Ikoan, an officer of the People's Liberation Opposition Armed Forces, leaned against the hood of an old jeep and watched his men busy in the middle of the road.
Tonight is destined to be an uneventful night.
Machar, the commander of the largest armed opposition branch in Upper Nile state, was shot dead outside a hospital in Doro, and the entire rebel force was mobilized.
Ikoan was full of resentment at being woken up from bed in the middle of the night. He climbed down from the round and plump ass of his female companion, put on a smelly military uniform, and then led his men in the direction of Doro.
Set off.
According to intelligence, there were two squads of enemies in Nile State on the infiltration route. One of the sniper squads killed Martial who appeared at Doro Hospital, and another squad sneaked into the hospital east of Doro.
In the town of Wagga, Marshall's largest arms and ammunition depot was blown up.
This is a typical special team penetration combat mode, assassination, and raid.
As a result, the entire opposition armed forces panicked overnight, and many senior officials believed that this was a sign that the government forces would launch a general offensive on their own territory.
Ikoan was quite dissatisfied with this.
He is not yet a professional soldier. A few years ago, he was just a tribal militiaman responsible for protecting the security of his tribe.
War has become a daily occurrence in South Sudan.
Ikoan has long been tired of and numb to this kind of life. Either you kill others, or others kill you. People in chaos live like ants.
But Numbtongue, Numbtongue, at least still has to obey orders.
Ikoan was very unlucky. The motorcade he led actually broke down halfway. When he got out of the car, he saw that the left front wheel, which had long been smoother than a bald man's head, had been damaged.
"Can you pigs hurry up!"
Ikoan looked at the gold watch on his wrist. He took it off from the hand of a government officer who died on the battlefield. He didn't know the brand.
It was already very late. According to previous orders, he must arrive at the Doro area before three in the morning, join the troops there, and then launch a search.
It's already half past two and time is very tight.
If he was late, his dark and fat superior would probably poke his nose with his finger and yell at him for being a stupid pig or other nonsense.
"It takes so long to change a tire! Are you all just freeloaders!?"
Several of his new recruits have just been recruited. For a veteran like Ikoan, these recruits are simply targets and cannon fodder, and they often don't survive more than a month.
In the battle with the government forces a few days ago, three of Ikoan's men died.
Although he repeatedly reminded the recruits not to rush forward carelessly, to look for cover, and to pay attention to covering fire, there were still idiots holding AK47s as if they were possessed by gods, charging and sweeping at the same time.
As a result, one-third of these newly recruited soldiers were lost in one battle.
Just as Ikoan was getting angry at the slow repair speed of his men, a bright light came from the distance of the highway.
This made the few recruits who were standing in the middle of the road changing forums so scared that they all hid behind the pickup truck.
"What are you afraid of! Are you all pussies? This is one of our own!"
Ecoan was convinced, and received intelligence that the team infiltrating the Doro area only had two people, both of whom were mercenaries such as snipers, and had already fled into the jungle.
Main road?
They are stupid to choose to take the road.
Pickup truck?
There is no way they would drive a pickup truck to Doro and kill Martial.
Ikoian felt proud of his military experience and even had a spontaneous sense of superiority.
He stood on the roadside with a cigarette in his mouth, calmly looking at the pickup truck driving towards him.
"Hey! Brothers, which tribe do you belong to?" He greeted warmly and waved to the two "rebels" in the pickup truck that had slowed down and was passing him. "Are you going to the north? The border.
?”
There were two "black men" sitting in the car. The man in the passenger seat lowered his head, while the man in the driver's seat raised his hand and shook it, as if in response.
The man had a military green scarf wrapped around half of his face, a red strip of cloth tied around his head, and a large camouflage gown covering his body. The shoulder of the camouflage uniform had epaulettes hanging on it. He looked like a lieutenant, with a higher military rank than himself.
big.
In fact, this kind of dressing up is not strange. After all, the camouflage uniform can be seen at a glance. Moreover, driving on this kind of broken road is full of yellow dust. Many drivers will choose to cover their mouth and nose with a towel or cloth.
It's just that this guy's scarf looks more beautiful.
Ecoan's car blocked the dirt road, which was not wide, and subsequent vehicles could only slowly go around it.
This made Iko'an a little embarrassed. He waved his hands and yelled at his men: "Get out of the way, you are clumsy like a piece of wood. Are you a dead person? Don't you know how to move to the side?"
Several rebel recruits hurriedly dodged towards the roadside, and the car slowly drove past. The lieutenant driver stretched out his hand again and waved to Ikoan. It could be seen from his eyes that the lieutenant was smiling at him.
After the car disappeared at the end of the road, Ikoan continued to urge his men to change the tires.
Returning to the jeep, he lit another cigarette.
Squirted twice.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through my mind.
He seemed to sense something was wrong.
"Well……"
He stretched out his fingers and picked at his chin a few times, thinking again and again.
What's wrong?!
like……
There was something wrong with the people in that car just now...
However, Ikoan couldn't think of anything wrong for a moment.
Clothes? Demeanor? Expression? Action?
still……
Military rank!
That’s right!
It's a military rank!
The driver had the rank of lieutenant, but the other man on the passenger seat next to him had the rank of soldier!
Farke!
That’s right!
How can a lieutenant drive a car and a soldier ride a car?
At least in South Sudan's opposition forces, this is the first time Ikoian has seen this situation. In this country, the concept of hierarchy is extremely clear, especially in the military.
The situation just now will never happen, just like I won't go up and change the tire myself and let the new recruits smoke and watch a show on the roadside.
There is definitely a problem!
Doubt is like ink dripping on rice paper, it disappears in an instant!
Ikoan turned back to the door of the jeep, picked up the intercom on the dashboard, and started calling his superiors.
"Second Lieutenant Ikoian of the Upper Nile State Armed Forces called the headquarters and reported that a pickup truck appeared on the road from Doro to Beji. He suspected that the two people in the car were intruders."
There were a few rustling noises coming from the intercom.
"Ekoan, are you sure what you saw?"
"Sure! I suspect they are mercenary intruders."
"In what direction did they go?"
"Beggy."
"You should immediately catch up and confirm. If it is an intruder, intercept it and we will send people to support you."