On the battlefield with the rumbling sound of cannons, shrapnel and thick smoke were everywhere. The earth was trembling and the buildings were collapsing. The messy low-level officer was screaming, trying to summon the mobs under his command, but the soldiers often ran around like stupid pigs under heavy artillery attacks.

Marshall from "Incree" and his subordinates worked hard to maintain the situation on the battlefield. He first rushed to the artillery position in the refinery defense circle, but found that it had been plowed by heavy artillery here early. More than 20 large-caliber heavy artillery were blown over halfway, and the artillery on the position either fled or hid in a corner and shivered.

The constantly falling shells even hit the ammunition accumulation point a hundred meters away. A shocking explosion shocked Marshall on the spot, causing him to fall into the ruins.

When the leader of the consulting group got up again, he saw that more than half of the supervisors who followed him were dead. He was also dizzy, his ears were buzzing, his mouth was covered in blood, and he couldn't stand steadily. "This is not right. The guns of the Aurora Legion were shot too accurately. There might be their artillery observation posts around, or they sent an insider in."

Marshall first ruled out the possibility of artillery observation posts, and if it were an insider, he had no way to find it. However, when the damage to the shells was summarized, he immediately found that although the refinery was bombed, the important production facilities were not damaged, and the bombings were all at the corners.

"Bastard, I thought the people of the Aurora Legion didn't want this refinery." Marshall cursed hatefully, "As long as Victor Hugo still wants this refinery, I have a way to make the Aurora Legion suffer a big loss."

The battlefield is now in a mess, and the officers cannot find the soldiers, and the soldiers are running around. However, the shelling stopped after lasting about forty minutes. Marshall quickly ordered his men to restore their positions, and at the same time he ran to the refinery.

The entire refinery is a large number of oil storage tanks, steel brackets and high-pressure pipelines. These important facilities have been placed in large quantities and are controlled by Commander George of the "Incredible" advisory group.

That's right, Commander George, who lost his fleet, can only go ashore with his alive sailors to fight. When Commander Marshall found his colleague, Commander George was sitting in the detonation command room with a sinister face.

There were several tables inside, several wireless detonators were placed on the table, and more than a dozen surveillance screens were arranged one by one. It was just because of the shelling that there were no images coming from several surveillance screens.

The smoke and dust caused by the shelling caused a thick layer of dust to fall on the table, and the room seemed a little messy. Commander George saw Marshall coming in and asked quickly: "Has the front outside been broken?"

Without too much greeting, Marshall, dressed in military uniform, patted the dust on his body and said in a deep voice: "The outer position is fine, the Aurora Legion did not launch an attack. But the heavy artillery group at the sea poses a great threat to us. But I think the enemy will still find a way to raid the refinery.

Judging from the current shelling situation, the enemy must have installed internal forces into us. They may already know the situation we are in the refinery, and you are where they will inevitably launch special attacks."

Commander George was silent for a moment and said, "If there were any in-depth support, it was probably the merchants who brought us supplies. The Aurora Legion could sneak in through their channels."

"Businessman? Haven't we driven them all away?" Marshall asked in surprise.

"The smugglers know us well, who can achieve their goals by bribery, and where we are weak. Now that the shelling has stopped, I bet they are likely to be ashore somewhere." George himself often deals with the smugglers, knowing the secrets.

"Then we can set an ambush in turn." Marshall's eyes shone brightly. "Victor Hugo likes to engage in such a secret infiltrating raid. If we can catch him, we can delay at least for a while, or even win without a fight."

George nodded slightly and said, "I'll check it out and see who is not on the post or has any abnormal movements now? Maybe I can know where the enemy comes from."

Marshall also responded excitedly: "I'll go and transfer more people. As long as the people from the 'Aurora Legion' really appear, they will definitely be surprised!"

At the same time, Caterina and a dozen commandos were rushing towards Havana Harbour on a rubber boat. The powerful motor pushed the rubber boat to speed up on the sea. In addition to the commandos with a firm face, there were also smuggling merchant Kema who was tightly clutching the ropes tied inside the boat.

The smuggler who failed to invest has shrunk significantly. In order to maintain his wealth, he took the risk to serve as the inner support of the "Aurora Legion". With his usual relationships accumulated within the Diago power, Zhou Qingfeng easily figured out the Havana defense circle arranged by Marshall. Now, as a guide, he guided Caterina to sneak into the Havana refinery.

Due to the shelling, the entire Havana defense circle was broken. After Catalina landed, she saw a killing field full of smoke and bomb craters. The commando were all veterans selected by the young girl himself, and their combat effectiveness was the best in the legion. They hugged their waists and moved quickly on the battlefield quietly and quickly.

"We have now passed the outer defensive position. There is a front line company command center in front, the anti-aircraft artillery position on the left and the heavy artillery position on the back of the right. However, these distances are a bit far away." Kema is now taking risks with his life, and repeating the situation he knows in detail.

Katerina has a map drawn by Koma in advance. After confirming that she had not walked in the wrong place, the commando began to sneak through the ruins. After all, this is already the core key area of ​​the enemy. Even if the opponent fights against Wushao again, you must be careful.

Special operations are extremely risky. Americans are in Afghanistan, Russians are in Syria, and French are in Libya. All kinds of secret operations are often miserable by local natives, and even suffered repeated casualties. No matter how strong Katerina is, she will only have a dozen people. If she is blocked by her opponent's superior forces, her fate will be worrying.

While the young girl was acting cautiously, Zhou Qingfeng smiled at the butcher on the bridge of the steam warship and said, "I'm very worried about Katerina's actions. I'm afraid I have to leave for a while, and the matter here can only be left to you."

The butcher also grinned and said happily: "I bet with Minsk, and I have been guessing when you will catch up with me? I bet you will find an excuse to run away within ten minutes. Who knew you had delayed it for fifteen minutes. Okay, get out of here."

"I'm sorry for letting you lose the bet. I'll be as fast as possible next time." Zhou Qingfeng also laughed and said happily. He dragged out his combat backpack that he had prepared long ago, jumped onto a motorboat, and chased the fierce girl with the inseparable "dog meat" from him.
Chapter completed!