The next morning, Hou Rui woke up with a hard pain in his head, and after he got up, he found that he had slept on a puddle of vomit last night, which seriously increased Hou Rui's symptoms of nausea and nausea, and he finally had to run to a nearby well under the guidance of his two strange soldiers, and washed it well, threw away the dirty clothes on his body, and directly changed into a green alliance military uniform. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When Hou Rui returned to Captain Mulu's fort, the participants of last night's crazy party, the officers of the Alliance, had also left, although most of the officers were carried away by his own men, but the scene was still much quieter, only a few girls serving Captain Mulu were cleaning the messy room.

As soon as Hou Rui, who had a splitting headache, sat down on the sofa, he saw the door of Captain Mulu's bedroom being pushed open, and two soldiers brought out a corpse from the bedroom;

When the corpse passed by the maids, and the girls who couldn't help peeking out of the corners of their eyes, they couldn't help but tremble quietly.

"Sergeant Douglas, did you have a good time last night? Aren't we black girls wonderful and comfortable?" Captain Muru, who had changed into a light green military uniform and looked refreshed, happened to walk out of the bedroom at this time, and he could tell that he was in a good mood.

"I don't remember anything from last night, all I have left is a headache. Hou Rui frowned and told the truth.

"Hahahaha, Sergeant Douglas, you are such an interesting guy, just get used to it slowly, you must know that last night's party is an event that many warriors in the alliance envy, only officers with outstanding achievements are eligible to participate, I hope you will become the cornerstone of the alliance as soon as possible, sergeant. As he spoke, Captain Muru beckoned to the maid, and a sumptuous breakfast was immediately served to the two of them.

Looking at these cans, barbecues, fried eggs and camel milk on the table in front of him, Hou Rui had no appetite at all, he only felt every muscle in his body screaming in pain, he knew that this was his body's refusal to react to alcohol and pills, if he chose to cowardly continue to take it at this time, counting on pills to relieve his body's resistance reaction, then he would quickly become a degenerate addict.

"Why don't you eat it, don't you have your appetite?" asked Captain Mulu, who was sitting opposite Hou Rui, very strangely.

"No, no, no, it's just that my head hurts too much and I don't have much appetite. As he spoke, Hou Rui reluctantly grabbed his fork and put the fried egg on his plate into his mouth, and then forced himself to swallow it again.

The breakfast lasted about 20 minutes, and when the rest of the food on the table was removed by the maid and replaced with two cups of coffee, Captain Mulu ordered his men to bring a tray covered with a handkerchief to Hou Rui.

"This is?" Hou Rui really couldn't guess what this bloodthirsty, cruel, and perverted Captain Mulu would give to him.

"You've found what you asked for yesterday, take a look!" Captain Muru gritted his teeth with a proud tone that wasn't worth mentioning.

Hou Rui plucked up the courage to lift the handkerchief, and then saw a Kodak DC3800 digital camera under the handkerchief. Although this is an antique item from more than ten years ago, the camera is still very well maintained from the outside. Seeing what he was familiar with, Hou Rui couldn't help but happily raise his camera to play.

After a smooth boot, he found that the camera was fully charged, and there was still more than half of the space on the memory card, which was enough to use it for a while.

"Do you like it? Captain Muru took a slow sip of his coffee, and at this time he looked like a cultured African gentleman, who had no connection with yesterday's image of the hand-cutter in the skirt at all.

"I like it, thank you very much, Captain, for this gift, and now I can leave images for more Alliance soldiers. Hou Rui tried to frame the maid on the side, and the girl smiled at the camera very cooperatively, so Hou Rui simply pressed the shutter and recorded this moment forever.

"Sgt. Douglas, you can use this camera to record what the Liberators really looked like, to see our soldiers fighting, to see our farmers farming, and then to tell the people in the world who misunderstand us, to tell the Americans, the French, and the British that we are free and brave. "Captain Muru is still weaving unrealistic dreams.

"Okay, I'll ......" Hou Rui, who was about to perfunctory Captain Mulu, was checking the photo he had just taken, but when he checked the camera's memory card, he stumbled upon many photos of the family, and it was estimated that the well-dressed family in the photo should be the original owner of the camera.

But now that the camera has fallen into Hou Rui's hands, what about its original owner? Was the camera snatched, picked up, or stolen?

