flames, and was hit by two stingers at the same time, turning into a huge fireball over the prison. Yang Yang cursed and roared: "Use anti-tank missiles to kill these air defense firepower, and the infantry should not care about them, and use the fastest speed to lower the air!"

Before he finished speaking, another armed helicopter was knocked away by a string of anti-aircraft machine gun bullets, and a large piece of propeller blade was suddenly lost control. The pilot tried to control the helicopter and tried to make a forcibly landing. A string of 25mm anti-aircraft artillery shells flew over, and several large holes were made on the helicopter's body. Thick smoke rolled out. The helicopter fell crookedly, hitting the basketball court and exploded violently. The debris of flame flew out far away, and the soldiers of the Jawa cheered!

Yang Yang bit his lip. As early as when he was making a plan, he knew that such sacrifices were inevitable. Using fierce firepower to attack a heavily guarded stronghold with extremely fragile defense capabilities, it would be extremely tragic. However, in order to take down Bamalan Prison as soon as possible and reduce hostage casualties, these sacrifices could only be borne by the special forces. He calmly pulled the trigger, and pointed straight at his anti-aircraft machine gun shooter's head suddenly exploded into a ball of paste, and a small lack of it appeared in the dense firepower net.

The mouth. A black eagle flexibly entered this small gap. The button was pressed, and an anti-tank missile shot down. With a bang, a thunderous anti-aircraft machine gun was blown into a ball of twists. As for the shooter, only a piece of intestine was left in the spot. The button was pressed again, and the shell dropped down. A fire dragon swept across the prison balcony. The Jawa soldiers hiding on the helicopter were firing violently. The flashing brick chips were blown into blood. Yang Yang shouted: "Work No. 5 is good!"

The pilot smiled and said, "Thank you for the praise of the captain, I hope you can cultivate it more———————————————————————” Several automatic rifles fired at him at the same time. The bullets of the rifle made the bulletproof glass sparkle. He didn't care about his words. The fire chain swept out by the machine cannon was sucked hard, and the monkeys suddenly flew with flesh and blood. He used his experience to tell his comrades what it means to be a mantis arm and to pieces of corpses!

A firepower came, and Yangyang's plane was shot one after another, and it fell from a height of more than ten meters, and made a loud noise on the ground. The soldiers inside felt weightless at first, as if they were from a building.

It was like falling down, and then it fell heavily on the cabin like a sack. It was bruised and swollen and bleeding, but no one could care. Yang Yang was the first to jump up and rolled out like a ball of meat. The soldiers followed closely behind. Some of them couldn't wait. They pulled out their large-caliber self-defense pistols and pointed them at the severely deformed cabin door on the other side, and banged several shots in succession, blowing it up so hard that it was broken and kicked the breaking door and rushed out. The dense bullets swept over, and the quilt was the first to rush out.

The bullet hit the neck, turned half a circle in place, fell down unwillingly, and the second one jumped out and the bullet knocked off one leg. The black devil is a well-known hard bone. Even if you smash the bones in their bodies with a hammer to pieces, you can't hear a moan from their mouths. The soldier with a broken leg twisted his muscles on his face. He kept silent and put the machine gun on the body of the comrade who was shot and killed. He pulled the plate machine in a roar, and a slender tongue of flame came from slender.

The gun barrel rushed out and was blocked by the chest wall a hundred meters away. Several Jawa soldiers hid behind the chest wall and fired at the helicopter wreckage. The helicopter failed to stumble their firepower with both attacks. However, the bullets fired by the injured black devil eventually killed them. Within one second, the three soldiers' heads were blown away by the bullets. This accuracy made the last Jawa soldier frightened and could not even catch the gun. He shrank behind the chest wall.

Shiver. But the angry black devil did not intend to let him go. A special forces soldier swung his hand and a high-explosive grenade spun across a long distance of sixty or seventy meters. When a sound hit his helmet, a string of bullets flew around the top of his head. He picked up the grenade and threw it out and got 100% bullets. If he didn't pick it up, he would only be blown to pieces. Should he be killed by a bullet or a grenade be killed by a grenade? Such multiple-choice questions will give you the answer within three or four seconds. Which one would you choose?

