That one... Don't complain, everyone.,I'm going to break my promise this month.,I can't come back on a business trip until more than 20.,I'll be able to keep a constant update at most.,Basically, I can do one or two more every day.,The outbreak or something this month is over.,I'm sorry.,I'm really sorry.,What you owe can only be made up for in the air.。

This night, in a rare deep mountain forest in Africa, although the time has passed midnight, some people have difficulty sleeping, and some people snore.

The indigenous Xhosa people of South Africa, including the elders and the able-bodied warriors, most of the tribe, except for women and children, gathered together to discuss the news brought by the outsiders during the day, or opportunity, and tomorrow is a day of their survival and destruction.

And in several wooden houses dedicated to entertaining tribal dignitaries, several people slept in clothes, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands, all of them made bursts of snoring, this is a group of ten bandits, for tomorrow the Xhosa people are the day of development and survival, but for the bandits, this is a day of honor and fame.

This battle is inevitable for everyone。。。。。。。

In the early morning, there was a glimmer of light in the woods, and the air was filled with a fresh and moist smell, and the day was no different from usual, the women were still taking care of their daily necessities, and the children were running around carefree, but most of the men looked tense, and the expressions on their faces were very serious, which made one taste a little different.

The bandits sat around a table, eating the dry food they had brought and some meat sent by the chieftain of Xhosa, replenishing their spirits for most of the night, and in the morning they were also trying to recover their strength, and there was not enough time, they had to be all arranged in a limited time, at least to bring their bodies to perfection.

The enemy is outnumbered, and if they don't show ten percent of their strength, their situation in this battle is worrying。。。。。。

After breakfast, the ten bandits got up and went to the middle of the Xhosa tribe, and found that in the open space there were about dozens of topless Xhosa men with weapons in their hands, the weapons in their hands were uneven, there were all kinds of cold weapons and a small number of guns, if you just look at the equipment, it can be seen that these natives really can't gather any effective armed forces.

However, if you compare it comprehensively, it is not, although the weapons are too rudimentary, but these Xhosa people have a resolute look on their faces, and that kind of cold attitude is no less than that of the bandits and their group of battle-hardened mercenaries, and these Xhosa people's bodies are very strong, maybe they have not undergone any rigorous training, but the bare upper body muscles are full of explosive power that cannot be ignored.

There is no doubt that these natives, who live and fight in the jungle all year round, are no worse than the average warrior.

Lars looked at the standing Xhosa people with emotion, and said in a mournful tone: "A few years ago, I was like them, I was an indigenous person in the deep mountains and jungles of Africa, living the same life every day, just thinking about whether my stomach could be full and how to survive, but I may be luckier than them, after I won the title of the most brave warrior of our tribe, the South African mercenary organization took a fancy to me, took me out of the mountains and forests, and then underwent all kinds of training, five years。。。。。 Five years later, I had become a murderous mercenary, without the slightest hint of nativeness, and now when I saw what it looked like, I suddenly felt that sometimes it was a pleasure to look back at my life, but unfortunately。。。。。 ”

It's a pity that Lars didn't go on, this is the second time he talked about his past, and the bandits didn't deliberately ask why a person with superior combat power like Lars was hunted down and killed, why they fell into their third-rate mercenary organization at the time, everyone has everyone's **, since they are friends, they should have respect for friends.

The bandit glanced at the Xhosa who seemed to be holding a pledge meeting, and then gestured to Hotu, Matt and the others behind him, and said, "Divide some of our weapons."

Su Mingtu frowned and asked: "Although we have brought a lot of weapons, don't forget that this operation is estimated to be a thousand miles away, I don't know how many days it will take, and if the supply can't keep up, our situation is not very optimistic."

"Don't be in that rat's eyes" Hu Bandit glanced at him and said: "Divide the weapons into the past, the combat effectiveness of the Xhosa people can also be increased a lot, and it can also help us buy a lot of time when we retreat, after this gun is handed over, it will fight our enemy, and there is nothing to lose."

Su Mingtu raised his finger when he heard this, and said: "High, it's really high, your kid's head is really not given for nothing."

