"The target has entered visual distance and real-time images are being transmitted."
A scout wearing a Stalker exoskeleton pressed the button on the side of the motorcycle handle, opened the armored door panel on one side, and calmly took out a camera equipment from the storage box mounted outside the vehicle and inserted it into the soft The ground was pointed at the bonfires in the camp in the distance, allowing the officers to determine who built this camp.
"Um......"
When he saw some men carrying AKs and wearing civilian clothes cautiously walking out of the camps to patrol, the commander knew that these camps should be filled with refugees who had fled all the way from Badra after smelling the smell of war.
As the nearest medium-sized city to Baidra, Dehloran is obviously a good place to take refuge.
"Ask Company A to move closer to the refugee camp, and we'll be there shortly."
The commander thought briefly and then added: "No one is allowed to engage in firefights with armed civilians unless necessary."
...
Five men with different expressions walked in the endless darkness. If it weren't for the warm light from the campfire behind them and their families waiting for news, some of them might have been unable to bear the disturbing atmosphere and chose to turn around and turn back.
"Hey boy, what's your name?"
A middle-aged man felt a little depressed, lowered the muzzle of an old-fashioned bolt-action rifle in his hand, quickened his pace and walked to Feisal, trying to get close.
After all, this young guy has the only automatic firepower in this team, and he also has a good skin. It's hard not to feel good about him.
Faisal raised his head and glanced at the sky. He saw nothing but a crescent moon and a few stars. He turned around and glanced at the warm smile on the middle-aged man's face. He replied briefly: "Faisal, uncle, you Woolen cloth?"
"Hey, Tariq."
Tariq saw that although Faisal had a cold attitude, he did not resist communicating with others. He chuckled, put the gun behind his back, and asked with a hint of curiosity: "Brother Faisal, where did you get this AK?" Come here? The firepower of this thing is much stronger than the rags we have!"
Tariq glanced at the AK-47 held tightly in Faisal's hand with some envy. Tariq, who was afraid of being misunderstood, quickly explained: "Nothing else, I'm just asking out of curiosity. If you don't want to answer, you don't have to answer."
After hearing this, Feisal loosened his finger on the safety slightly, lowered his head and thought about it before choosing to answer.
"It was taken from the body of a Rennah thug."
This simple sentence made Tariq and the four of them secretly stunned. It took great courage to touch the corpses of the Renaissance soldiers in Baidra, which was like a hell on earth.
Just as the relationship between everyone was heating up due to the gradually heated conversation, Faisal's sensitive hearing told him that something was approaching quickly from the distant land.
Before they had time to remind Tariq and the others, Faisal was the first to raise his gun and aim at the darkness in the distance. Seeing this, the others also raised their pistols or old-fashioned rifles and aimed in the same direction.
"Faisal, did you hear something?"
Tariq asked anxiously while raising his gun. Seeing that Faisal's attention was not distracted at all, he couldn't help shouting: "Faisal!?"
"Buzz..."
As the low roar of the engine got closer and closer, Fisher decisively put away his gun and took the four people to hide in the bushes on the side of the road, praying that the coming person was not a tank or armored vehicle of the Al-Nusra Front.
Because at the end of this road there are hundreds of refugees and their families!
Taking out an old mobile phone from his pocket, Faisal quickly pressed his wife's number on the broken screen. While asking his wife to pack her things and prepare to continue running away, Faisal poked half of his head out of the bushes. Looking down the road.
When the front of a wheeled infantry fighting vehicle appeared in his field of vision, Faisal breathed a sigh of relief - this advanced fighting vehicle with a brand-new appearance was obviously not comparable to the products of the last century of the Renaissance Front. Maybe from the peacekeeping force?
But when the infantry fighting vehicle slowly decelerated to a stop and turned the direction of the top turret, the black muzzle of the 30mm electromagnetic cannon made Faisal's mind go blank.
"Dead!"
...
The Death in Faisal's Eyes unexpectedly did not fire, but simply pointed the muzzle and remote-controlled machine gun at the bushes where they were hiding, apparently letting them come out on their own.
Seeing that the infantry tank had no intention of firing, Faisal raised the AK above his head and threw it far away in front of the tank. The four people following him also followed suit, dropping their weapons and holding their heads in their hands. Squat on the ground.
The driver of the chariot tapped the screen next to the steering wheel with his hand. The picture transmitted back through the drone showed that the five hidden people had all been disarmed, and he called the infantry team in the chariot to get out of the vehicle and arrest them.
"Keep your hands on your head and don't move! We are the peacekeeping force of the Star Group!"
With the shocking roar of the special forces team members, the five people were quickly controlled. Before verifying their civilian identities, the five Faisal men could not take off the electronic handcuffs on their wrists for the time being.
Faisal chose to remain silent when he saw the Star Group logo spray-painted on the exoskeleton armor of the special forces members.
He has seen many so-called peacekeeping troops like this. The first and second time he would hold hands with his family and ask for help from the soldiers. The third and fourth time he would go alone to beg for some living supplies, even if it was just The food is also good.
But what happens after that? There was only avoidance and numbness, because his humble pleas never received a response.
Faisal had long seen through that these mercenaries or peacekeepers from all over the world came nominally to quell the war, but in fact they were just testing the performance of weapons for their employers or defrauding government funding.
After they left, there was nothing but chaos.
"Hey, kid."
Just when he began to worry about the fate of his wife and children, a special operations team member came over with compressed biscuits and water. Looking at the sallow and thin Faisal, he asked: "Boy, did you escape from Badra?"
Looking at the biscuits and water neatly placed in front of him, Faisal couldn't help his throat moving slightly and swallowed a mouthful of saliva that represented longing.
Seeing that the special operations team member's concern didn't seem to be fake, he nodded to answer the question.
After questioning the remaining people, it turned out that they were all fleeing from Baidela. Just as their civilian identification codes were issued by the Star Hub, the captain of this small team untied their electronic shackles and issued each of them. Get some food and fresh water.
He also said that if they could take him to the camp to confirm the actual situation, he would personally guarantee that the Star Group would protect the rights of every refugee. The group was preparing to build a refugee camp in Dehloran that could accommodate tens of thousands of people.
Not only are you safe and secure there, you also have soft beds, ample food and fresh water supply, and you can even take a hot bath every few days.
After hearing this, Tariq couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't want his wife and daughter to continue to suffer from the war. Regardless of whether the captain's verbal temptation was true or not, he was willing to take a chance on this opportunity that could stabilize his family.
"Sir, sir! I have an important report!"
Calling the captain to his side, under the envious eyes of the others, Tarik ate the meaty ham sausage while telling the captain and many people behind the battle screen about Baidra. situation at this time.
