Time passes minute by second.
The armed warriors were divided into five larger teams and began to outflank along different routes. With their bare feet, dark skin, and wearing various gray and black robes, they moved like ghosts in the darkness, making no sound. .
At the same time, the atmosphere in the valley gradually became heated.
"Damn, it'll take at least another week."
"I'm tired of eating cans, I'm going hunting tomorrow!"
In the camp, I saw the former senior adviser to the Tanzanian military, a retired major from the U.S. Marine Corps, secretly mobilizing his troops without telling General Baduk, the planner of the second batch of sneak attacks on the arsenal, and finally... Davis, who had absconded before the attack, was a secret member of CAI, and said this while sitting in front of the campfire, with an unhappy expression on his face.
After absconding, of course he did not return to the United States. Instead, he came to the hometown of General Badduk with the help of the roving armed forces he had previously controlled and naturalized. Then, through various methods such as coaxing and inducement, he once again became the man who claimed to be Badduk. The independent son's staff.
Normally, he would not need to worry about escorting supplies. The main reason why he appeared with the convoy this time was that he went to Egypt to report on his work. His superiors were very dissatisfied with his work and believed that he had not Instigating the Baduk rebels and cooperating with the Lokaha rebels to launch a fierce attack on Tanzania's official troops. As a result, the Lokaha rebels have now lost momentum. It can be expected that pressure will soon come to the Baduk rebels.
But Davis is also very depressed! The current leader of the Baduk rebels, Baduk's son, does not completely trust him. After all, his father died that night. Although this is happy news, he, an American, But the man survived, and according to the intelligence, there were two forces that attacked the arsenal that day. If it was arranged by his father, then there was no way that his father would stay at home and wait to die!
Thinking about it this way, it is not difficult to guess that this American is a two-faced son of a bitch.
So during this period, Baduk's son, together with a group of reliable senior officials, was frantically purging the middle-level officers of his army. Most of the hidden piles trained by Davis had been cleared away, making Davis even more melancholy. and distress.
So he understands very well that Baduk's son has begun to doubt himself, and the only reason why he can still tolerate him is because he represents the United States and can get him weapons!
Under such circumstances, Davis could only go with the flow and get a batch of good goods specifically for the Baduk rebels.
With these weapons, it is not difficult to arouse their ambitions. After all, even if they do not take the initiative, the Tanzanian official forces will take action against the Baduk rebels after they finish dealing with the Lokaha rebels. The war is bound to be fought. And there will be a battle between life and death. Which side will become the master of the land of Tanzania. Which side will die? Naturally, it goes without saying. The best result is to bring a few people and become a wandering armed force. Otherwise, there are so many people on the African continent. Where do the roving armed forces come from?
For this batch of supplies, Davis even put up a lot of his own savings, a total of eight million US dollars!
Now he is depressed and distressed!
"Damn it, Majafak!"
"Whiskey without ice is not as good as horse piss!"
"Ah! Why am I here? I should have retired a long time ago, went on vacation to the Mediterranean, and found a hot Italian girl."
Davis was lying next to the bonfire, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand, looking as if he was dying. The mercenary leader in charge of security next to him was once a member of the U.S. Marine Corps and was an old friend of Davis. He couldn't help but He smiled and said:
"If you retire early, trust me, you won't end up on a beach in the Mediterranean, but on a gambling table in Las Vegas."
"After a night of fierce fighting, take out every last penny in your pocket!"
"Even if you clamored that you had the Navy Medal of Honor, they wouldn't lend you another penny. In the end, you didn't even have the chips to exchange for a hot dog, so you had to get out in despair."
“Then you get debt collectors knocking on your door every day, and you end up having to take the job again, right?”
Davis smiled and didn't respond to the mercenary leader's words. He just tried his best to fill his mouth with horse urine without ice cubes and said vaguely:
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
"Franklin, why are you here?"
Just as Davis kept mumbling, a muffled sound suddenly sounded in the distant darkness. The sound was very unique. Most people would never forget it after hearing it once. It was obvious that Franklin was very sensitive to this sound!
The moment the sound sounded, he shouted:
"Enemy attack! Prepare to fight!"
Then Gulu rolled under the chassis of the truck next to him. At the same time, he did not forget to pull Davis next to him under the truck. After all, this was his customer. If the customer died on the road, there would be no one. Remuneration paid!
Franklin has been very familiar with this sound recently. It is the sound of a gas tank mortar. This weapon has only two advantages. The first is that it can be fired, and the second is that the explosion is extremely powerful!