Hotu and Matt took out more guns and ammunition from their bodies and brought them to Chief Xhosa, and handed them over, this time the weapons they carried were sufficient and very good, not the AK series used in Somalia before, the worst of them were MP types, and even brought two Barretts, which can be said to be extremely well prepared.

Chief Xhosa took the weapon handed over by Hotu with gratitude, and many people behind him showed eager and excited expressions in their eyes, Su Mingtu sighed and said, "These guys have been used as guns, and they are still happy like something."

Lars shook his head and said: "You don't understand, they are fighting for themselves, for the women, the elderly, the children, and their tribes, even if they don't have guns, they will still go all out in this battle, and the most important thing for African tribes is the spirit of warriors."

This kind of spirit is not only here, in the impression of the bandits in Hujia Village they also have it, according to the old man occasionally drunk and spit out the truth, their family bandits decades ago, when they threw their heads and spilled blood, in the early days, they relied on their bare hands to protect the old and young masters in the village。。。。。。

"From the camp of the Xhosa to the camp of the Zulus, if you go at full speed, it will take about five hours to get there, but with the speed of our large army, it will probably be before evening, and it is relatively safe in between, there are no other tribes in the two of them, but to the east of their two places there is another tribe that has a better relationship with the Zulus, and it has always been a nostril of air, so we have to get around that side." Lars was in front of him, giving a brief account of the journey, having previously followed the Xhosas on a night tour of the Zulu camp and knew a lot about the situation.

Hu Bandit frowned and said: "This is really a trouble for us now, the only thing we are worried about is how to retreat after the fact, the east must not be considered, it seems that we can only think of a way from another direction."

"Can't we retreat, we'll retreat to the Xhosa camp," Matt asked, surprised.

The bandit shook his head and said: "This is too unkind, for this deal, it is estimated that even if the matter is successful, the Xhosa people will have to suffer heavy losses, if we choose to retreat, then the Xhosa tribe may be in danger, we can't do this lack of virtue."

In fact, the bandit also considered whether this measure was feasible at the beginning, but when he saw the old people, women and children in the Xhosa camp, he immediately rejected this idea, they were mercenaries but not executioners, let alone warriors who had no scruples, no humanity and no feelings.

It is possible to kill people, it is because it is necessary for various reasons, and killing is a stumbling block to moving forward, but it cannot affect innocent people because of this and cause them to lose their lives.

Hearing his words, Lars looked at the bandit deeply, which is one of the reasons why he agreed to follow the bandit, although a top successful mercenary should not let himself have these emotional factors that can affect the probability of completing the mission, but Lars believes that he would rather be a flesh-and-blood person than be the enviable and admired devil mercenary.

About two or three hours later, the position of this team of centaurs should already be in the middle of the mountain range, this is the real inaccessible primeval deep forest, Su Mingtu wiped the sweat on the top of his head, and muttered: "I really don't understand, those guys who were robbed were caught in the anus of a donkey, and they ran to this place without incident, even if they were not robbed, wouldn't they be guilty of themselves?"

"You don't understand that, the deeper you are in South Africa, the more likely you are to have all kinds of mineral deposits, diamond mines, gold mines, only this kind of place," Hotu explained.

Su Mingtu pouted disapprovingly and said: "Typical money, don't die, if we can't save these guys this time, it is estimated that they belong to the kind of sad urging that people live and the money is not spent."

Hu Bandit patted him on the shoulder and said: "This idea is dispelled as soon as possible, they can't be saved, we will be confused in the future, at least I don't have the face to go back to Huaxia, the signboard is smashed, how can I have the face to see Jiangdong's father."

Su Mingtu was stunned for a moment, and recalled Xia Yunli's bewitching figure and delicate face in his head, only to realize that this flower had not been picked by himself, if he really didn't have the face to go back, wouldn't it be cheaper for others?

Shaking his head, Su Mingtu gently stroked the gun in his hand, and said fiercely: "If you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent, but don't delay the good things of the uncle."

Hu Bandit didn't expect that this thing would have such a dirty thought in his head, and thought that he was for the sake of collective honor.

After the afternoon, I walked for more than three hours, and I was almost not far from the ground, because it was in the deep forest, and the sky was gradually getting dark。。。。。。 [(m)Bulletless window viewing]