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Daman found it outrageous, but he could accept it nonetheless.

Siam is like that, made up of families of all sizes. If the upper echelons are not upright, the lower echelons will be crooked as well. Military power is greater than political power, local autonomy is high, and overall, they do not attach much importance to sovereignty issues. Otherwise, how could they allow the Golden Triangle to exist?

In modern society, there's no need to worry about being invaded, nor is it possible to dominate Southeast Asia. The entire country, from top to bottom, has lost its ambition...

With morale low, the whole country seems listless, with only the thought of making money remaining and living one's own life becoming more important than anything else.

It's not just Siam; apart from the Chinese who are always shouting "catch up with Britain and surpass the United States," which European country isn't like that?

Daman composed himself and led Chen Yuanchao and his group toward the village where his father had been attacked, where family members were waiting.

Upon arriving at the village, the Daman family prepared to settle Chen Yuanchao in, but Chen Yuanchao refused, saying, "Just replenishing our supplies is fine. It's getting dark, so let's sneak over and check the situation tonight."

"This..." Daman wanted to say that it was too hasty, but since it was his father who was arrested, he could only thank him repeatedly.

Half an hour later, watching the man ride away on the prepared motorcycle, Daman suddenly sighed. They were all soldiers, no, these men were already retired, but their spirit and energy made him feel ashamed of himself.

Siamese soldiers will never see this kind of spirit.

Sometimes, whether you can win or not really has nothing to do with your equipment...

Indian: If you keep cursing, I'll blow you up with my Glorious Bomb!
……

On a rainforest hillside, 20 kilometers north of Yalan District on the Thai-Cambodian border.

It was completely dark by now. The nearest city, Yalan, didn't have many lights, so there was no need to worry about light pollution. If it weren't for the good weather, the rainforest would be completely dark at night.

A company of over 200 Annamese soldiers has been stationed here for more than a year. Their daily comings and goings have worn out a mountain path. Otherwise, even with night vision goggles, Chen Yuanchao and his group would definitely have gotten lost in the forest at night.

Instead of proceeding directly along the forest road, we walked through the woods on the side for about 3 kilometers before approaching the Annam camp.

Once outside the camp, Chen Yuanchao took off his night vision goggles, as he couldn't climb trees with them on.

It took a lot of effort to climb up in the dark, and after securing myself with a safety rope, I put my night vision goggles back on and looked towards the camp.

"Still the same as always," Chen Yuanchao muttered under his breath.

The outermost perimeter of the camp was a barbed wire fence more than a meter high, behind which were mud pits and trenches dug half a meter deep. These things looked inconspicuous, but once you stepped into them, it would be extremely difficult to move around. The connection points of the surrounding mud pits and trenches were machine gun bunkers built with sandbags, which could easily turn enemy soldiers who were stuck in the mud pits into sieves from a high vantage point.

Although he couldn't see the machine gun bunkers clearly from a distance, he had fought in these hillside camps ten years ago.

The Annamese army hid in rat holes dug in the hillside, which made them quite difficult to deal with. Repeated bombardments with heavy artillery could not cause much damage, and the shell craters they created were quickly turned into mud pits, making it even more difficult for infantry to advance.

It caused the US military a great deal of losses back then, with hundreds of thousands of troops trapped here and suffering heavy losses.

However, ten years ago, this defensive line did not hold us off for long. With coordinated infantry and artillery fire and targeted demolitions, everything would be crushed into dust in front of the army.

It didn't work ten years ago, and it will be even less likely to work ten years from now.

The Annamese clearly did not regard the Siamese as adversaries. Instead of living in rat holes, they built stilt houses on the hillside. The dim yellow light from the windows could be seen from more than 200 meters away, and the sound of diesel generators could be faintly heard in the quiet night.

If discipline is rotten, even the best defense measures are useless.

After looking around the camp, including the soldiers' quarters, officers' quarters, logistics facilities, warehouses, and the place where slaves were held, Chen Yuanchao had a general idea of ​​the area. He couldn't estimate the exact number of people, but judging from the area, it was no more than 300.

They kept observing in the woods until midnight, and finally saw someone come out to relieve the night watchman around 1 a.m. The beam of their flashlights basically revealed the positions of the sentry post and the machine gun bunker.