When Hou Rui involuntarily thought of this, he suddenly found that his fingers were stained with a lot of black powder, and when Hou Rui put his fingers in front of his eyes to take a closer look, Hou Rui recognized that these black powders were particles produced after the blood dried up, and he must have been stained when he was playing with the camera, so that it is not difficult to guess the fate of the family in the photo.

Imagining what might happen to the family of the camera's original owner, Hou Rui immediately lost interest in taking pictures, and when he put the DC3800 on the table, an Alliance soldier suddenly walked in quickly. The soldier saluted the two of them, whispered a few words in Captain Muru's ear, and then handed a palm-sized piece of paper to Captain Muru's eyes.

Then Captain Mulu stared at the piece of paper carefully, and slowly the relaxed expression on his face disappeared, his face became solemn, and he quickly stood up directly, turned his head to Hou Rui and said, "Sergeant, there is a new order, follow me." ”

"Yes, Captain. Sensing that something must have happened, Hou Rui also stood up, grabbed the camera and followed Captain Mulu out of the fortress.

It was the same big jeep, and the smell of rotting flesh still lingered in the carry, but this time Captain Mulu left the town with a huge convoy of eight pickup trucks, a convoy of nine cars and more than 50 adult Union soldiers, heading north, soon approaching the Somali government blockade.

The terrain in this area is lush hills, and the height of the hills that stretches for dozens of kilometers is only 4-50 meters, so the defense lines of the Somali government army and the Liberator Union are intertwined with each other, and everyone can launch a surprise attack anytime and anywhere in the large woods.

Finally, on a hillside where sporadic gunfire could be faintly heard, Captain Mulu ordered the convoy to stop, and then Captain Mulu, who got out of the car, led Hou Rui and Sergeant Kun and led all the Alliance soldiers into the woods.

After 40 minutes of walking, Hou Rui's group arrived at a small bandaging station in the woods, where more than a dozen wounded Alliance soldiers were being bandaged and simply bandaged, and next to these wounded were more than 20 corpses piled up haphazardly.

"Where's Sergeant Cullen, if he's not dead, come over to me right now. Captain Muru shouted at the depressed group of routs.

Soon, a Union officer with a bandage on his head and an arm hanging from his chest struggled to run over, standing tremblingly in front of Captain Muru.

"Say, what's going on?" Captain Muru asked, pointing to the wounded soldier next to him.

"Last night, the government forces shelled my position, and we fought them back, but we also lost some fighters. The wounded Sergeant Cullen hastened to reply.

"How much have you lost?" Captain Muru, who had been fighting with government forces for many years, was not so easy to fool.

"More than 40 people!" replied Sergeant Cullen in a whisper.

"What about the heavy weapons and equipment on the position?"

"The heavy machine guns were damaged and more than half of the ammunition reserves were depleted, but we managed to repel them. Sergeant Cullen, who was busy explaining, was already sweating on his forehead.

"Useless waste, you can't even defend your position, you have no value in existing. As he spoke, Captain Muru reached for the holster at his waist.

Sergeant Cullen, who had a bad understanding, turned around and ran, but he only ran two steps before he "touched" and was executed on the spot by Captain Muru. This shot made the wounded soldiers around him shrink their necks, for fear that they would also be angered by Captain Mulu. The Alliance soldiers who arrived with Captain Muru quickly ran over and dragged Sergeant Cullen's body and threw it into the pile of soldiers' corpses.

Captain Mulu, who put away his pistol, walked a few steps in place, probably thinking about countermeasures while calming his anger, and no one at the scene dared to say anything at this time, and those low-status alliance wounded soldiers didn't even dare to take a breath.

A minute later, Captain Muru suddenly pointed to an alliance sergeant and ordered: "You take over Cullen's troops now, re-strengthen the position after dark, I will transfer you two more heavy machine guns, this time we must not let the government army sneak up on us again." ”

"Yes, Captain, but ......"

"But what, you don't have confidence?" As soon as he heard the sergeant's uncertain tone, Captain Muru's hand ruthlessly touched the pistol on his waist again, and the threat could not be more obvious.

"But I only have more than 50 soldiers left on my hands, and I need more fighters. "Anyway, both horizontally and vertically are dead, and the sergeant, who was unfortunately named by Captain Mulu, gritted his teeth and told him about the hardships he faced, and no one told him to take anything to defend his position. (To be continued.) )