The last person to die in the hands of Qin Fei from the rebel outflanking force on the right was Shouzi. Since he was already the last man alive, Qin Fei did not kill him immediately, but hugged him from behind and threw him to the ground.
mud, and then put a pistol to the back of his head.
Now, Qin Fei needs information.
Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
"Can you speak English?" Qin Fei asked in English.
Sierra Leone is a former colony of the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets, so English is still relatively widely spoken here.
"Will...will...you...you..." The thin man was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He never thought that a person would suddenly come out from behind.
In his field of vision, he saw one of his men lying not far away. Blood seeped out from his chest and dyed the ground red. He seemed to be out of breath.
"Don't... don't kill me... I'm just following orders..."
The thin man stammered and begged for mercy. Qin Fei pulled the hammer, and the crisp click sound made the thin man lose his mind.
"How many of you are there in total?"
"41..."
"What kind of army are you?"
"Revolutionary Union Front..."
"Why are you chasing these white people?"
"..." The thin man fell silent and seemed to be hesitant.
"Are you going to tell me?" Qin Fei said: "My biggest shortcoming is that I have little patience, especially towards guys I don't like."
The thin man seemed to have something to hide. He was trembling all over, but he still hesitated whether he should say it or not.
Qin Fei was not interested in nagging him anymore. There was no need to waste words when dealing with such soldiers who had not received professional training.
Violence is the simplest way to solve all problems.
Qin Fei put the P228 pistol directly on his shoulder and fired.
The bullet penetrated the shoulder blade and entered the ground.
Before the thin man could scream, Qin Fei held his head down and pressed it directly into the mud. The pain made him open his mouth. The ground was covered with thorns and withered grass. When he opened his mouth, it penetrated directly into his mouth.
He couldn't breathe at all. Within a minute, this guy was almost dead. He was like a pig being pressed on the chopping board and ready for slaughter, kicking his feet as hard as he could.
Qin Fei saw that it was almost done, grabbed his hair that was tied into a braid, and whipped the thin man's head up.
This kind of rebel army has no strict training at all, so the military appearance is naturally messy. Long hair is a taboo on the battlefield, but in order to look cool, many of these guys like to wear these weird whips.
"If you dare to cry out in pain, I will shoot you in the head and I will send you to see God."
As expected, the thin man held back the pain and breathed in cold air.
"Why, have you thought clearly? You have five seconds to make a decision. My time is precious." Qin Fei put the pistol on the thin man's head.
The thin man was really scared to death this time. Qin Fei didn't seem to be the kind of merciful person. Nine of his subordinates were killed by him unknowingly without any trace or sound. He couldn't even tell who Qin Fei was.
Where did it come from? It was like a devil falling from the sky.
"I said, I said, I said..." He nodded desperately, "The person we are chasing is called Julit Mada. He is the leader of the People's Opposition Party and the politician most likely to win the future election. He was in Poland the day before yesterday.
He was holding a campaign speech in Tolu City, and we received orders from our superiors to arrest him. Unexpectedly, he escaped, so we were ordered to hunt him down..."
"Who are those white fighting teams?"
"They are South African mercenaries, members of the Protector Company. It was their team that rescued Juliet, but four of them died. We have been chasing them all the way here..."
Only then did the thin man remember to ask who Qin Fei was.
"You...who are you?"
"Me??" Qin Fei took away the gun from the thin man, stood up, and said coldly: "I'm just a passerby."
After saying that, he raised his gun and shot the thin man in the head, killing him directly.
Everything Somchai said before has made Qin Fei hate these rebels. There is no need to save the lives of such scum, otherwise more civilians will be killed.
Among the weapons collected, Qin Fei actually found an RPG rocket launcher.
In Africa, this kind of Soviet-made weapon is everywhere. It is cheap, easy to operate, and powerful. It is as durable as the AK47, and the price is only $200 a piece on the black market.
Qin Fei wanted to use it to deal with the pickup truck equipped with a 12.7MM heavy machine gun. The existence of this thing was a fatal threat to everyone.
If you are hit by a bullet from such a heavy machine gun, you will definitely die if you hit a vital point. If you miss the bullet, you will definitely be disabled and lose your combat effectiveness.
But now the pickup truck is three hundred meters away, and the trajectory of something like an RPG rocket launcher becomes super weird after it hits a hundred meters away. Being able to hit the target a hundred meters away depends on a bit of luck.
When Qin Fei was wondering if he could also outflank the rebels and catch him off guard, the rebel outflanking team on the left was already in place and launched an attack.
There was no communication between Qin Fei and the South African mercenary group, so he could not warn them in advance. As soon as the gun was fired, he knew that these four people would definitely suffer heavy losses.
Because the outflanking team on the left wing had reached less than 40 meters behind these mercenaries, it would only take less than 10 seconds to launch a sudden attack and rush to the mercenary team's position.
Being caught off guard, two of the four South African mercenaries were sent to deal with the outflanking team behind them. However, due to the haste, the outflanking team consisted of ten people. Although the black rebels' marksmanship was not very good, they just held their guns.
They charged all the way, but the bullets that looked like water still hit a mercenary, and he immediately fell to the ground.
One person was shot and fell, and the rear immediately became the weakest link. One of the two men in charge of the front had to turn around and fight, and then he could barely withstand it.
Soon, the most critical problem emerged. Seeing that their outflanking tactics worked, the rebels who were facing each other began to attack under the command of the commander. Armed pickup trucks equipped with heavy machine guns began to circle from the left, spraying all the way.
The tongue of fire, regardless of whether it hit or not, was fired at the place where the mercenary team was, to completely suppress the fire.
There was only one person on the front, and an automatic rifle could not stop the attack of twenty rebels. He was soon overwhelmed by the opponent's fierce firepower and could only parry, without the ability to fight back.
The South African mercenaries were weak, and the defense line they had established had fallen into a difficult situation, and was soon on the verge of collapse.
If one more person falls, these people will be shot to death by the swarming rebels.
Qin Fei held the handle of the RPG, hunched over, and leaned on the cover of the grass to sneak towards the right wing of the position.