As dawn broke, the logistics personnel got up to cook. By around 6 a.m., most of the people in the camp were up, changing shifts, eating breakfast, and disposing of waste. The location of the machine gun bunkers, which hadn't been exposed the night before, was also thoroughly investigated.

Around 9 a.m., Chen Yuanchao and his group returned to the village and met with Daman. They immediately contacted Wang Yaotang to report the situation, saying, "We can fight, but we can't guarantee whether we can rescue them."

"No need for guarantees. If we can't save him, consider it revenge for his father. Maybe Daman will be even happier," Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

Chen Yuanchao was stunned. Daman, standing to the side, widened his eyes, his face instantly turning red. Overcome with rage, he shouted without restraint, "You're talking nonsense! I didn't do it! That's my father! We have to rescue him!"

Chen Yuanchao felt awkward.

"Hehehe..." A burst of laughter came from the phone. Wang Yaotang didn't care at all. "Good, good, good. Mr. Daman's filial piety is known to all. 800 million US dollars. I'll provide a complete infantry company. I guarantee to take over the entire Annamite army camp."

"This..." Daman opened his mouth, the price was really too expensive, even the Annamese didn't dare to ask for such an exorbitant price.

“Don’t hesitate.” Wang Yaotang chuckled. “A single Gazelle attack helicopter costs as much as $150 million. Think it over, I’ll wait for your call.”

After saying that, Wang Yaotang hung up immediately.

"Wait, wait..." Hearing the dial tone from the receiver, Daman stiffened and turned to look at Chen Yuanchao beside him. "Wang Sheng, Wang Sheng is really busy..."

"Yes, Wang Sheng is very busy," Chen Yuanchao said with a straight face and no expression.

Daman paced back and forth in the room. If he asked the border guards for help, even if they only sent a battalion, he could get $200 million. But even if they could guarantee that they would take the Annamese camp, he didn't believe them.

If they were really that powerful, they wouldn't have been able to win every conflict for years...

How is driving the Annamese back to the Thai-Cambodian border not a victory?

The Hinayana path to enlightenment is also a path to enlightenment!

He stomped his foot hard. He wasn't as despicable as Wang Yaotang thought; he wanted to save people.

At least that was true before Wang Yaotang said that...

Eight million is fine, even if it's to kill all the Annamese to avenge them... it'll be an explanation to everyone!
"Okay, I agree!"

The Y-5 took off from the dirt road and plunged into the sky...

……

Nighttime, 1 kilometer from the side of the hill where the Annamese camp is located.

More than 20 people used chainsaws to cut down all the slightly taller trees within a 50-meter radius, quickly clearing a space of about 2000 square meters, with no more branches or twigs blocking the mortar firing.

Hundreds of people worked together to quickly clear the bushes on the ground, and the communications soldiers set up a radio base station to make contact with the outside world.

An hour later, a Y-5 appeared overhead, and after contact was made, seven or eight lights quickly lit up on the ground.

The Y-5 descended and began to circle, dropping a box with a parachute in mid-air with each circle, trying to ensure that the airdrop did not deviate too far.

After replenishing equipment and resting the main force, artillery personnel will determine the level and position the mortars, while others will go to the direction of the Annamese camp to manually measure the distance to ensure that the bombing will land accurately once it begins.

At 4 a.m., the main force set off.

At 4:30, the three platoons arrived 200 meters outside the target camp.

One platoon turned and crept into the woods towards the mountain, while the other two platoons split up.

5 o'clock, the darkest time of day.

"Call the first row to confirm their location."

"The first platoon has reached its designated position and is ready to launch an attack at any time."

"Call the second row to confirm their location."

"Row 2 has arrived at its designated position..."

"The third row is..."

Near the camp, Chen Yuanchao, holding a communicator, gave a deep order: "Artillery platoon, target the soldiers' barracks, test fire!"

"Artillery platoon, report to soldiers' barracks, test fire!"

"Boom!"

"First rank, second rank, attack!"

"One row received!"

"Second platoon received!"

After silently counting to 10, Chen Yuanchao looked at the crew-cut man next to him and said, "Illumination flare."

"Boom!"

The flare quickly rose into the air, illuminating the Annamese camp. The Annamese on night watch were stunned for a few seconds before jumping up and shouting loudly in their native tongue.

