Spanning three provinces, the tracking team continued to rotate. Finally, when the target convoy arrived in the town for repairs, the tracking team that had changed four waves immediately set up radios and sent a message to Shepard.
"Eagle in the nest!"
"Let people prepare, we are going to have a big one tomorrow!"
Shepard couldn't help but rub his swollen head. In order to ensure that the gold mine could be mined smoothly without attracting too much attention, he had to arrange everything for the thousands of miners, and This kind of work is a bit over the top for him, but fortunately, African people are easy to support, and there is no need to buy a house. It is enough to eat and drink enough every day to save some wages.
Therefore, Shepard actually doesn't have much to do, just ensure an adequate supply of materials and timely financial protection.
"Well, we must find a good secretary!"
Shepard, who hit his head on the hard back of the chair, suddenly remembered his high school, when he had soft and plump thighs as pillows every day.
"Well, the secretary must find someone with big breasts!"
After taking notes in a small notebook, Shepard stood up and began to put on his equipment.
Although he didn't have to participate in this kind of thing, it was the first time he had done bad things on his own. In order to increase his knowledge and experience, he still put on protection and a helmet, and then jumped on the helicopter with the Shadow Team.
"Remember, forget your own habits when shooting and learn what the locals do!"
On the plane, Shepard did not forget to repeat the precautions to everyone.
Because this matter has nothing to do with the province of Katanga, any details that may be exposed must be repeatedly checked.
You can't eat chewing gum or smoke cigarettes, but a few people brought vodka. In addition, everyone changed their Soviet-made rifles, and the snipers even changed to French-style mas49 rifles. This is the French improvement of mas44 after the war. The product that comes from the rifle is not only used by itself, but also used by Algeria, so it is not unfamiliar in Africa, and its caliber is 7.5mm, so it has nothing to do with Shadow Company!
The team set off at ten o'clock in the night. In order to ensure that everything was safe, Shepard even had the helicopter start flying at night a week ago, so the civilians gathered around the camp were not surprised at all to see helicopters flying in the sky at night.
The two Hueys loaded the action team and headed north along the daily flight route. It was not until they left the village and entered the virgin forest that they began to move westward according to the map. Because there was no navigation, the helicopters flew very low, and they were on the road and the city in the distance. Under the guidance of the lights, we flew to the target area in the early morning.
The PMCs who were waiting here in advance had already marked them with huge flame patterns for guidance. Therefore, the helicopter landed steadily and put the action team on the ground.
"How about the target?"
"It's normal. That guy drank six bottles of red wine last night, ate three quails, thirty-eight eggs, and called three dancers to sleep with him. Well, he definitely won't get up before twelve noon!"
The South Vietnamese PMC with jungle camouflage painted on his face relayed all the surveillance conditions in the town to Shepard. After hearing this, the latter spat on the ground with disdain, and then cursed "scum". He didn't know why. Guy overeating consumes the food rations of the African people or some other reason.
"Well, thank you for your hard work. I won't treat you all badly after this is over!"
"This is all to repay your kindness, boss!"
"Hey, what can we repay? Help each other!"
Shepard is becoming more and more fond of these guys from the South Vietnamese Rangers. Although quite a few of them are almost forty years old, they still work cleanly and neatly, no less than young people. It seems that when the United States starts from Vietnam, When it becomes moist, he needs to recruit some more!
Although they had been busy for most of the night, everyone still couldn't rest. The helicopter landing site was still almost ten kilometers away from the ambush point. Fortunately, the sky was getting brighter at this moment, and the visibility was much better than before. In addition, everyone carried The items were not too heavy, and finally at six o'clock in the morning, Shepard and the others arrived at the ambush area.
It was a relatively large U-shaped bend, passing around a dense jungle. Due to road problems, vehicles would slow down when passing here, which was perfect for an ambush.
After the urgent march arrived at the ambush area, the tracking team sent another message. The target showed no signs of getting up, so the ambush team finally had time to rest.
Immediately, everyone put down their backpacks and found a dry place to rest on the spot. They ate and caught up on their sleep. Only the hard-working sentries continued to observe and monitor the radio, especially the radio soldiers. There are still people who can replace the sentry, but there are only a few who can operate the radio. After most of the tracking team has gone, he is the only one who can operate the radio. Fortunately, he poured himself a lot of coffee before leaving, so he can still hold on. .
Everyone slept in a daze until after nine o'clock, and they all got up from the ground and got ready for battle. As a result, there was still no movement from the tracking team. Shepard thought that the other party was asleep, but when After he called and asked, he learned that the guy was still sleeping!
"It's nine o'clock and he still hasn't set off?"
"The tracking team said that the target walked more freely, and even started at twelve o'clock and rested at three o'clock!"
"It's so easy to be an official!"
Shepard then yawned and lay down again.
"Call me if the other party makes any noise!"
And this shouting waited until two o'clock in the afternoon.
"They finally started preparing!"
The well-rested ambush team immediately entered their respective positions, preparing to resolve the battle as quickly as possible when the convoy arrived. However, less than half an hour after everyone was deployed, the other end of the radio called out again.
"They're not leaving!"
"Can you say that again?"
"It looks like the target will stay in the town for another day, and they won't leave!"
At this moment, Shepard felt like a bolt from the blue had just hit his head. It cost tens of thousands, traveled hundreds of kilometers, and carefully planned for a month. It took two weeks to conduct an ambush just to survey the site. Being let off the hook like this.
"How about we rush over and kill that guy?"
"Head, calm down!"
Realizing that Shepard seemed to have a tendency to do this, several PMCs immediately hugged him.
"Calm down, boss. You don't want others to know that it was you. Calm down, just for one day. I promise, that guy will die tomorrow! You have to stay rational!"
"What the hell, does this make me so sane?"