If there is no bunker, there will be almost no survivors left within the two hundred meters range. Some time ago, my mercenary company just bought a few from the black market. After several experiments, I came to a conclusion. The first time I heard the explosion, Find a strong enough cover and hope to god this thing doesn't fall on your head or explode in the air!
The next second.
The moment data related to gas tank mortars flashed through Franklin's mind.
"boom!"
There was a violent sound!
The powerful air waves and shock waves directly shook the truck above him, and one tire directly lifted off the ground, and then fell heavily, accompanied by a hot, powerful air wave with a strong smell of ammonium nitrate. At that moment, Franklin felt There was only a "buzzing" sound left in his mind, and his ears could hardly hear any sound. The dancing fire in front of him had a faint red color. After years of fighting, he understood that his facial features were bleeding from the strong explosion. !
"Retreat! Retreat! Get out of here!"
"If the ammunition explodes, we will all die here! Retreat! Break through from the northwest! Quick, quick, quick!"
"Covering fire! Crossfire! Start retreating!"
After the first round of "boom boom boom" explosions, Franklin, whose mind was buzzing after wandering around the battlefield for many years, had initially calmed down. He held the rifle in one hand and picked up Davis with the other and started running.
After the initial shock, Davis came to his senses and broke away from Franklin's hand and began to run wildly. Although he had been away from the front line of the war for a long time and drank a lot of whiskey, as a former elite of the Marine Corps, His combat training was still sufficient. He began to escape along the cover of the vehicle. At the same time, he picked up a bulletproof tactical vest from the ground and put it on his body. He also picked up a rifle!
He had no doubts about Franklin's order. On the one hand, Franklin was the commander of the mercenaries. On the other hand, there was no problem with Franklin's command, because many of the items transported in the car were high-explosives. Fight for support, and if an explosion occurs, you can go directly to heaven to see God, and then ask God to sew up the soul that has been blown to pieces.
The only way is to run away first, then fight back, and finally think about the cargo!
"Bang bang bang!"
At the same time, the exchange of fire between the two sides became intense!
There was no human figure at all on the top of the mountain, only the flickering flames of the muzzles. Most of the mercenaries in the valley were retired elites from Western countries. After the brief explosion and death, they quickly organized They put up effective resistance and began to retreat in accordance with the order. Smoke bombs were thrown out one after another, forming a smoke corridor.
Seeing this scene, Ahmed, who was commanding the battle, shouted:
"Open fire! Suppress them with fire! We must not let them escape!"
"Quick, quick, quick! Keep firing the mortars!"
"Grenade launch! Don't be stingy with ammunition anymore!"
It was obvious that Ahmed had an insight into the enemy's tactical intentions and understood that they had to abandon the goods first and enter the cover of darkness. However, this was definitely not an escape, but another kind of attack!
After all, we are now in a dark state. We are hiding from the enemy, and using an ambush attack is a very efficient way of combat.
But if the enemy abandons the goods and flees into the darkness, the trouble will be too big. Because I am dark and the enemy is dark, the original relationship between the hunter and the prey is destroyed, and each other becomes each other's hunter, hunting in the dark. Hemed knew that even if the number of people on his side was twice that of the opponent, due to the gap in weapons, tactics, and group combat coordination, he could not be the opponent of these mercenaries on the opposite side!
And even if the enemy does not take the initiative to attack in the dark, there is no way to collect the loot here, because in this way the relationship between the hunter and the prey will be rebuilt, and your own troops will become the prey!
"Fire! Fire! Fire!"
Following Ahmed's voice, armed teams located at several different angles opened fire one after another, and no longer skimped on ammunition. The gas tank mortars just obtained at noon today were fired one after another at crowded places. After launching, various grenade weapons opened fire one after another, aiming in the direction of the enemy convoy and bombarding them indiscriminately, highlighting the determination to eliminate all enemies without leaving any survivors.
And in the darkness not far away, I saw the young man named Fariel, holding his huge grenade sniper rifle and firing continuously!
"Fifteen! Sixteen"
"No! It's twenty! The people next to me are also dead!"
"Twenty-three, twenty-seven, thirty! This gun is so powerful!"
Just as he kept mumbling, kept pulling the trigger, and kept harvesting the lives of the mercenaries, he suddenly discovered an unusual picture in the scope!
"Looks like a leader?"
After all, all the other mercenaries wore the same camouflage uniforms. Only this man wore a suit and a bulletproof tactical vest, which was obviously unusual!
