Dwight Breed, the platoon commander of the former 1st Marine Division, had also been to Sudan, and all the leaders already knew that he was the one who led the paratroopers. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Three months ago, Jiang Hongrong was in Letraneka, and he knew that there was only one weapon in the base warehouse of the "United Forces" that could cause this kind of destruction -- the Huaxia-made Type 87 automatic grenade launcher!

The Type 87 automatic grenade launcher is based on the Soviet AGS-17, but it is lighter and has a faster rate of fire than the Soviet Union, with a theoretical rate of fire of 400 rounds per minute!

The ammunition capacity is slightly smaller than that of similar weapons in the United States, and the large drum is 15 rounds, but it is still a proper steel storm for this intensity of combat!

This should be the DFS87 anti-personnel bomb, the single-shot killing radius is 10 meters, these 30 rounds are smashed down, and there is no living person in the place in front of you!

The cook started scolding, and he was very unhappy after scolding!

Patches of red can be seen in the night vision device, which is the effect of blood and flesh splashing after the human body is torn. As the temperature of the blood drops, the color will slowly fade, but it will be spectacular to look at!

Although the tribal warriors did not have night vision devices, their eyes were good, and none of the figures that could be vaguely distinguishable were gone, so they did not continue to waste ammunition.

At this time, the headphones were much clearer, and finally heard Dwight-Brett's voice: "Captain Jiang, I'm Brett, and I just called those two Frenchmen who have been captured by our side and want to shoot grenades.

The east and west flanks have also been cleared, please lead your tribal warriors to clean up the battlefield, and I will take the prisoners to meet the boss first.

Also, I'll treat you when I get back to the base!"

I can only blame the gunfire on the side just now that the gunfire was too noisy, Jiang Hongrong couldn't hear what the friendly army was saying at all, and now it was really angry and there was nowhere to come out!

Then, Jiang Hongrong suddenly thought of something - he - he was tricked by Brad!

Whether it's a camp or a mine, there are kiosks on Letala Necka's side, but the problem is that the canteen and supply system are used to eat, and there is no place to treat guests!

If you're looking for a decent restaurant, the nearest one is about 200 kilometers away in Francistown!

What's more important is about cooking, which is a very serious art, who has the best craftsmanship in the whole base?

Although Jiang Hongrong no longer cooks soldiers after being transferred from Montana to Botswana, the brothers want to eat something good, and they always think of ways to ask them to do it themselves.

Treat?

Do you want a guest to be a chef!

Jiang Hongrong wanted to open his mouth to scold back, but in the end he held back-the boss was also on the same channel, so he had to have the demeanor of an old Chinese soldier.

As for how to deal with that bad enough Dwight-Braid..."Hehe, as long as you don't become an immortal in Bigu, Lao Tzu has a way to make you want to die!"

This will be packing up his things and going southwest to meet with the boss, Breed doesn't know one truth - never offend the cook, or he must be the unlucky!

Here, Jiang Hongrong gave the clan soldiers an order to temporarily observe for 15 minutes, and now the temperature is four or five degrees above freezing, and the red in front of him is slowly fading.

The blood and corpses would get cold, and now that the main captives had been captured, the still red and shiny human bodies, whether corpses or wounded, would be shot from a distance with rifles.

After waiting for almost that, Jiang Hongrong ordered the two companies of tribal soldiers to come forward to clean up the battlefield and take away all the corpses that could still be pieced together.

The others searched along the other side's escape routes, and all the bodies were taken to their own tribal areas in Botswana for disposal, and were not left in South Africa.

Just now, Zhang Nan was hiding under a gentle slope, so as not to be accidentally injured by the stray bullets fired wildly from the north. As soon as the battle ended, he discussed with Guan Xingquan, believing that there was no need to notify the South African government of this matter, and that more things were better than less things, and for the time being, it would be as if nothing had happened tonight.

At the same time, the three An-2s that took off from the Umtali base in Zimbabwe were notified to return, and they were no longer needed here.

The three planes and the pilots, a total of 60 people, had just passed half the flight when they received the order to return home, and they had to return to the original route in a depressed manner - this operation to support the boss was a tiger's tail for them, but there was no need to rush, and it was estimated that they would soon be able to use them again.

Leaving the tail sweeping work to the tribal warriors, after the people who led the team from several parties met, Zhang Nan saw the two Frenchmen who were brought over separately.

One looked to be in his 50s, the other was younger, and both of them had their mouths strangled with strips of cloth.

One of them lost the palm of his right hand, and the other looked like he had no external injuries, but in fact, he was wearing heavy body armor and was exposed to several 7.62mm NATO shells in a row, and he was blinded by it.

"Brother Guan, leave it to you, I want to know who is making trouble behind!"

Guan Xingquan didn't even nod, and said to Jin Wenbo and Paul: "Drag that young hand away from you." ”

Jin Wenbo immediately dragged the person away like a dead dog, this is to torture the confession separately, so as not to collude with the two guys.

Blind to the fact that he had already woken up, his right hand and left foot tied together, and through the moonlight, he saw Guan Xingquan and Randy standing in front of him, without any intention of resisting.

Boss Guan glanced at the captive twice and untied the cloth belt.

The captives still did not speak.

Guan Xingquan actually smiled and said, "I know that you are an old mercenary, and you were in Angola before." I'm also a veteran, but I have a different position, so I can only wronged you.

Now I only want to know one thing, who hired you?

If you don't say it, it's better to live than to die, let's let it go, you're an old mercenary, you understand all this, it's impossible to live in this situation today.

But I have to tell you one thing, our boss is from Huaxia, and so am I. Just now he was very angry and said that he would destroy the ten tribes who wanted to kill him.

The boss's words are orders, and we people have to do what the boss says. If you say it, then you are a tool, and it is enough to destroy you, and it will not harm your family.

By the way, you are French, and I don't know what the Ten Tribes mean, so I need to explain this to you.

Well, if you don't tell us anything, or if you tell us false news, your parents, brothers, sisters, children, aunts, nieces, nephews, grandchildren, grandfathers, grandmothers, uncles, uncles, fathers-in-law, mothers-in-law, these will all die!

Also, strictly speaking, the Ten Clans also include your students, but I don't look like you like a teacher, so add your father-in-law's relatives to make up the number. Of course, the premise kit is that you have loved ones who are still alive.

You can also give it a try and see how long it lasts, but it's not difficult to check your identity for such a big thing.

What do you think of this?

Oh, don't be so frightened, forgot to tell the good news: our boss likes children, and we won't kill children who are too young, otherwise the boss will be unhappy. ”

Guan Xingquan said this as if he was chatting, but in the ears of the captive, this was the voice of the devil, and the person in front of him was definitely a complete devil!

Who could have come up with such a cruel method of revenge? The old mercenary was already in despair!

"Give you 30 seconds to think about it. ”

Guan Xingquan finished with a smile, and also glanced at the luminous watch.

"No, I said. But can your boss guarantee that I won't hurt my family if I say it?"

It's a good phenomenon to be able to speak.

"Anan, he wants your assurance, and if he recruits, he won't kill his whole family. ”

Guan Xingquan spoke French just now.

Zhang Nan stepped forward, glanced at the 50-year-old captive twice, and said, "Just tell me who is behind the ghost, I'm not interested in your family." By the way, what's your name?"

Kwan did not translate because he found that the captives should be able to understand English.

Sure enough, the captive spoke: "Count us unlucky, kick to the iron plate." You can call me Bastian, I took the business by phone 5 days ago, when I was in Nice, France......"