The m16 was shattered due to the force of the collision the moment it was inserted into the wheel. However, the tires of the jeep were not much better. After running for a few laps with gun fragments, the tires burst due to overload.
Immediately, the jeep lost its balance and drove towards the left side of the road. Uncle Hei in the car immediately jumped out of the car when he saw that the situation was not good. As soon as the two fastest runners got off the car, they were hit by the escorting jeep and flew away. The two unlucky ones followed the car and ran wildly. Then they hit something. The car flew up high and then fell heavily. The people in the car were thrown far away.
A black uncle with a broken leg was lying on the ground groaning in pain. He tried to ask for help, but when he raised his head, what came to him was a forty-yard boot.
"See if there are any alive, capture them, remember to hit the dead ones!"
The driver on the escort jeep vigilantly checked Uncle Hei, who was still alive or dead on the ground, and gave instructions to his companions.
Soon they found another uncle Hei who was not dead. He must be the driver. When the car overturned, the guy fell onto a meadow. His head was bruised and bleeding, but there were no obvious injuries. As for the remaining ones, Each one had his neck broken or was crushed to pieces by a truck.
The two wounded men were handcuffed, then tied into rice dumplings and thrown into the truck at the rear of the convoy. Then the convoy set off again, and after the convoy left, Belgian mercenaries also arrived at the scene.
"Our car overturned and people died. The other party is probably anxious!"
"What we want is to make them anxious and destroy that batch of equipment. BHP will not be able to start work again within a year. Send a message to Osaba to get his people ready. We are not training him to make him The one who is the king of the mountain!"
Sitting on the jeep was a man who was 1.9 meters tall. He wore a red beret and had a long scar on his face. He was constantly giving orders to the mercenaries around him.
He is Eke, the big financier behind the black mercenaries. Even during the colonial period, he was already active in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, but at that time they were responsible for suppressing the uprising of the black uncles. In order to deter those disobedient people, he and his His men have all mastered the skinning technique. When they catch a resister, instead of shooting them, they peel off their skin and pour gasoline on them to burn them alive.
After the independence of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, the Belgian government simply retired all the colonial troops who burned, killed and looted in the colonies for the motherland. Eck, who was addicted to killing, was not willing to return to Europe at all, so he summoned his former subordinates and turned them into mercenaries. , and was recruited by United Mining.
In the past, Ek and his men ruined the yet-to-be-started red trend in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, but now, he has set his sights on the shadow company that challenged him. This has nothing to do with personal grudges, just because in this industry, there can only be A leading boss!
And Osaba, whom Eck is talking about, is the boss of the black mercenaries. After all, the number of French-Belgian mercenaries is limited, especially in recent years, the number of people willing to work as mercenaries has been decreasing. They can only choose local people to supplement them, Uncle Black. They are not only qualified cannon fodder, but also their gloves. After all, this place is full of black people. How do you know what force the black person who beats you belongs to?
In order to satisfy the father of the funder behind him, Ek also spent a lot of money. He added more than 20 light machine guns to the black mercenaries whose number was less than 300, and even gave them the fal rifles he had just obtained from China. Quite a few, in addition, there is also the US-aided Laoganma m2 that France eliminated, which can be said to have armed the black uncles to the teeth.
The only requirement for these weapons is to completely scrap the bhp fleet, and preferably also to severely damage the vitality of the Shadow Company.
The Belgians didn't teach those black mercenaries advanced tactics, but even if they did, they wouldn't be able to. It would be great if the black uncles could learn to set up an ambush on one side of the ground instead of lying on both sides!
As for the setting up of machine gun positions, let alone that. The black uncles just remembered to pick a position with a good view, so they placed all the heavy machine guns here neatly high on the grassland.
Under the grass that is as tall as one person, there are all the black uncles lurking in ambush, and it is almost crowded.
Looking at the slowly rising sun, Osaba, the boss of the black mercenaries, is also very ambitious. He has never gone to school, but he is doing well in the local area because of his quick thinking. After joining the mercenaries, it is even more because he can win over the white masters. Joy soared rapidly.
Then, Osaba had an epiphany. At this moment, he understood that if you want to be the boss in Africa, it does not depend on who has a good background, but you must learn to follow the boss. After living with the Belgians for so many years, he added real estate in Europe and purchased He owns a car and lets his children study abroad. If he keeps doing this, it will be impossible for the Democratic Republic of the Congo to become his when he becomes a strong soldier.
"After finishing this job, I only need to finish this job!"
Looking at the sun rising slowly on the horizon, Osaba felt that all he could see was himself. Yes, look at the rising sun, didn't it symbolize his booming career?
"Head, those white people's cars are coming!"
While Osaba was still thinking about it, a busy black soldier ran over and crawled over. He even fell directly in front of Osaba because he was too impatient.
"Look at you like that, why are you panicking?"
Osaba is very dissatisfied with the performance of his subordinates. He will be the president in the future, so what can he do if his subordinates don’t have any determination?
He grabbed the binoculars and looked across the grassland. He saw trucks loaded with equipment driving hard on the road, and there were several jeeps escorting them in front and behind the convoy.
On the jeep at the front of the motorcade was an American flag fluttering in the wind.
"It should be these guys!"
Osaba immediately became energetic. Carrying his fal rifle, he jogged all the way to the machine gun position, kicked away the shooter above, and then sat on it himself.
"Listen to my gunshot, let's fight these guys for twenty minutes!"
As the convoy got closer, Osaba, who had done this not for the first time, could still feel his hands shaking slightly. He licked his mouth and watched the leading truck drive up a section without any precautions. After a smooth and uncovered section of road, he immediately laughed and pulled the trigger.
"Die, you damn white pigs!"
In an instant, the entire grassland seemed to come alive. Countless bullets were fired at the unknown convoy, and the entire convoy was submerged in an instant.
