Soon the bells in the town rang, and Mahdi's militiamen gathered from all over. The number far exceeded the five hundred people the great elder had previously thought. Mahdi looked at the dark crowd below, there were a thousand
The crowd was satisfied and ordered to set off.
He was sitting in an open jeep, with more than thirty pickup trucks in front and behind him. These pickup trucks were all dilapidated second-hand cars. You can't afford new cars in Africa. They were all scrapped cars, or better still.
Second-hand car.
The car repairmen here are all great. Even if the chassis is broken, they dare to re-weld it and continue to use it. As a result, the weight of the two steel beams is different. This situation is common in poor third world countries. From India, Pakistan to
In Southeast Asia and Africa, many poor countries are like this.
The car repair shops here dismantle the usable parts of scrapped cars and assemble them. The unusable parts are also repaired as much as possible.
These tattered pickup trucks all have machine guns mounted on them. They are usually heavy machine guns of a caliber. The types are quite diverse, and most of them are Soviet type.
With thousands of armed men and more than 30 pickup trucks, the Mahdi is considered a considerable force in Lower Juba State. After all, this country has a small population, with a total population of only 15 million. Most of this southernmost state is
It has a desert climate and a population of less than half a million.
He was tall and fat, with a dark face and a beard. His arm was resting on the car window with a cigar between his fingers. He had to destroy the tribe. He didn't want to see that because someone resisted him, he inspired others.
He had only one way to deal with such untamed tribes. That was to attack them, kill those who resisted, and seize their livestock and property.
Yin Zak, who was herding sheep, saw a group of pickup trucks slowly approaching in the desert in the distance, followed by many people. Dust was rising all over the sky.
He was so frightened that he hurriedly chased the sheep away, "Chirp! Chirp!" he roared while driving the sheep back.
"The enemy is coming, there are many people, the enemy is coming." He started shouting as he entered the village.
Suddenly, there was a chaos.
Ali also saw it from the mountain. He put down his telescope and said: "No one is allowed to open fire without my order. Don't lead them here."
Those warlords didn't know that they were hiding here. If they didn't shoot, they wouldn't know.
This is not Ali's war, it is just a war between warlords and tribes. Ali is not interested in their victory or defeat. He is only interested in what he can gain through this war.
With the shouting, everyone in the tribe ran out with guns. Each family formed a group and hid behind the house to prepare to attack the bandits.
Now, only 500 young and middle-aged people are left here, and the other people and livestock have been sent away. They have no worries. It doesn't matter if the village is destroyed, they can build a new one.
The great elder shouted: "Don't fire yet, wait until they get close to 300 meters."
Because Ali clearly told them that the AK74 rifle is a small-caliber rifle with an effective range of only three hundred meters. If it is too far away and cannot hit, it is just a waste of ammunition.
However, Mahdi's men did not follow their wishes. The pickup truck stopped a thousand meters away. More than thirty heavy machine guns turned around and aimed at the village.
Because the village is on the north side of the Dada River. It is a semicircle.
Pickup trucks also surrounded the village in a semicircle. A large number of black soldiers carrying AK47s, dressed in ragged clothes, even shirtless, surrounded the village from far away.
Ali clearly saw that there were many soldiers in the river, separating himself from the village.
At this time, the tribesmen had no choice but to escape.
Because the baobab trees on the hill were very dense, the people hiding on the mountain were not discovered by the hundreds of people in the river.
After finishing the arrangements, Mahdi asked a person to hold an electric horn and go to the front of the village to shout.
"Attention people inside, your people killed five of our soldiers and blew up one of our pickup trucks. Now it's not something that ten thousand donkeys can solve. You must hand over the murderer. At the same time, hand over half of your property.
Give us as compensation so that this matter can be settled."
"Colonel Mahdi, I'll give you ten minutes to think about it. In ten minutes, won't you..."
Bang! A gunshot.
The soldier's head was smashed. He fell straight down.
Leader Hisoka put down the old-fashioned hydraulic bolt-action rifle in his hand, spat and cursed: "You villains, don't even think about deceiving us. Even if we surrender, the devil Mahdi will not spare us."
Mahdi's face was ashen. This was the second time these people hit him in the face today.
"Open fire with the heavy machine gun and level this village to the ground." Mahdi threw the cigar on the ground and stamped it out with his leather shoe.
The heavy machine gun opened fire immediately. The long bullet belt was fed, and the heavy machine gun sprayed out a long flame. The low sound shook the eardrums. The bullet casings fell like raindrops.
8mm is a heavy machine gun and anti-materiel rifle bullet used by the Soviet Union, Russia, China and other countries. It can penetrate approximately 25mm of armor in one shot. The effective range is 1,500 meters.
There is no need for Mahdi to send troops to attack this tribe. He can use his own soldiers to shoot at them. This will cause a lot of casualties. Now Mahdi only needs to shoot them with heavy machine guns.
The terrain here is flat sand, with no stones or trees to block bullets. Those buildings made of vines and made of mud on the lake are no different from those in Paper Lake under heavy machine gun fire.
Suddenly, houses collapsed in the village, and wood chips flew into the air.
The bullet hit the wooden pillar, and the pillar as thick as a bowl broke directly. When it hit the wall, it directly blew a huge hole. The power of armor-piercing incendiary bombs, tracer bullets, and combined bullet chains was terrifying.
The person hiding behind the house was hit by bullets that penetrated the multiple walls without any hindrance. The human body hit by the heavy machine gun exploded into a ball of blood mist and turned into minced meat on the ground.
If a 12.7 mm bullet hits the waist, it will break the person into two pieces. If it hits the limbs, it will basically shatter. If it hits the torso, the upper body will be torn into pieces.
The people in the tribe began to fight back crazily with AK74s.
However, this is of no use. At a distance of one thousand meters, the small-caliber AK74 has no chance of hitting the target. The bullet falls to the ground before it can fly.
Even rifles like the ak47 that use 7.62x39mm bullets are useless, and the effective range will not exceed 400 meters.
The great elder lay on the ground and saw with his own eyes that a soldier of his family was cut in two by a bullet that penetrated the house. Blood spurted all over the ground. His eyes widened, and he knew Ali's suggestion at this time.
That's right, you can't fight these enemies without heavy weapons.
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