Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat

  Chapter 495 Actual combat exercise 2

  In the dark night, a huge camp crawled on the north bank of the Amazon River, like a jungle panther ready to kill anyone at any time.

  Heavily armed soldiers passing by from time to time, and dazzling searchlights kept sweeping from every corner, proclaiming to everyone that the guard here is tight and inviolable.

  After a day of hustle and bustle, most of the soldiers in the camp had already fallen asleep. As the defensive commander of the exercise, Duarte was having trouble sleeping.

   As a veteran who participated in the European War, this is the first time he has received such an exercise order.

  The adjutant beside him was also confused.

   "Sir! You said that this naval special tactics research team, with a team of about 50 people, is brazenly planning to raid our headquarters. Is this possible?"

  Duarte gazed through the small window of the tent and looked at the dark night outside. He seemed a little restless. After hearing the adjutant's question, he rubbed his eyebrows helplessly and said:

   "I don't understand what they want to do! My barracks of 2,500 people is stationed, what effect can they have by rushing in with 50 people.

   I don’t know why, but I always feel uneasy. "

  The adjutant looked at Duarte's appearance, but he looked very new, with a confident look on his face:

   "Sir, don't worry! Since the content of the exercise has made it clear that we are defending against their attack, and we also know that they are coming to raid our camp, we just need to set up an ambush and wait for them to come to the door.

   Haven't you already quietly arranged your manpower outside the camp?

  As long as they have moved, they will be spotted by us soon. Once we find out their whereabouts, I don't believe that a team of fifty people can escape from the encirclement of our 2,500 people.

   What's more, our task is only to hold the camp without losing it.

  I really can't think of a way we could fail. "

  But Duarte is not as optimistic as his adjutant.

   "It's because we all feel impossible that I feel weird!"

  At this time, the adjutant seemed to suddenly think of something and said:

   "Sir, do you think they are going to charge directly into our camp with powerful firepower!

   The last time Fernando de Noronha landed in combat, wasn't a brand new assault rifle brought out for testing? "

  Duarte shook his head and denied:

   "Impossible, assault rifles are just rifles, not like the appearance of heavy machine guns, which can completely change the way of warfare.

  No matter how fast their assault rifles fire, can they still be faster than so many light and heavy machine guns in our barracks? "

   "Yes! Then what is the significance of this exercise?"

   Duarte couldn't give an answer to the adjutant's question, so he could only sit in the field tent and think in secret, holding a drawing pencil in his hand and rubbing it back and forth. Even Cheng Guangwaliang, who had already rubbed the tip of the pencil, didn't notice it.

   In this way, the camp was quiet for a full five minutes, and neither of them thought of any useful clues.

  Finally, Duarte looked at the night outside the window, got up helplessly and said:

   "I'll check around the camp again to make sure that all the light and dark posts are in normal condition. Go and inform the other battalion commanders so that everyone is ready for battle at any time."

  The adjutant heard the words and quickly stood up to salute:

"Yes, sir!"

   After finishing speaking, he turned and left.

  Duarte also picked up the helmet on the table, opened the tent and went out. Accompanied by the guards, he went around the huge camp and went back to his tent to rest after confirming that there were no missing problems.

Time passed slowly, and the clock reached four o'clock in the morning without knowing it. In some hidden corners in the northwest corner of the barracks, a few black figures suddenly appeared quietly behind several sentries, and only a few short bursts were heard. The muffled hum sounded, and everything quickly returned to calm.

  A soldier in charge of sentry only felt that his mouth was covered by a strong hand, and a cold touch came from his neck, and a deep voice sounded in his ear:

   "Tom, you are dead, please follow the rules of the exercise."

  This voice is very familiar to Tom. This is his original squad leader Rez Vazquez. He knows that the other party has been selected for this special naval special tactics research team.

  What puzzled him was that, as a sentinel in this direction, he was sure that he had been keeping watch very seriously, and he didn't even blink his eyelids.

  There is absolutely no other figure in the position where I stand, but why does he suddenly appear behind me? This puzzled him a lot.

  He understood that he was out of the game in this exercise, so he was very obedient and didn't make any sound.

  But he was very curious about how Rez Vazquez appeared behind him. With the faint moonlight, Tom saw a group of moving bushes that were rapidly melting into the dark night.

  If it weren't for the warning that sounded in his ears just now, and the cold touch on his neck were so real, he almost thought he was hallucinating.

  A group of bushes came alive. If I remember correctly, when I took over the sentry position, this group of bushes was already by my side.

   This reminded him of some unscientific scary legends in his hometown, and his body shivered for no reason.

   Rez Vazquez didn't have the time to consider Tom's feelings. At this moment, he was quickly and secretly approaching the camp surrounded by barbed wire.

  In less than five minutes, he arrived at the predetermined place, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and made sure that the time was just right. He made a soft sound similar to a frog in the jungle with his mouth.

   Soon, there were several responses from around, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, knowing that everyone was already in place.

  Looking up at the distance from the searchlight and the condition of the tall barbed wire fence, he took out a small wire cutter from his back, clicked less than ten times, and he opened a gap in the barbed wire fence that could allow one person to pass through.

