The swordsman usually takes out a jar of wine from a tank by magic. This is homemade local wine. Although it doesn’t taste good, it has a low degree. It is something that ordinary people here prefer.

Everyone sat in a ball and started drinking quickly. The soldiers looked around and did not need to be on guard against each other at this time, just be careful not to let their superiors catch them.

The division command post, the division commander frowned and looked at the map. He was a famous general of the Burmese army. Although he was only a division commander, he had a high prestige in the army.

He had commanded the army to fight against neighboring countries several times, but never lost. This time it was his first time fighting with the Kokang Army, and this result made him very dissatisfied.

He is a famous general and his troops are elite. He has not taken advantage of even a group of natives, which is undoubtedly a shame for him.

He was observing the terrain, trying to find a way, going straight to the old street, and completely rubbing the Kokang people under his feet.

I just observed for a long time, but there was no such thing as this official road. It was still very narrow. The key is to climb a mountain.

After thinking for a long time, he picked up the microphone and reported the situation to his superiors. He wanted to seek helicopter support.

Although helicopters are dangerous to fight on this terrain, they can at least cooperate with ground forces to operate.

Moreover, he can clearly see the enemy's form at high altitude, so that he can make a clear judgment.

However, the above obviously did not want to agree to his request, and finally roared with him.

"Did you get a fucked up with your brain? Do you know how much a helicopter cost? You want it if you want it, can you afford to pay if something happens?"

The commander was not afraid: "It's just for war, otherwise you can put it as a painting at home? Or you can just put it in the museum as a cultural relic!"

The boss was speechless by him. After arguing for a while, he finally decided to send two planes to support them tomorrow morning.

The division commander had already thought about it and pushed the scrap tank into the ditch tomorrow. In fact, he didn't care how deep the trench was. As long as the soldiers could go up and they could dig, they could fill it themselves.
Chapter completed!