"These black people probably don't have the guts to come here!" Lao Fu looked around and found that no black people were peeking. He found a tree and slowly sat down. He said so much, but he didn't know if Yu Yang could listen.
Go in.
I don’t know if he likes to nag because he’s old or something, but Lao Fu once told Liu Hao, but Liu Hao didn’t listen. He was still drunk and dreaming every day. I hope Yu Yang can listen.
Yu Yang sat not far from Lao Fu, lowering his head and thinking. He was indeed a little drifting. He was very arrogant during this period. If Lao Fu hadn't saved his life just now, he might have returned to his hometown.
The scenes that happened to him during this period of time flashed through Yu Yang's mind, whether it was during the mission or in reality. It was so smooth that it swelled to the point of being arrogant without even realizing it. If it weren't for Lao Fu
Reminder, you may just...
Time passed little by little, and Yu Yang kept recalling the past in his mind. His eyes slowly changed, and finally he slowly stood up and looked at Lao Fu: "They are here, let's go!" After that,
After that, he turned his head and looked behind him. Dozens of black people ran near the battlefield: "Instructor, we are here!"
The black man had a nervous look on his face, holding his weapon and bending over, as if he was very frightened when the Japanese invaded the village and was attacked by the Eighth Route Army. He moved over little by little, his eyes darting around, observing the surroundings, fearing the grass around them.
Three big men jumped out and shouted: "Demacia!"
"Okay, we have beaten them all away! Clean the battlefield, leave four people behind, and pay attention to the surrounding situation. If the enemy on the opposite side attacks, use this signal bomb immediately. Do you understand?"
After Yu Yang finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the retreat direction of the M23 militants in the distance. Yu Yang already had a bad premonition in his heart. Maybe this time it would not be easy, and there might be a fierce battle waiting for him today.
"Maybe I'm overthinking, what kind of fighting power can these black people have?" Yu Yang said to himself, but then he slapped himself: "Black people are still people with guns even if they don't have fighting power!"
Behind Lao Fu, the two people slowly exited the grove. The dozens of black people sent over looked at the corpses on the ground and looked at each other: "Are these people killed by our instructors? God, they are so powerful, these two
One person killed more than forty people, how did they do it?" The black man in the lead swallowed his saliva and looked at the corpses on the ground with a look of disbelief on his face.
In the eyes of black people, killing someone with a gun is easy but also very difficult. Killing someone at close range is very simple. Just shoot with a gun. Once the person is more than 20 meters away, it is very difficult for black people to kill someone with a gun.
Well, after all, the range of Faith Shot is only a few meters effective.
"Clean it up. There are a lot of weapons here. If we pick them up, they should be ours. The enemy will come up again later!" After the black man finished speaking, he started picking up the weapons very quickly. Compared to the time it took them to walk here,
, it took less than half the time to run back, even faster than Yu Yang and Lao Fu.
"What's going on? M23 militants are coming? Have you sent out some sentries?" Yu Yang grabbed the leader and asked curiously. He had never seen these black people running so fast.
Much faster than during training.
After being pulled by Yu Yang, the group leader who took the lead remembered Yu Yang's instructions and touched his head awkwardly: "Instructor, the people from M23 are not here. We are retreating. Sorry, instructor, I forgot. You guys
The four of you go and hide where you were. If the enemy attacks again, you will send a signal, do you hear me?" After the officer finished speaking, he looked at Yu Yang, fearing that his instructor would be angry.
Yu Yang reluctantly let go of him. The retreat speed of these black men was much faster than their attack speed. There was nothing they could do. Their escape talent was fully charged, so they couldn't run fast even if they wanted to.
Yu Yang and Lao Fu retreated back to the city. Hei had already gathered at the agreed place. Yu Yang glanced around and found that some people seemed to be missing.
"Is there anyone else?" Yu Yang nodded. There were at least ten people missing, and his expression immediately turned bad. Damn these black people, they won and ran away with several people. I don't know what these black people were thinking.
"Instructors, they, they..."
Yu Yang waved his hand: "Forget it, just run away. You all remember their names. Give them to me after the battle. They are dead. I say it again. Run away. Maybe you run away now, but
You all have military status. After the battle, I will give the list of escapees to your commander. I think you should know the consequences!"
After Yu Yang finished speaking, he began to check his ammunition. This Hadman was somewhat conscientious and sent two basic ammunition. He had used four magazines just now and there were still many more. A low-intensity battle still had
Be able to persevere.
Ten kilometers away from Bukavu, a convoy was advancing rapidly, led by two Humvees, and five white men in one car. They were sitting in the car smoking cigarettes and drinking wine, and laughing loudly from time to time.
"Boss, is it too much for us to fight Bukavu? If the peacekeeping forces find out, we...!" After a white soldier finished speaking, he looked at his captain with some worry. After the emergence of the international anti-mercenary law,
, all large mercenary groups have successfully transformed into military contractors, and only some freelance mercenaries or small mercenary groups are active.
The living space of these small mercenary groups in Africa is getting smaller and smaller. They are like rats crossing the street. They can only move around in a small area and take on tasks in war-torn areas. They generally cannot do tasks in sovereign countries like Congo.
Dare to come.
The leader of the Angel mercenary team is nicknamed Dukao, and he uses a fake name. The name of any mercenary is also a fake name.
He was born in Russia and participated in the Second Chechen War. However, after retiring from the army, he committed a serious crime in Russia and fled to Africa. Large military contractors have strict recruitment standards. His status as an internationally wanted criminal cannot be admitted at all.
, I could only form this angel mercenary group to hang out.
"Hamster, you are still as timid as ever. Don't worry. We don't need to take action this time. The current defenders of Bukavu are only a few hundred people. We have more than a thousand people here. We can take it down with just one charge.
We don’t have to show up. In just one week, our mission will be completed. Three million US dollars in diamonds will be enough for us to live happily for a while. Don’t worry!”
After Dukao finished speaking, he lit a cigar for himself and began to think about how he should spend the money after it was over.
