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"Damn it~"
The professor, enduring the excruciating pain, cursed under his breath and stealthily extended his pistol to fire, trying to buy himself some time.
However, to his disappointment, just a few seconds later, a man with two or three bullet holes in his body appeared in front of him with a cold expression.
"Bang, bang, bang~"
The professor fired instinctively.
The 'battle veteran' also pulled the trigger of his submachine gun.
"Da da da~"
After a burst of submachine gun fire, the body of the "battle veteran" fell onto the professor. However, the professor could no longer move the body. He leaned against the metal wall of the plane, stopped breathing, and died with his eyes wide open.
Soon, in the cockpit, a gun barrel appeared next to the heads of the three foreign pilots, and four 'battle veterans' stood there, guns raised, coldly watching them...
at the same time.
The battle at the Indian military camp was nearing its end.
Although the hundreds of Indian soldiers began to erupt after being driven to the brink, they were no match for Wang Jianjun and Wang Jianguo's constant addition of "battle veterans".
After realizing that no matter how much they fought, the enemy's numbers wouldn't decrease, many Indian soldiers broke down.
After their mental state collapsed, a 'massacre' began.
A few minutes later, after killing most of the hundreds of Indian soldiers in the Indian camp, Wang Jianjun and Wang Jianguo left 50 "battle veterans" to clean up the mess, while they led the others to charge toward the last two targets of the night.
Inside the command center of the Stanley military camp.
"Damn it, why haven't those damn Chinese people arrived yet!"
Livingston roared.
Then, he glared at his adjutant and shouted, "The officers in the Chinese military camp must arrive here to reinforce us within three minutes, or they can expect to be court-martialed!"
Livingston never dreamed that 1500 Chinese soldiers had already assembled and were advancing toward Stanley Camp, albeit at a very slow pace.
No matter how much the foreign officer in charge urged them, the Chinese soldiers just couldn't move quickly.
At that moment, a walkie-talkie crackled to life in the hand of a foreign officer with an anxious expression.
"Captain Thomson, the lieutenant colonel has given a death order: you must arrive at the barracks with your men in three minutes, or you'll be facing court-martial!"
The major's voice came through the walkie-talkie speaker.
"Fuck, these Chinese people walk slower than my eighty-year-old grandmother, how am I supposed to catch up?"
Thomson cursed angrily.
"Captain Thomson, that's your problem!"
After saying this, the major adjutant abruptly ended the communication.
"Fuck! fuck! fuck!"
Thomson cursed a few times, then looked at the Chinese soldiers who were still advancing slowly and said, "Brothers, please hurry up!"
Unfortunately, his pleas had no effect.
Among the Chinese soldiers, one soldier whispered to another, "Damn it, those foreigners only pay 2800 Hong Kong dollars a month, and they still want us to risk our lives. I don't know what they're thinking."
The Westerners did save a lot of military spending by recruiting soldiers in Hong Kong, but they never thought about why these Chinese soldiers, who were paid far less than Western soldiers or even Indian soldiers, would risk their lives for them.
the other side.
Under Livingston's various orders, which were almost threatening, the more than 200 foreign officers in the last foreign camp finally set out and headed towards the Indian army camp.
Soon, they encountered Wang Jianjun, Wang Jianguo and others.
These foreign officers truly lived up to their reputation as the most elite group in the entire Stanley military camp. Their combat skills were exceptionally high, and they could even hold their own against seasoned veterans.
But as the battle progressed, more and more of these foreign officers died, and the advantage of the 'battle-hardened veterans' who could be replenished became greater and greater.
A dozen minutes later, the balance of power began to tilt.
"Withdraw to the barracks and use the barracks buildings as cover to deal with these people!"
A foreign major shouted loudly.
It was at this moment that Wang Jianjun gave the order: all troops, charge!
Under Wang Jianjun's orders, more than 100 "battle veterans" charged directly at the foreign officer, braving bullets.