"boom!"

An 80mm anti-aircraft shell landed in the camp, sending dirt flying and causing the entire camp to tremble slightly.

Lieutenant Annan was jolted awake by the explosion of the first test shot. He jumped up, wiped the sweat from his brow, and cursed loudly, "Who the hell blew that up!"

He never imagined anyone would attack the camp. The artillerymen around Chen Yuanchao immediately reported the data, and the artillery platoon a kilometer away quickly adjusted the parameters.

"Target: soldiers' barracks, 10 rounds!"

"Yes, target the soldiers' barracks, 10 rounds!" the artillery platoon leader repeated the order.

"Dong", "Dong", "Dong", "Dong", "Dong"

Working in pairs, the ten 80mm cannons roared simultaneously, completing the mission in just 25 minutes.

“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”

An 80mm mortar shell fell from the sky and exploded instantly on the wooden stilt house. The shock wave tore apart the thin layer of bamboo, wood and thatch. Shock waves and shrapnel carried fragments of wood through the stilt house. The Annamese sleeping inside were blown to pieces before they could even scream.

One hundred shells densely covered the entire barracks. The seventeen or eighteen stilted houses were like they had been hit by a category 18 typhoon. In an instant, only the swaying broken pillars remained. Under the burning flames, the surrounding area was littered with limbs and torsos. Almost no one survived.

Stilt houses offer virtually no protection against 80mm high-explosive shells; they're like balloons that burst at the slightest touch.

Annam has occupied Cambodia for six years since 1979, and has been fighting small-scale guerrilla warfare ever since. This company, which was transferred to the border, has not fought any battles except for raiding in the wealthy territory of Siam.

Trapped in this camp, unable to see their families, and while they have enough to eat, they can only get enough to eat, never anything good. If it weren't for the occasional opportunity to rob and kill in Siam to vent their frustrations, these people would have collapsed long ago.

Discipline?
That thing is long gone!
From the moment the flares were launched into the sky to the dense bombardment of 100 shells, it took only a minute. The Annamese people, who had just been awakened and gotten out of bed, had no time to react before they were completely buried.

Only then did Lieutenant Annan realize that he had been attacked!

Of all the buildings in the camp, only his two-story building was made of reinforced concrete. Looking out the window at the chaotic soldiers' camp, the lieutenant was completely stunned.

Finished!

Who is it?

why!
After the bombing ended, the first and second platoons had already taken advantage of the chaos to sneak to within a hundred meters of the camp, quickly cut through the barbed wire, and several men wearing night vision goggles carried 40mm guns, aimed at the Annamese machine gun bunkers that had been marked beforehand, and pulled the triggers.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Armor-piercing warheads are not as effective as high-explosive warheads when hitting sandbag fortresses. However, it is difficult for a single shot to blast open a sandbag that is more than a meter thick. But Umbrella Corporation never skimps on firepower. Three warheads can take down one sandbag. Under saturation bombardment, such earthen fortresses are blown up directly.

After taking down the machine gun bunker, the first and second platoons did not rush directly into the Annamese camp. The situation inside was too complicated to warrant an attack. What they needed to do was to use the trenches to mow down anyone running around in the camp.

The sound of gunfire made Lieutenant Song Suan of Annan react. He instinctively ducked down to the window, crawled a few steps on all fours, and then crouched down and scurried downstairs.

This building is home to Annamese military officers and their families. People always want to gather together to find a sense of security when they are in crisis.

The first and second rows drew attention, while the third row quietly crept up. The people in the machine gun bunker in this direction had already run away, so they quietly made their way to the warehouse and the place where slaves were imprisoned.

There were only a few Annamese guards here to begin with. In the chaos, a few who rushed out were killed, and the remaining seven or eight were easily killed by the third platoon.

"Calling command, the third platoon has occupied the warehouse and prison cells, please give instructions!"

"This is the command post. Third platoon, hold your ground."

"Yes!"

Below the camp, Chen Yuanchao looked at the communications soldier and said, "Calling Antelope."

"Antelope received, please provide instructions."

"Target: Enemy command post. Suppress fire."

"Yes!"

"Calling the first and second platoons, Antelope has gone to provide support. Take over the enemy command post."

"Yes!"