No matter which one you choose, the result is the same: you are dead!

After paying the price of a helicopter being injured, the armed helicopter finally cleared out the annoying air defense firepower, and all the infantry landed. Next, it was the turn of the Jawa monkey to be unlucky. Like the Madura Island rescue operation, the black demon in charge of this rescue operation released a large amount of sevoflunione anesthesia gas. Many Jawa soldiers who did not wear gas masks sucked in and fell asleep. Even the Jawa Army special forces, which have always been called elite, are no exception. The special forces wearing gas masks are advancing with the thick anesthesia gas and pushing every enemy they encounter.

All the people were killed. The Jawa special forces, who reacted, covered their noses with wet towels and resisted wildly. The firepower poured down from various windows, and the grenades were as dense as hail. The special forces advanced regardless of casualties picked up the grenades and threw them up. They kept blowing up. As for whether they could blow up people, only ghosts knew. The dense dark red barrage almost covered the barrage, and people kept falling in the rain of bullets. The Black Devil and the scouts of the First Army's reconnaissance brigade rushed to the prison gate with fearlessness. The helicopter bombed the door with rockets.

The last two machine guns blew a 100-round drum inside, and the corpse of the Jawa Special Forces who launched the counterattack almost blocked the door. As soon as the machine gun bullets were finished, a few offensive grenades flew in, and exploded with a loud bang, and the screams were shaking. No one could guarantee whether the hostages would be injured by accident, but they couldn't care about it when it hit.

The special forces and scouts rushed in like a whirlwind.

Yang Yang did not lead the way. He was a sniper and commander. His mission was to suffocate the enemy's firepower, observe the battlefield, command various squads, and charge into formation. This sounds passionate and exciting thing is not suitable for him. He pulled the plate machine, and a window on the third floor, a arm holding a grenade high and preparing to throw it to the gate. Then a ball of fire rushed out of the window wrapped in a broken hand and foot. A light machine gun appeared on the fourth floor, and a few shots were shot.

Several scouts were knocked down. The guy must be an experienced veteran. He stopped shooting after only twenty bullets and was ready to transfer, but the sniper rifle bullets flying in from the window penetrated into his ear, the right ear entered into his left ear, and instantly blocked all his life. Several black devil snipers were doing the same thing. Under their cold shooting, the firepower point of the Jawwa monkey gradually decreased and the firepower became sparse. Only the water tower on the top floor was quite high.

The machine gun was still pouring bullets on the ground, trying to block the attack route of the special forces, isolating the special forces in the prison from the reinforcements outside, and breaking them one by one. The helicopter fired an anti-tank missile at the place, silencing the firepower point, but a few minutes later, it was resurrected again, and the bullets were weaving. A black devil special forces and two scouts were shot and killed on the spot. The angry scout smashed the damn firepower point with a breath under the cover of the sniper.

Five rockets collapsed all 100 walls. The barrel of the anti-aircraft machine gun flew out, and the special forces that removed the threat swarmed in from the gate and the sewer, fighting with the Jawa monkey who was not dead. Unexpectedly, not long after, another light machine gun was set up there and continued to shoot, but no one was interested now. Yang Yang even smiled and said, "Fuck, it's so tenacious!" He raised his hand and rushed in with a small team.

Up to now, the main force in the defensive prison, the 9th Battalion of the Jawa Army Special Forces, has been killed and injured, and the survivors are also killed red. They use hostages as flesh shields to shoot against special forces, and even use rifles to scatter the hostages, forcing them to disrupt the special forces' teams and attempt to fish in troubled waters. The battle situation in the prison is extremely chaotic and fierce. The Black Devil Special Forces and the First Army Reconnaissance Brigade yell in Chinese to make the panicked Chinese lie down while bravely advancing in the rain of bullets, many special forces even blocked the bullets shot at the hostages with their bodies. In the melee, whether it is rescue or hostages, or the enemy, there are huge casualties. There are me in the enemy and I have an enemy. A second hesitation will decide whether you die or him. Some scouts are plotted against in chaos due to lack of experience and die with their eyes open.