After killing dozens of "battle veterans," and with the enemy advancing even faster and about to reach them, the morale of these foreign officers finally collapsed.
Soon, the entire Stanley Prison became a living hell.
"Lieutenant Colonel, let's ask the Hong Kong Island Police Force for help!"
The major adjutant spoke cautiously to Livingstone.
"..."
After a long silence, Livingston finally nodded slowly. Asking the colonial police for help was a disgrace for any soldier, but Livingston knew that he and the foreign officers at Stanley Camp had no other choice.
'Clang~'
Just then, a loud bang reached Livingston's ears.
Without a moment's hesitation, Livingston drew his pistol and looked toward the stairs.
Soon, several figures came into Livingston's view.
Without a moment's hesitation, he fired.
"Bang, bang, bang~"
Livingston successfully killed two 'battle veterans', but to his despair, a constant stream of bullets aimed at him and the other foreigners in the command center surged towards him.
'Da da da da~'
After a fierce firefight, the Stanley military camp command center fell into a deathly silence.
the other side.
The residence of Commissioner of Police Mak Yan-ho.
‘Ring ring ring~’
A phone call woke Mai Renhao up.
"Which one?"
With his eyes closed, Mai Renhao picked up the phone and asked.
Then, his eyes snapped open, his gaze and expression filled with shock: "What did you say? The Stanley military camp was attacked by bandits, and they're asking our police force for help?"
……
Hong Kong Island was in shock that night!
[129] Mr. Governor, is it too much to ask for a large military transport plane for one hundred million US dollars?
Late at night, at the Commissioner of Police's residence.
Throughout Hong Kong Island, out of tens of thousands of civil servants, only three have official residences.
Governor, Chief Executive, Commissioner of Police.
Like the Governor's residence, the Commissioner of Police's residence is also located in the Mid-Levels, and is a two-story white European-style building.
However, unlike the Governor's residence, the Commissioner of Police's residence is not protected by dedicated guards, but by the VIP Protection Unit (C4).
The nights here are usually very peaceful, but tonight is clearly different.
When Mai Renhao heard that the foreign officers at Stanley Military Camp had actually asked the police for help, he was so shocked that he immediately sobered up. He had never heard of such a request in his life.
It's no wonder that Mak Yan-ho was surprised. In the 140 years since Hong Kong Island was opened to foreign trade, only the police force has ever sought help from the military, such as during the Canton-Hong Kong general strike, the 1956 riots, and the 1967 riots.
But the military has never asked the police for help. After all, even now that the troops have been largely withdrawn, there are still 3000 fully armed soldiers in Stanley Camp. If even they can't hold them off, wouldn't it be the same if the police went up and gave up their troops?
"Yes, Chief, we did receive a request for assistance from Lieutenant Colonel Livingstone of the military, asking our police force to send personnel to support them as soon as possible."
On the other end of the phone, Chief Inspector Qin Wenfang of the Police Communications Department also looked surprised.
She had confirmed the news several times, which made the foreign officer she was talking to a little impatient before she finally confirmed it. Then, Qin Wenfang made a decisive decision and reported the news directly to the Commissioner of Police, Mai Renhao.
"Okay, I understand. Your communications department should immediately notify the Hong Kong Island Regional Headquarters and Kowloon Regional Headquarters to have the Flying Tigers, SWAT teams, and PTU carry heavy weapons and immediately provide support to the Stanley Barracks!"
After a brief moment of surprise, Mai Renhao quickly regained his composure. The situation was urgent, and this time he did not contact the relevant department heads first, but instead issued his orders directly.
"Yes, sir!"
Qin Wenfang immediately spoke loudly.
Upon hearing Qin Wenfang's reply, Mai Renhao immediately hung up the phone, turned on the desk lamp, and dialed the Governor's Office.
"I am Commissioner of Police Mak Yan-ho. I have something very important to discuss with the Governor. Please have the Governor come to the phone immediately!"
After the call was connected, Mai Renhao immediately spoke.
at the same time.
Inside the Stanley military camp.