Although the French paid enough attention to it, they still underestimated their opponents. Faced with the pursuit of more than a dozen big men with ill intentions, two Korean PMCs jumped directly from the second floor. Then, at a speed that even the French could not match. , escaped from the encirclement.
The French didn't expect that the two guys could run away so well. The French mercenaries who couldn't catch up with them could only angrily find their usual pub to drink. But they didn't know that the two guys from the Shadow Company who ran away before They didn't go far. After running out of each other's sight, they circled back.
After confirming that these French people really went in to drink, the two unlucky guys who lost their money and were seen running naked on the street by countless black uncles couldn't swallow their breath. They discussed it and felt that this revenge could not be avenged overnight. It must be resolved now.
So the two of them split up, one went to restaurants, pubs and hotels in the city and started shaking people, while the other stayed in place to monitor.
When the PMCs who were busy doing their own business learned the news, they immediately dropped their knives and forks, or put down their wine bottles and began to assemble their troops.
Soon a large group of more than thirty people met on the street. After hearing about the two unlucky guys, everyone immediately burst into laughter. However, they laughed, but revenge must be avenged. One of them was also an officer. The former team leader looked at the crowded streets and shook his head.
"There are so many people now. If you accidentally injure civilians during a fight, your wages will be deducted. Just wait, these guys will definitely drink more!"
And the French did do this, because once they came out rarely, these mercenaries directly booked the tavern and started eating and drinking. The tavern owner must provide more than these services, and good leaves and dancers are also indispensable. In short, all the French guys were having fun until about seven o'clock in the evening. It was not until the dancer's legs were so weak that she couldn't dance at all, and then she walked out of the door cursing still unfinished.
Then, they discovered that the tires of the Jeep they had driven to park at the door had been punctured.
"You damn niggas, do you believe I've cheated on you?"
The mercenaries who had drunk so much that they were unconscious immediately shouted curses on the street, without noticing at all that there were a bunch of sneaky guys in the shadows behind the dim street lights.
"Attack formation, three to one. Remember, no Korean is allowed!"
The team leader, who had been squatting on the street for several hours and was already very angry, immediately assigned a target. When a group of French guys gathered in front of the car, the team leader immediately shouted "Ula".
Then, dozens of PMCs came forward with sacks and sticks, in groups of three, and acted according to their assigned goals. One person came forward with a sack, and the remaining two people had one leg each.
Almost instantly, these dozen French people were restrained, and then knocked to the ground. Then a group of Koreans shouted the only Russian or Japanese they could speak, holding up everything they found. Greet these guys vigorously.
After beating for more than ten minutes, the wooden sticks in the hands of the PMCs were broken, and the Frenchmen on the ground were lying on the ground, groaning and wailing.
The PMCs who were relieved were not willing to fight. After beating these guys unconscious, they immediately threw away their things and started running away. The team leader did not forget to call the hospital before running away, and then jumped up and down. Jumping and running without a trace.
The PMCs were very measured in their attacks. They did not hit the vital points, but only spanked these guys on the buttocks and thighs. These guys were quickly taken back to the hospital for treatment. The worst one among them was just... Broken arm.
Although no one was killed, Francois also knew that the conflict between the two parties was inevitable. He rushed to the hospital as soon as possible, brandished a revolver and pulled his subordinates from the bed one by one, and then fanned these guys crazily. With red and swollen cheeks, he greeted the parents of his subordinates.
"You damn maggots, bastards, I should have drowned you in the swamp!"
"Who beat you?"
"Yes, it's Russian!"
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Francois immediately made a big move and knocked out one of his men's teeth.
"Russians, in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, where did the Russians come from?"
"But they speak Russian and Japanese!"
"That can't be said, they are Russians, you pigheads!"
"It was too dark at the time and the other party moved very quickly. We didn't see it at all..."
"Then you say you are Russians? Do you want me to send you back to Algeria to make you happy? You bastards, cowards!"
After venting his anger, Francois finally calmed down. Then his unlucky men were not beaten to death by the pmc, but they were almost beaten to death by him.
As for the murderer, Francois could guess it with his heels. The only one with such great power in this place was Shadow Company. His men failed to cause trouble and were beaten back by the other party!
After coming out of the hospital, François, who was still angry, immediately returned to the camp and gave orders to all his men, asking them to start provoking troubles with the Shadow Company. In addition to not using guns or knives, or causing trouble, what else could they do? Either way!
After the PMC returned to the camp and told Shepard about this, he immediately gave the order.
"No matter what the other party wants to do or how they hit you, just hit them back. If they use fists, you should also use fists. If they use sticks, you should also use sticks!"
"Remember, brothers should not be left alone. Only when fighting in a small team can we win!"
There is no way, most of the French and Belgian mercenaries are veterans of the battlefield, especially the French. In Algeria, they were crazy about killing the guerrillas, and even had their heads killed by the guerrillas. Such people, fighting alone, Shepard Bian will definitely suffer, and can only fight as a small team. Unity is strength!
"Oh, by the way, you can't bring weapons, but you can bring any armor. I only ask for one thing. Things can be broken, but the battle must be won!"
To this end, Shepard also specially asked the South Vietnamese veterans stationed at the mining camp to rush back, so that they could make a temporary assault for his men and learn how to be beaten.
So, the next day, the French people who were furious and wanted to avenge their brothers had been waiting at the entrance of the city for a long time, waiting for the Shadow Company to come and deliver it to their door. The employees of the Shadow Company also rushed over eagerly.
So, the two sides met in a narrow road on the street, and then the French were dumbfounded.
"What the hell, why do you still wear body armor and helmets when you go out? Isn't this too shameless?"
However, what responded to the French was the excited shouts of the PMCs.
"Brothers, follow me and fuck him!"
