125: This battle scene, is this really not a Call of Duty game?

With forty to fifty rifles pointed at him, Huang Yanbing, though surprised, remained calm. He scanned the people in Anti-War Army uniforms in the villa's main hall, frowned, and asked:

“Who is the highest-ranking officer or official here? Step forward and speak.”

A middle-aged man with a thick, upturned mustache and Hispanic features stepped forward and said, “I am Captain William, the highest commander of the occupying forces here.”

A captain commanding a force of 1,000 men indicated that this occupying force was somewhat unique.

Huang Yanbing said, “I am Platoon Leader So-and-so of So-and-so Platoon from a certain unit of the Army. I have been ordered to be stationed here to strengthen defenses and resist a possible Anti-War Army invasion.”

“Please have your men put down their guns to avoid misunderstandings.”

Captain William sneered.

“I think you are the Anti-War Army.”

Huang Yanbing made a displeased expression: “What do you mean? If you're talking about our uniforms, your sentry post indicated that we had to change into Anti-War Army attire to enter.”

Captain William: “So, you prepared Anti-War Army uniforms in advance, didn't you?”

Uh-oh—

Huang Yanbing realized he had a logical bug. Even if the U.S. Military suddenly dispatched people, there was no need to prepare fake Anti-War Army uniforms in advance. On the contrary, it would be more reasonable to directly request them from the occupying forces upon arrival, as they likely had spares. Even without spares, performing support missions in regular clothes was not impossible.

But Huang Yanbing remained composed and stated, “These clothes were indeed distributed before the mission.”

Captain William sneered, “Captured clothes that fit each of you so well… Tell me the truth. When it comes to infiltrating enemy-occupied territory, impersonating locals, or impersonating enemy soldiers, I, and the men I brought, are far more experienced than you.”

“Young Anti-War Army brothers, you've had too few covert missions. Now I can give you a chance: put down your equipment, surrender, state your true positions in the Anti-War Army, and your purpose for infiltrating. I will treat you with the courtesies of a prisoner.”

Huang Yanbing sighed and ordered, “Everyone, put down your guns.”

The American military was clearly prepared. They abruptly appeared from behind tables, sofas, doors, and on the second-floor corridor, aiming their guns at them, gaining a positional advantage and a first-strike advantage.

If his side made any attacking move, they would immediately be focused on. The American military in the villa also outnumbered his men.

Led by Huang Yanbing, the entire 3rd Platoon reluctantly took their rifles off their bodies, looking as if they were about to place them on the ground.

But Huang Yanbing suddenly shouted, “Move—”

Immediately, the thirty-eight men acted as if they had rehearsed it, moving in an instant.

The entire 3rd Platoon took various actions, leaving their original positions to avoid being hit instantly.

Originally, the occupying forces had the positional advantage.

But Huang Yanbing's group moved too quickly and too cohesively. Captain William's men were ultimately a split second late in opening fire.

Being a split second late wasn't much, but a special factor emerged in this battle.

While Huang Yanbing's entire 3rd Platoon was moving, the 8 large men stood still. They naturally became the priority targets for Captain William and his men, as these 8 large men were too conspicuous; their size was almost enough to serve as cover.

To Captain William's surprise, after all the bullets struck the large men, they remained unmoving. Not only that, but in the next moment, the large men charged towards the nearby American military who were firing.

And what surprised them even more was Huang Yanbing's new order:

“3rd Platoon, disengage from combat.”

Huang Yanbing and his men completely disregarded the current battle, retreating while firing defensively, and quickly exited through the main entrance, leaving the combat mission entirely to the 8 large men.

In the not-so-long three minutes that followed, various sounds echoed from the large villa.

Gunshots, shouts, curses, explosions—and finally, silence.

Huang Yanbing beckoned, and everyone re-entered the villa, witnessing an extremely tragic scene.

The once luxurious European-style hall was now in disarray, furniture and decorations scattered everywhere, the chandelier overhead had fallen, and bullet holes, casings, and debris were everywhere. Some areas even showed craters from grenade explosions.

Various human corpses lay sprawled on the ground.

Captain William's death was particularly gruesome.

He was struck squarely in the chest with a punch, completely caving in, and his entire body was propelled backward into a wall, blood and brain matter splattering a good portion of the wall.

On his face was boundless disbelief and fear, his dilated pupils empty and hollow.

Huang Yanbing's men checked. All the American military, upstairs and downstairs, inside and outside every room, had been dealt with.

The 8 large men who had eliminated all the American military stood still as if powered down, at the exact spots where the battle ended. Their clothes were tattered from bullet and explosion damage, and some skin was broken, revealing glimpses of their internal metallic skeletons.

Huang Yanbing clicked his tongue.

If it had been his 3rd Platoon fighting in such a confined space, where the American military had set up a pocket formation, he wasn't sure if they could win. Even if they did, the casualties would be severe.

But these 8 large men seemed to have only undergone a "war-zone massage," suffering only superficial damage.

The commotion from the battle here was not small and would soon attract U.S. Military soldiers deployed elsewhere in the town to investigate, so they couldn't stay for long.

Huang Yanbing ordered the injured to remain behind, while he, the rest of his men, and the 8 large men, roughly three men paired with one large man, began the next phase of their operation.

Only forty to fifty American military had been eliminated in this villa, but the entire occupying force in Alice Springs numbered a thousand. Their combat mission was still very heavy.