Recommended Reading: In the flickering light room, Commander Marsal was dazed, and the constant sound of artillery fire and gunfire outside made him feel like he was about to collapse. But he can't fall, because behind him is the whole clan.

Not so long ago, he was the number two man in the country until the president relieved him of all his duties, which led directly to the war. What did he think of himself as a damn bastard, a rag that he could throw away once he had it? He didn't want to think that behind him was the second largest tribe in South Sudan. How can he cover the sky with one hand!

Marsal stared angrily at the map in front of him and slammed his fist on the table. "We're going to make this bastard pay!"

"Yes, Your Excellency, now that all of our men in the military are in combat mode, we can fight to the death with those Dinka bastards at any time!" a young officer shouted.

"But they are outnumbered and better armed than we are. Another officer whispered. "And the blue helmets of the peacekeeping force are a bit of a hindrance. ”

"Forget it, don't move those blue helmets, they are all European and American powers behind them. Damn, we're not the time to make enemies everywhere, and if we want to win this war, we'll have to find more friends than more enemies. Marsal shook his head.

He had always disliked wearing a military uniform, but now he also had to wear a camouflage uniform. Because he had to be tougher in order to lead his brothers. The brethren don't want to see a soft-mouthed guy in a suit, they want to see a true Nuer gentleman.

But when it comes to military affairs, Marsal is clearly not good at these things. The officers had already made him a little sore in the head.

He waved at his subordinates and said, "Okay, you can do it about the battle." I've got to get some rest, and I'm going to meet a couple of important people tomorrow, and hopefully they'll be of some help to us. I have only one request, that I must teach that stupid president a hard lesson and let him know that we are great. ”

"Don't worry, General, we'll wipe them out once and for all.

The officers shouted excitedly.

Accompanied by several guards, Marsal turned and walked out of the room. It was only when he returned to his makeshift office that he sat down as if he had collapsed. Recently, he has been in a difficult situation. As armed conflict intensifies, it is increasingly likely that the conflict will expand into a single war. And to win this war, Marsal felt that he did not have enough cards in his hand.

The Russians, though they sent a representative, refused to make it clear that they supported them. Instead, he had to help them search for a Russian agent, and hell, Massar found that he couldn't turn them down.

They have made it clear that as long as they find the whereabouts of the agent, the Russians will be able to provide them with arms and supplies

。 Look like it's a good deal.

Marsal looked down in thought, but when his eyes saw the various red and blue pencil arrows drawn on the map, he was irritated again. He admits that he is not a material that can fight, and he has no idea whether this war can be won.

There was a knock on the door outside, and Marsar withdrew his gaze and replied casually, "Come in." ”

He originally thought that it was his own officers again, and he came to report the battle to him. But when the door opened, it was a heavily armed Asian who entered. Frightened, Marsar shuddered, and he hurriedly pulled open the drawer to get the self-defense pistol in the drawer. But he found that his movements were a little stiff and slow. Before he pulled out his gun, the Asian was already sitting in a chair next to him.

This young Asian is naturally Lin Rui. He looked at Marsar and smiled, "Don't be nervous, Mr. Marsar. ”

"Who are you, and how did you get in?" said Marsal, "Guard!"

"You'd better stop shouting, no one will come in. Because we have very important things to talk about, you don't feel like it's a good idea to have someone around you when you're having this kind of conversation. Lin Rui shrugged. "Rest assured, we are not President Gill's people.

”

"Then who are you?" Marsal's hand, holding a pistol in a drawer, looked at Lin Rui with a nervous expression, "What do you want to do here?"

"We are businessmen. Lin Rui walked over and put a business card in his hand on Marsal's desk.

Marsal glanced at it slightly, and his face changed suddenly, "You are from the Black Island Military Company?"

"Yes. This includes our business contact number, email address, and internet site. Lin Rui shrugged, "You should have heard of us, we are a group of people who specialize in solving troubles for customers, especially customers like you." Most of the time, of course, our customers are satisfied. ”

"What do you mean, who asked you to come, I haven't contacted you, and I don't plan to hire mercenaries. Marsal looked at Lin Rui and said.

"We were hired by a powerful agency of a country to come on a mission. But we feel that we can make a deal with you. Lin Rui looked at Marsal and said.

"The Americans hired you, well, I'm not wrong at all. Those damn bastards have a connection to the Yankees. If they come and kill me, then come, even if I die, I will tell them one thing, where there is oppression, there will be resistance, and the people of the Nuer tribe will not be killed. Marsal was stern.

"Well, that's a good point, but I noticed you didn't stand up. When you talk about being impassioned, don't you stand up and make a gesture or something? Maybe your legs are shaking so much that you don't want me to see it. Maybe you think the pistol in the drawer is too heavy to lift. That's why you stay sitting. Trust me, it's good, at least for all of us. Lin Rui shook his head and said. "Because right outside the window, there are several guns aimed at you. So hold this position and listen to me. ”

Marsaldao's face became ugly, and he stared at Lin Ruidao, "What are you going to do?"

"We need you to do me a favor, and we won't let you do it in vain. Lin Rui shrugged. "We'll help you out as well.

Give you the upper hand in this battle. What do you think?"

"Help?" Marsar looked at Lin Rui with some hesitation and hesitated, "What do you need me to do?"

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