   After the searchlights left, he looked in the direction of the patrol to confirm it was safe. He made a low sound of insects, then took off the camouflage on his body, quickly passed through the gap, and held onto the barbed wire to facilitate the passage of the soldiers behind.

   Soon, everyone filed in silently. Rez Vazquez restored the barbed wire very responsibly, got up quickly, lined up with everyone, and joined the ranks of patrolling.

   It's just that no one noticed that there was an extra squad in the patrol.

  Checked the password with other patrol teams in a decent manner, and there was nothing unusual.

  However, the patrol route of this patrol team did not seem to be fixed. It approached the core area of ​​the camp step by step, until it passed a large camp, and the patrol team disappeared into the camp without a sound.

  About ten minutes later, there was a sudden sound of gunfire outside the east gate of the camp, and the entire barracks was awakened instantly.

   Duarte, who felt that he had just fallen asleep, sat up from the camp bed, quickly put on his clothes, took out a pistol from under the pillow, put it in a holster on his waist, and rushed out of the camp.

   Glancing in the direction of the exchange of fire, the tense expression on his face finally relaxed. All fears come from the unknown, as long as the battle starts, he won't worry anymore.

   But what he didn't notice was that the guard standing guard at the door of his tent was gone.

  Of course, at this moment, he didn't care about these trivial matters, and hurriedly walked to a large tent in the camp, where his exercise headquarters was located.

   Around the big tent, disheveled officers were constantly entering and leaving, and the radio and walkie-talkie equipment inside had already started working.

   Duarte, who had just opened the curtain and walked into the command center, saw an officer walking quickly in front of him, standing at attention and saluting:

   "Sir, the enemy launched an attack from the east gate, and the firepower is very fierce. Our army's guarding company on the periphery has already exchanged fire with the opponent. Just now, the commander of the front company has already asked us for help."

  Duarte nodded calmly when he heard the words:

   "Is he a waste to ask for help so quickly? Order him to stick to his position. Without an order, he is absolutely not allowed to take a step back. At the same time, let the companies on guard in other directions pay attention to the enemy's movement, and be careful of the enemy's attack from east to west."

  The officer heard the words and hurriedly stood at attention and saluted:

"Yes, sir!"

  After taking the order, the officer did not leave immediately, but looked suspiciously at Duarte's neck by the light in the tent, and there seemed to be a large black stain.

  Lieutenant Colonel Duarte noticed the officer's strange expression, and said dissatisfiedly:

   "What are you doing here in a daze, go and deliver the order."

  The officer was a little puzzled and said:

   "Sir, your neck"

  Duarte was taken aback when he heard the words, and stretched out his hand to touch it. He felt an unusual stickiness. He opened his palm and looked under the light, feeling bad in his heart.

  At this moment, several dull "bang bang" sounds suddenly came from all corners of the entire headquarters, and then the entire headquarters was engulfed in thick smoke.

   Before a group of officers could understand what was going on, they were choked by the smoke and fled from the headquarters one after another.

  At this time, the special team led by Rez Vazquez took advantage of the chaos in the headquarters, followed the soldiers in the barracks, and ran towards the east gate of the barracks where the fire was being exchanged.

   After running out of the barracks, everyone turned around again and disappeared into the vast night.

  The firefight outside the east gate also stopped abruptly after less than half an hour, and it was not discovered until the defensive company that had been under pressure rushed out of the trench and touched the enemy's attack position.

   The enemy has disappeared.

  When the company commander outside the east gate reported the situation here to the headquarters, he was told that the exercise had ended, the headquarters was destroyed by the enemy, and all commanders, including Lieutenant Colonel Duarte, were wiped out by the enemy.

   This not only baffled the company commander, but even Duarte, who stood outside the headquarters and watched the headquarters being engulfed in colored smoke, was a little at a loss.

   This was completely different from the confrontation he had expected. Seeing the black stickiness on his hands, he realized that he had already been beheaded by the enemy long before he was awakened by the sound of firefighting.

   And he didn't even know what was going on.

   He didn't have a rough guess until he was notified by the director's department that the corpses that could resume free movement normally crawled out from various hidden corners.

   "You mean you were wiped from the back of your neck before you understood what was going on?"

   Duarte looked at the two guards who were supposed to be standing outside his tent, guarding him, and asked in disbelief.

  The two guards were also considered veterans. At this moment, their faces were flushed, and they unconsciously touched the black mark on their necks, and lowered their heads in shame.

  Duarte's face turned ashen when he saw this, and his eyes swept over the faces of the people around him, but he didn't see any fighters from the special tactics research team.

   This made it hard for him to accept, and said in a calm voice:

   "Does anyone know where they are now?"

  Everyone shook their heads blankly when they heard the words.

  At this moment, Duarte lowered his head with a slumped face, and said in a voice that everyone could hear:

   "That is to say, our headquarters was taken away, and my commander was killed, but we didn't even touch the shadow of the enemy. Is that so?"

  Everyone in the entire headquarters was silent, and no one dared to answer Duarte's question directly.

   In fact, Duarte doesn't need to ask, he also understands what the answer is! But he really couldn't accept such a result.

  (end of this chapter)