Ghosts are much colder, often killing them with flesh shields and enemies. Although they are cruel, this is the best way to reduce casualties. The most serious casualties in the melee are hostages. Many of them have been frightened and run around in the rain of bullets. As a result, they are shot and killed without exception. At least 500 people were killed or injured by stray bullets or deliberately massacres by the special forces of the Jawa Army. This bloody number is shocking.

In a melee, the special forces of the Jawa Army that were fighting stubbornly were killed and killed. The conventional troops on the periphery were beaten by the helicopter group and could not collect the troops for a while. The survivors were completely desperate. They hid in the battalion commander's office, blocked the doors and windows with debris and tried to resist to the end. Several heavy rockets were shot in, and they were all blown into mud.

Yangyang and the captain of the First Army Reconnaissance Brigade came to the conference hall where the fiercest battle was fought. They only saw piles of corpses here, seventeen special forces soldiers, more than 40 Jawa soldiers and hundreds of hostages fell in pools of blood, the blood was soaked to their ankles. The surviving Chinese looked dull and hugged in pools of blood with their hands in their hands. They were frightened and skinny. Everyone was covered in scars and were obviously tortured. They had not reacted until now. Yangyang was about to comfort them, but a Jawa special forces soldier suddenly jumped from the pile of corpses.

He got up, holding a grenade in his hand. Yang Yang shouted: "Grenade! Leave down!" One word and one sentence, his pistol had already opened four blood holes in the Jawa special forces soldier. Both the hostages and the special forces soldier present were lying down in one go, instinctively reducing the bounce surface of the body, for fear of being touched by a little bit of stuff. Boom! The grenade exploded in the hall, and a painful moan came from the hostages. The Jawa special forces soldier was blown up like an unbearable person. Yang Yang raised his head, but fortunately, no one was killed.

At this moment, another thin guy jumped up, and a scout pulled out his pistol and opened fire at him without hesitation. With a gunshot, the thin man's eyebrows were shot through by a bullet and fell down on his back - he had no weapons in his hand. A woman said sadly: "You killed all the Jawa soldiers, except him... He was not a Jawa people, he was just frightened."

The captain stared at the soldier with fire and roared: "Who told you to shoot! Can't you see clearly before taking action??"

The scout lowered his head guiltily.

Yang Yang said calmly: "The situation is so chaotic, and it is inevitable that he will be injured by accident. You can't blame him. In this case, when you know whether you are an enemy or a friend, you have already hung up." The Walkie Telephone adjusted a channel and said in a deep voice: "Each team reports the situation!"

"The Brown Bear Team has controlled the designated target and cleared the enemy!"

"The tiger hunting team controls the designated target and clears the enemy!"

"The Zebra team controls the designated target and clears the enemy!"

"The wolfdog team controls the designated target and clears the enemy!"

All departments reported successfully completing the mission, and now Yangyang could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Although there were many casualties, they still captured Bamalan Prison as fast as possible, and the rescue operation was half successful. During this operation, nineteen members of the Black Devil Special Forces were killed, three of them were seriously injured and disabled, and the First Group Army Reconnaissance Brigade was killed by thirty-three. At this cost, they wiped out a dissatisfied battalion of the Jawa Army Special Forces and rescued more than 9,000 hostages. This nearly perfect operation shocked the whole world and became a case that special operations experts repeatedly studied. However, Yang Yang did not feel any pleasure in his heart. He knew that the most difficult battle was still behind. He used the radio to contact the command center and requested to send a group of transport helicopters to transport away the bodies and wounded soldiers, as well as the injured hostages. Of course, the ammunition should be supplemented.

The command center agreed and sent forty large transport helicopters to replenish them with ammunition and then transported away the bodies of the dead martyrs, wounded soldiers, injured hostages, and a large number of women and children. The originally crowded prison space suddenly became much wider.

The Chinese special forces succeeded one after another in Bamalan Prison and Madura concentration camp. Nearly half of the bargaining chips on which Suhado threatened the Chinese army were suddenly removed. As this rapid storm swept across Jawa, his bargaining chips would become less and less. However, Suhado was not so easy to admit defeat. In his roar, the Jawa army, who found something bad, finally took action. After sending away the last ground-effect plane and helicopter full of hostages in Madula Prison and Bamalan Prison, the Jawa army was about to arrive.
Chapter completed!