Ping Li.
Electric scam park.
Or rather, the forr electric scam park.
Having orchestrated a heinous massacre, Wei Yi returned with a grand show of force, bringing five hundred n and taking this place as a temporary base.
Fortunately, this park was spacious enough; it previously housed one or two hundred people, so with so simple adjustnts, accommodating five hundred wasn’t a problem.
Disorder has its advantages.
For instance, Wei Yi wasn’t worried about anyone coming to capture him.
He was thorough; he not only killed but also buried. After the massacre, he dragged the bodies of those hapless souls into the jungle to dig pits and bury them, so this return was less burdenso.
However, Wei Li’s body was left unhandled, hanging high before they left. But on this return, from the flagpole it had "vanished without a trace."
"Bang bang bang bang..."
This place was previously forbidden.
Now even more so.
Previously for scams, now it’s beco a warlord’s training ground.
The sweeping defeat of Kan Bang brought no pride to Wei Yi, instead, he was focused on rigorously training his soldiers.
Even with advanced equipnt, it must be mastered to the fullest extent; Kan Bang was caught unprepared, hence suffered such a crushing defeat, but everyone is on guard now, and the upcoming battles won’t be so easy, especially.
Wei Yi gazed southward.
There lies the common enemy of the entire north.
The governnt army.
Although it seed unlikely for the governnt army to get involved at the mont, at least so level of preparation was necessary,
After all, if everything goes smoothly, confrontation between the north and south is bound to happen.
Wei Yi squinted, looking south.
Regardless of positions, the governnt army is ultimately a governnt army, backed by a nation, at least half of a nation’s strength, incomparable to these northern warlords.
"Focus up! The real tough battle is ahead! Do you know how much the things you carry and wear are worth?! The bullets you fire are silver, so put them into the enemy’s bodies, don’t waste them!"
Wei Yi withdrew his gaze, pacing back and forth at the makeshift shooting range, commanding with a solemn authority.
The gunfire in the forrly forbidden electric scam park grew fiercer.
At the gate.
The fully ard guard waved his hand.
The gate slowly opened.
A few jeeps drove in.
The main force didn’t enter the city, but Wei Yi arranged for a platoon to patrol the city daily.
Indeed.
One might say it’s to show ownership.
On this second visit to Ping Li, the infamous Wei Yi, who gained notoriety by executing Wei Li and slaughtering the entire park, did not continue the massacre approach; apart from dispatching troops for city patrols, he didn’t interfere with the local way of life, allowing people to go about their business.
But there was an exception.
That would be the Hendry Group.
On the first day back in Ping Li, the Allied Army stord into the Hendry Group’s office in Ping Li like bandits raiding a village.
But they weren’t foolish.
When the Allied Army soldiers barged in like wolves, the place was already deserted, with all valuables taken away, only leaving behind cheap tables and chairs. They probably left right after the park massacre.
"Doctor! Doctor!"
The loud cries drew Wei Yi’s attention.
He gestured Instructor to continue supervising, and he walked toward the park gate, then realized sothing was amiss.
The jeep was bloodstained, riddled with marks suggesting intense firefights.
A few soldiers were carried out of the vehicle.
Doctors rushed over.
Basic provisions of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, this is basic living security, but besides these fundantal conditions, warfare also involves injuries and illnesses among soldiers, so in a complete military system, the dical departnt is indispensable.
But what are Myanmar’s conditions?
The dical system is inherently backward, even lacking, so many ard organizations in Myanmar usually seek out "barefoot doctors" from the mountains.
The Allied Army was the sa.
But that was before.
The dical personnel running over now wore neatly uniford white coats, dical masks, carried stretchers, and even had respirators, exuding one word from inside out.
Professional!
Until now, Wei Yi still didn’t know exactly who Mr. Jiang was, but it didn’t affect the powerful and upright image he held in his mind, even evoking a feeling akin to the blazing sun overhead.
Indeed.
Besides weapons and equipnt, their aid also included a professional dical team.
Even if it wasn’t clear why these first-rate dical personnel, speaking English, would leave their comfortable working environnts to risk coming here, one thing was evident, the bill for this service must be extraordinarily high.
War.
Is a contest of financial strength.
Wei Yi had a bit of difficulty understanding it before, but now he had gained a certain insight.
The soldiers were quickly carried away.
Wei Yi glanced at the stretchers, "What happened?"
The platoon leader stood at attention imdiately, with his back straight as a rod, "Report, we encountered an ambush in the city."
Ambush?
Wei Yi frowned slightly, "Who are they?"
"Not sure, they had quite a number of people, so to avoid excessive casualties, I chose to break through."
"Do you know roughly how many?"
Wei Yi didn’t bla him for avoiding the fight.
One must always know when to act sensibly.
Needlessly dying isn’t bravery, it’s foolishness.
"Based on their firepower intensity, about a company of troops, we managed to eliminate around a dozen during our breakout."
Wei Yi nodded, glancing at the soldiers who went out on patrol but ended up in a bloody battle, "Get so rest first."
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