The fat general Estrada looked down at the map in an outfit. To be honest, he really didn't understand such professional military maps. If he changed to a tourist map, he might be able to see it better.

He knew best how he was the general's position. He had never been to a military academy for one day. He was born in a wealthy family in Manila, the capital. He was a standard playboy. He had always known to take a group of bodyguards out to act like a blessing all day long. He was then severely taught by his parents and was thrown into a farm of his family as a leisurely farm director. He originally thought that his life had just passed like this, but he didn't expect that things would turn around. Joseph, the brother who had the best relationship with him when he was a child, suddenly became president. With the idea of ​​fighting the tiger brother, his brother transferred him to the army to help him watch the turbulence in the army. After all, it is normal for a military coup to take place in Southeast Asia.

Estrada, who had been crazy young, also knew himself. In the army, he was just a brother's ears and ears, and never asked about specific matters. This time, when the US government asked for help, his brother sent him over with a clue. The President also understood that no matter what kind of commander the Philippines sent, the American troops were commanded by the Americans. Therefore, Estrada was just here to gilt, and the predecessor's brother's instructions were still lingering in his ears: "In the United States, everything is listened to Americans. You can do whatever they say. Don't have any questions or refuse. It's okay if these troops are all dead. The Americans promised that I will be re-elected for at least three terms. You just need to make sure you come back alive."

Thinking of this, Mr. General pretended to have finished reading the entire map, raised his head and clicked, and said to Colonel Johnson, "Mr. Col., please give the order, we guarantee to complete the task."

Johnson nodded with satisfaction. Although the quality of the Philippine soldiers was not very good, the officers leading the team were still very cognizant. He pointed to the map and said, "Genius General, I suggest sending you three most powerful regiments to detour from the south bank of the Sarado River in the south to reach the Nanshan Mountains, build positions here to threaten the enemy's flanks, and then send a reconnaissance force to find out the enemy's movements. From the eastern end of South Shandong, it is the location of Phoenix Zoo and Botanical Garden. There are plenty of woods and water nets for your troops to hide. If possible, I hope you can move there, wedge a nail on the back of the enemy's side and back, and there is a large open space there, and I can send the Air Force to give you strong support."

General Estrada touched his chin and thought for a while. To be honest, he had almost no impression of any of these place names. Although he had just finished reading the map, it didn't matter. At least he knew that he didn't have to come to the scene in person, so he just sent some big-headed soldiers. No problem, "Okay, Colonel Johnson, this is no problem. My soldiers will complete the task successfully. However, given that our people are not very familiar with the surrounding geographical environment, I still hope that your army will command this battle."

"This is certain, thank you very much for your cooperation." Johnson shook hands with the fat general happily, and immediately began to select the commander in the team and assign tasks. General Estrada also went down to select the appropriate troops.

The participating troops were quickly selected, which was not difficult, because in fact, these troops were all the same, they were all bad, and it didn't matter which one was stronger and which one was weak. However, the general deliberately chose those troops with strong desire to fight, especially those who participated in the battle last night. After all, they had some psychological advantages against the demons. In the afternoon, the US military officers sent by Colonel Johnson were also in place. After a brief introduction, they went down to the regiment headquarters to become familiar with the combat effectiveness of the troops they were going to command.

After a night of renovation, the next morning, the three regiments of Philippine soldiers gathered from the defense line and headed south along the Aguafria River. Relatively speaking, the US military officers were not very confident. After a night of familiarity, they finally realized what kind of people they were carrying.

A regiment of 1,500 people attacked a bandit camp without any natural dangers. After a day of fierce fighting, 12 bandits were killed and injured. The rest fled because of exhaustion of bullets. After interrogation, they found that there were only 50 bandits in the camp. In this way, the regiment paid the price of 4 deaths and 20 injuries. After learning about this brilliant victory, the US military officers were stunned. How did such troops repel the fierce demon army? I guess those bandits would have ammunition.

It's enough, who won the end, right? They really wanted to ask Colonel Johnson, the person involved, what happened to the Phoenix victory in the news. Johnson blamed this. He had never had the nerve to tell the truth about the battle. Even in the face of the front, except for the five sheep-headed demons killed on the spot, they actually did not get any other results, because our Colonel has always regarded this as a shame, so he was ashamed to mention it.

With the mood of sacrificing one's life for justice, these US military officers embarked on the journey. Fortunately, in addition to non-combat reductions such as spraining ankle and accidentally biting by a rattlesnake, the entire army successfully arrived at the Phoenix South Mountain. As for the fact that it was three hours late due to the quality of the Philippine army, they chose to ignore it. It would be good to be able to survive and no more could be asked.

Several commanders arranged for soldiers to start building defense lines and climbed to the top of the mountain, and began to observe the city of Phoenix below with telescopes. Except for the rolling smoke from gas stations or cars, there was no sign of life. However, the Americans were not careless. It was the same before. No matter how excellent special forces they sent, they would eventually die like the entire city. From the last voices of these troops, they only knew that the demons seemed to have rushed out from all directions and killed all of them in an instant.

"How about it, can we achieve the set goal?" a captain asked worriedly. The quiet city made people feel chilling, and after learning about the real situation of the troops he commanded, this feeling became even stronger.

The major who led the team lowered the telescope. After seeing the Philippine soldiers on the hillside without supervision, he immediately shook his head and said, "No matter what, we have to try it. Are we here to visit? But don't worry, the colonel chose all the empty battlefields for us, which can maximize our air power. I think it will be of some help."

In fact, if it weren't for the Hell Pass of Azazler that happened to appear in the Phoenix city, and the place with an air force base would be the least likely to be captured. Unfortunately, the facts often develop with people's will. On the contrary, due to the restraint of the refugee wave, this place was the first city to be captured. Now these US military officers only hope that their air force can really perform as they imagined, otherwise, they would have to sacrifice themselves for their country.
Chapter completed!