"Go to your God!"
The boy used the crosshair to cover the back of the truck he was hiding from. After firing many times, the boy had completely mastered the skills of using this grenade sniper rifle. It was not like an ordinary sniper rifle and had to be aimed at the enemy's head. Or the chest to carry out a fatal attack. It can completely target some areas near the target. As long as the prediction is correct, the target will also die!
"boom!"
Almost at the same time, he opened fire!
It can be seen from the scope that an explosion occurred at the target location instantly. At the same time, a figure shook, and obvious black blood was thrown out!
"Farke! Davis! Davis!"
"Damn grenade! Damn it! Damn it! Fuck!"
Franklin, who was hiding behind another wheel, looked at Davis, who was hit in the leg and abdomen by shrapnel not far away and was swaying, and couldn't help cursing.
Regarding these grenade weapons on the black market recently, Franklin is very clear. After all, you have to love what you do. Since you are a mercenary, of course you need to understand what weapons are on the black market and what weapons the enemy may have.
So just now, when he heard the sound of the grenade exploding, Franklin's heart was already cold!
As long as the firepower output from the opposite side is sufficient, don't think about goods and counterattacks. Just run one by one. In this not-so-spacious canyon area, the overwhelming grenades can kill all living forces!
At this moment.
He wanted to go over and rescue him. After all, this was his sponsor. If he died, there would really be no reward. However, the opponent was likely to launch a second round of attacks, and the grenade did not need to be fired directly. If it touched him, he would die!
"boom!"
At this moment, not far from Davis, who was holding on to the edge of the truck and trying to get in, a grenade exploded again!
In an instant, Davis became a bloody man. He stretched out his hand hard and said to Franklin:
"help me"
Hearing this voice, Franklin took a deep breath. He heard gunfire, explosions, and various wailing sounds coming from all around. At that moment, he sighed, took out his pistol and pointed it at Davis. :
"Brother, you are hopeless!"
"I can't save you. There are no hospitals hundreds of kilometers away. Even if I can take you to retreat, you will only have to endure the pain for a longer time."
"Rest in peace! God will bless you. In the next life, remember not to be a gambler!"
"boom!"
With a gunshot, Davis fell to the ground.
Franklin wiped his eyes, which were already blood red from the violent explosion and shock, and shouted to Hoot:
"Retreat, abandon all goods! Alternately fire to cover the retreat!"
"Detonate the cargo on the vehicle! Create a wall of fire and smoke screen cover! Machine gun cover! Start retreating!"
"Gather at the last meeting point! Retreat!"
Following Franklin's voice, the few remaining mercenaries gave up their previous tactics. Some threw grenades directly into the carriage, while others rolled into the carriage and pulled some fuse.
Then groups of two or three began to run wildly in the away direction!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The next second, several trucks exploded one after another, and the fire shot into the sky, like the rising sun. The rising fire ball obscured the view behind, and also illuminated the people on the top of the mountain!
"Bang bang bang!"
Suddenly a burst of fierce firepower hit the people on the mountain!
Everyone in the ambush on the mountain took cover, and after the flames gradually disappeared, the gunshots at the scene almost disappeared, and almost all the remaining mercenaries disappeared into the darkness.
Seeing this scene, Ahmed took a long breath, smelled the smoke in the air and said:
"The number of people they escaped was not enough to be three hundred!"
"We are not in a hurry to carry the supplies down there. We will clean up the surrounding hills first and make sure they have all escaped before we go down!"
Then the entire armed team became busy again. After nearly half an hour, they were sure that all the mercenaries had escaped, and then they began to go down to collect supplies. As for the wounded soldiers who did not escape, they were naturally shot to death.
Needless to say, there were fires and explosions. In the end, the cargo of about forty trucks was sorted out. Then under the cover of night, they began to retreat in a hurry. At the same time, while retreating, soldiers were busy painting the bodies of the vehicles. another color.
At five o'clock in the morning, when the morning light appeared again, the convoy had already left the mountainous area. After confirming that there was no tail, the seized truck, together with the vehicles that had driven over before, began to move away from the area and began to chase the group of women and children.
At the same time, the truck no longer looks like it once did. It has turned into the common local colors, and with the addition of dust and mud, it is almost completely unrecognizable.
In the carriage, Ahmed let out a long sigh of relief!
Then there was an expression of excitement on his face. The harvest this time was so rich. Although more than fifty soldiers died in this battle, compared with so many supplies, it was so worth it!
