"Send a message to hq. We should have caught their tail! But we need to interrogate them first!"
Rambo watched his men re-erect the collapsed tent and set up a shade for himself. He then asked his men to fetch a bucket of water from the lake and put it in the corner. The temperature in the desert was unbearable, especially since they were still wearing all the clothes. equipment, but fortunately there are many tents and tarpaulins, which are not only enough for PCs to provide shade, but even the civilians who were arrested were properly accommodated.
Because of the shortage of manpower, the PCs released a dozen young girls like Sara. Under the command of the medical soldiers wearing large medical red cross logos on their arms, they dealt with all the captured civilians. various problems.
For example, apply medicine and bandage to stop bleeding, or distribute candies to children.
And these Tuareg civilians are gradually no longer panicking at this moment, because the armed soldiers don't look like they are going to go on a killing spree. So far, they are only using strong methods to control and restrain the civilians. Other than that, I have never done any other behavior.
They didn't bring women's naked clothes to the bank party, nor did they drag the children behind camels or flatterers, and even the medical soldiers said sorry while treating them.
This made the civilians extremely confused, but also worried. After all, the most uneasy thing was the opponent who never knew what he was going to do.
As for Rambo, it's not that they really didn't do anything, they just came all the way to beat up civilians. On the contrary, they wanted to do a lot more, but because it's not yet sure whether there are any civilians left out, so , those things that need to be done have to be stopped and turned into search operations.
For this reason, the two teams of PCs he brought were currently riding Tuareg camels to search and investigate in the scorching sun.
In order to adapt to the local environment, the attire of the Shadow Company PCs has also been greatly improved. Although they still carry helmets, more often, the PCs still like to wear the local round hoods because they are light and breathable. , much better than heavy helmets.
Of course, if they encounter a situation where they need to shoot, PCs will still put on their helmets immediately.
They no longer wear tactical uniforms, but lightweight tactical long-sleeved tactical vests and light body armor, and then a desert-colored robe on the outside.
Many people also wear goggles and face scarves to protect themselves from the wind and sand. It can be said that dressed like this, they are not much different from the guerrillas in the desert. The only difference is that the former are more tactical, more recognized, and more capable. Old school style!
Riding Tuareg camels, these PC teams quickly pulled out many absconders from the nearby desert. At this time, some PCs were regretting that they should have brought another 870 shotgun, loaded with Load rubber bullets to shoot those escaping guys.
After all, the C26A1 he was carrying fired 5.56mm bullets. If one shot was fired, the person would die immediately and the arrest would not be completed at all. However, if you use a shotgun that fires rubber bullets, you don’t have to worry about this problem unless you are deliberately aiming at the vital point. , otherwise the rubber bullet hitting the person will not be fatal, it will only make the person spin 360 degrees like a top and then fall heavily to the ground.
Of course, large bruises and pain will definitely be inevitable, and in severe cases, there may even be fractures, but it is better than eating a 5.56 bullet.
Now the PCs can only fire at the opponent's feet to order the opponent to stop.
As groups of PCs returned, those Tuareg people who had escaped were basically captured.
"I feel like we're like a slave team!"
"Don't feel it, we just are!"
The civilians were tied into a row with ropes and strung together with reins, and the PCs brought them back like this.
Rambo frowned as he watched this scene.
"Fortunately we don't have reporters with us, let them go!"
After confirming that there were almost no escapees, Rambo immediately motioned for the translator to come forward.
"We are looking for your leader, the chief. Is he here?"
The crowd was whispering. In this case, everyone needs an emotional declaration.
If they let it out, then their leader would naturally have this mouth.
It's just that everyone waited for a long time, but no old man stood up, until the translator repeated impatiently.
"If you don't come out, we will go on a killing spree!"
At this time, a timid old man slowly stood up.
"Our old man, he is dead!"
"What about the young one?"
"Take the young people of the tribe out!"
"Oh shit!"
The translator told Rambo the exact words.
Only then did the latter remember that the helicopter unit had reported the annihilation of unknown armed men. It seemed that the old man also fought for his tribe until the last moment.
"What about the elders?"
Soon, the two old men stood up under the dim gazes of the people around them, and they raised their hands cautiously.
"We are here!"
"Bring them here!"
Rambo breathed a sigh of relief. It would be easier if there was someone to talk to. He was still worried about what would happen if all the leaders in the village died!
Soon the two old men were taken to separate tents, and Rambo also asked someone to serve each other two cups of tea.
"I ask and you answer. If the answer is good, we will reward you. If the answer is bad, I will kill you all!"
Before the questioning started, Rambo also emphasized it again.
Then, the old man sitting in front of him nodded his head very frequently.
"Are the guerrillas in the desert your tribe?"
"Yes, Chief Abaddon summoned all the young men and asked them to assemble to prepare for an attack on the French!"
"How many people are there?"
"A total of about eighty young people have gone to our village. I don't know the rest!"
"Then do you know the locations of other tribes?"
"this!"
The old man hesitated, then Rambo slammed the table and told the translator.
"Find his family and shoot them!"
The translator immediately began to translate the words truthfully. The old man was so frightened that he twitched and immediately began to beg for mercy.
"I said, I said, I know their location, they are all in this desert!"
Rambo nodded with satisfaction and continued.
"One more thing, please identify the family members of those young adults who joined the guerrillas!"
Now the old man refused to do it no matter what. It wasn't until his grandson was picked out from the crowd by the PCs and prepared to be sent to the helicopter that the old man cried out in tears.
"Please, those women and children are innocent!"
"We won't kill them, we just need them to say a few words!"
Rambo pointed to the recording equipment being unloaded from the helicopter that had just landed, and we asked their families to leave them a message.
