"Want money?"
Tang Songyuan received a call from Ni Sisi and after listening to her tell the other party's request, he couldn't help but sneered:
"I just said what they did to hold my master hostage, it turns out they were thinking about my money."
"What's even more commendable is that they are so patient and call you after so many days..."
Ni Sisi said: "I think it's possible that you were too high-profile during the Western Treasure Hunting Contest and made too much money at once, which attracted their attention."
There was nothing that could be done about it. When Tang Songyuan found the mobile hard drive that held more than 20,000 bitcoins, he couldn't give up.
Now the war is about to break out, and the forces of all parties are concentrating on Kokang Old Street.
These people also tried to use Ni Dehong as a threat to extort money from them.
But now it is no longer a matter of extorting money. What Tang Songyuan wants now is their lives.
"Maybe..." Tang Songyuan comforted: "But senior sister, you don't have to worry too much. I have confirmed that master's current situation is safe."
"And we now have a complete rescue plan."
"In two or three days at most, I can rescue him intact."
"The most important thing for you now is to take care of yourself. At the same time, if someone calls you, just find a way to hold them back, or you can promise to give them money."
"But it's just a promise. No matter how much they ask for, just don't give them a penny..."
Ni Sisi's voice was still full of worry, she said: "I understand, has it rained over there, are you still used to eating..."
Tang Songyuan said: "Everything is okay, everything will be fine, don't worry when I do things!"
After hanging up the phone, Tang Songyuan controlled the rats he placed in the Wei family camp to confirm Ni Dehong's safety.
Ni Dehong was still the same, feeling groggy and a little depressed.
Tang Songyuan smiled coldly and waited for the night to fall.
...
The night was hazy.
In the dense forest to the southeast of the old street, a team of more than a thousand people was marching quickly.
The leader was Yang Zhicheng's younger brother, Yang Zhikang. They were rushing towards Qingshui River under the cover of darkness.
Yang Zhikang was wearing a military green coarse cloth uniform, carrying a rifle and a large backpack on his back, which contained various ammunition and supplies.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and ordered in a deep voice: "Pass this on, speed up your pace, and be sure to reach the west bank of Qingshui River before three o'clock in the morning to establish a defense line."
Most of the soldiers who followed him were elderly veterans. Their faces were covered with vicissitudes of life, but their eyes were firm.
The courageous people of the older generation actually live a very hard life.
Not only do they have to endure the humiliation from the Bamar people, they are not even able to get identity cards and are reduced to second-class citizens, unable to enjoy the same national treatment.
You can't go to the capital, you can't go to middle school, you have no job opportunities, and even if you are beaten to death, your death will be in vain.
Suddenly, an eagle passed through the forest and landed directly in front of Yang Zhikang.
Yang Zhikang stepped forward, but the eagle remained motionless, allowing him to catch it in his hands.
It's like catching a chicken.
He skillfully took out a small piece of paper from Eagle's leg, then took out a small flashlight from his bag and shined it on it, then raised his hand and said:
"Rest in place for half an hour. The plan changed. We will blow up the Qingshui River Bridge directly and build fortifications on the ridges on both sides."
This was a new order given to him by the temporary headquarters of Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasties.
Kokang is located in a mountainous area, bordered by the Northern Zen Gang to the west and South China to the north. There is only one southeast road connecting Naypyitaw.
Blowing up the bridge will delay the Burmese army for at least two to three days. In the future, it will be a big deal to build another one.
As for the Burmese air force or airborne troops, the Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasties did not pay attention at all.
...
Three o'clock in the morning.
Tang Songyuan took Luo Gang, Lu Qingliu and five personal guards and quietly lurked at the foot of Nantianmen Mountain.
The remaining guards will guard the temporary headquarters, while Yang Zhicheng will convene and lead the militia team to coordinate with the Lagwa Corps' offensive deployment.
This is the commanding heights on the outskirts of Kokang, with several Burmese army garrison positions above.
The side of Nantianmen facing the old street is a cliff with an almost ninety-degree angle, and the back is a winding ridge.
In order to open up a safe airborne area for the Ragwa Corps' army, the Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasties had to clear this stronghold in advance and occupy this strategic location.
A group of eight people slowly climbed up the mountain from the side and rear, but in fact Tang, Song and Yuan had already figured out the location of the garrisoned soldiers.
None of their overt or covert whistles escaped the sight of the eagle under his control.
"Wait a moment!"
Tang Songyuan made a gesture to stop everyone in their tracks.
He whispered: "There is a hidden sentry 200 meters ahead. You guys wait for me for a few minutes. I will pull it out and wait for my signal to come up again."
Luo Gang and the others nodded, looked at his figure leaving quickly, and tightened their grip on the guns in their hands.
His movements were brisk, like a nimble rabbit, covering a long distance in one leap.
During the attack, he had already taken out a dagger, and when he was about fifty meters away from the Burmese army's hidden post, he threw the dagger.
A cold light flashed, and the huge force penetrated directly through the head of the dozing Anshao, without even making a sound, and he hated the northwest.
Buzz buzz...
The mobile phone on Luo Gang's waist vibrated twice, then suddenly stopped.
This was the code they had agreed upon. Luo Gang shouted: "Come on, everyone, follow us!"
As he spoke, he was already the first to rush towards the hillside along the road opened by Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasties.
After Tang, Song and Yuan cleared a hidden sentry again, everyone finally climbed onto the ridge. Not far ahead were several garrison strongholds.
Several people suddenly felt that the sky was high and the sky was vast, and their breathing became a little easier.
But their movements were still very light, and their steps slowed down and they approached quietly.
Outside the outermost stronghold, there was a dim street lamp. A Burmese soldier was leaning on the pole of the street lamp, swatting mosquitoes that bit him from time to time, and cursing in his mouth without knowing what he was talking about.
Huh~!
The same cold light flashed through, and the last sentry post was cleared by Tang, Song and Yuan.
A group of eight people surrounded the four strongholds.
The thirty-nine defenders in the stronghold were sleeping soundly, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Bang bang bang bang bang...
Gunshots sounded, and the battle began.
Like tigers descending from a mountain, the eight men rushed into the stronghold with guns in hand, pouring murderous bullets into it.
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