"Boom boom boom——"

The concrete of the command building was shattered and scattered everywhere. Bullets pierced through the doors and windows and bounced wildly inside the rooms. Even a tiny bit of bullet could tear off a piece of flesh. The white flag that had just been raised was broken with a 'bang'. The white shirt was shattered into pieces by the flying gravel.

Under the barrage of 12.7mm heavy machine gun fire, the people inside the small building were completely unfazed, and could only huddle behind the cover they could find, trembling in fear.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

With a flash of light, several 40mm high-explosive anti-tank warheads pierced through the concrete wall. The metal jets, carrying molten cement mortar, sprayed out in a fan shape throughout the room, igniting the seats, benches, and even human bodies in their path.

"We surrender! We surrender!" the people inside the building shouted at the top of their lungs.

However, the roar was completely inaudible amidst the heavy machine gun fire.

Hearing it was useless; Wang Yaotang never intended to take anyone alive!
Umbrella receives an order: a group of Cambodian drug traffickers have committed murder, robbery, and kidnapped an important figure in the Daman family. Umbrella's goal is to eliminate the drug traffickers and rescue the kidnapped target.

That's it!

It would be difficult to explain to all parties if the Annamese were still alive. They couldn't very well say that the Annamese army was undisciplined and engaged in arson, murder, and looting, could they?
This isn't a slap in the face to the Annamese, it's a slap in the backside to the Americans!

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

After the armor-piercing rounds, high-explosive rounds were fired through the doors and windows.

After a row of them moved in, they threw in seven or eight more tear gas canisters, and then we just had to wait.

They'll either get shot at the window or cough themselves to death inside.

You always have to choose a way to die.

……

As dawn broke, a small Antelope plane slowly landed in the village square. A chubby man, covered in dust and dirt, jumped out of the plane. The strong wind from the propeller made his already sparse hair flutter like seaweed...

Old Daman took a deep breath, feeling the earthy air blown by the wind pressure, and felt incredibly refreshed and free!
He genuinely believed he was going to die, but unexpectedly, cannons roared in the middle of the night. When the slaves were released, there was no one left alive in the entire camp.

Daman stared blankly at his father, "He really, really came back to life!"
This this……

A thousand thoughts rushed into her mind at once, and she pursed her lips as tears streamed down her face.

……

Two days later, in Bangkok.

"800 million, not a waste, right?" Wang Yaotang said with a smile, shaking old Daman's hand.

"It's worth it, so worth it! Thank you, Mr. Wang! I will never refuse to help the Daman family in the future!" Daman only rested for a day before rushing to Bangkok to see Wang Yaotang. It wasn't just to give him money, but also to take the opportunity to get to know this famous 'fierce and barbaric' man from the Celestial Empire!
He is determined to throw a grand banquet in Bangkok and invite several media outlets to interview him, making sure that the whole of Siam knows about Wang Yaotang rescuing him from the Annamese.

It wasn't really to make Wang Yaotang famous, nor to put pressure on Annan; it was simply to let everyone know that he had a close relationship with Wang Yaotang.

From now on, anyone who wants to mess with the Daman family should think twice!

You might never need this kind of connection in your lifetime, but it can be a lifesaver when you really need it!
At the banquet, a group of Bangkok nobles and celebrities listened to Daman recount the horrific scene of the attack by the Annamese. "I originally thought of disguising myself and hiding, but with my appearance..."

Daman smiled wryly and said, "They don't look like poor people at all."

He knew that even if he received the ransom, he might not survive, but those people beat him severely...

People like Guo Bingxiang, who were so stingy that they were beaten and tortured, had their feet chained, stripped naked, stuffed into a wooden box more than a meter long, and could only kneel and curl up for four days before they could cooperate and make a phone call, are ultimately a minority.

Unexpectedly, the person was rescued before the ransom was even delivered.

Thinking back on the past few days, he felt as if he were in a dream, a nightmare.

Old Daman's speech was terrible, his words were dry and boring, but the nobles and wealthy people around him still listened with great empathy.

Many people exclaimed in low voices, "It really is an Annamite army camp!"

"They really killed them all!"

"That's too fierce!"

"Isn't he afraid of retaliation from the Annamese?"

"Surname Wang, cough cough, Mr. Wang is really fierce... a true hero!" (End of Chapter)