"Mercenaries, are we involved in any incident?" asked Hou Rui subconsciously. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info After being silent for a while, the elf continued to speak: "It doesn't matter if you tell you in advance, the goal of this mission is a team in Blackwater, and we want to assassinate a person and destroy a facility under their protection." ”

"Blackwater!" As soon as Hou Rui heard the word, his mind began to quickly recall information about this private security company with the leadership position in the mercenary world. But the more I thought about Hou Rui, the more nervous I felt, after all, it was much more difficult to deal with a team composed of all veteran special forces than to fight miscellaneous guerrillas and militia.

Hou Rui was still thinking nervously here, but the drone was still hovering above the heads of the two of them. It wasn't until 3-4 minutes later, presumably sensing that no valuable targets had been found on the surface, that the drone began to climb to altitude and slowly returned the same way. When the "buzzing" sound in the sky completely disappeared, Hou Rui and the elf got up from under the camouflage cloth.

"Do you want to catch up and take a look?" Simmer's face was covered with sweat, but Hou Rui didn't bother to wipe it.

"Forget it, it's better to gather the group first. With that, the elf began to hurry.

At dusk, the elf kills a hare with a single shot, and this becomes a dinner for the two. After a brief meal, Hou Rui and the others continued on their way, and finally came across a nomadic family camp of 2-30 people around midnight.

Hou Rui watched as the elf skillfully conversed with the leader of the camp in Arabic, and then exchanged one of the packages in his satchel for a sumptuous reception and a small tent to shelter in.

When the two of them were enjoying the fragrant wheat cakes and roast mutton, Hou Rui's mouth stuffed with food asked vaguely, "Is this also an organized caravan?"

"How is it possible, this is an ordinary nomadic family. ”

"And how did you get all this food and tent?"

"Make a deal. ”

"Is that the package just now?"

"Clever. ”

"What's in there, bundle of dinars?"

"In these African countries, fiat currencies are almost the same as waste paper, and if you want to trade with people, you have to use hard currency. ”

"What hard currency? gold or dollars. ”

"It's opium bricks. After the elf gave the answer, he ignored Hou Rui's question, and when he was full, he went into the tent to seize the time to rest, but when he was waiting for Rui to finish eating and was about to get in, there was a sudden roar of the engine of a high-powered jeep in the dark night.

The small camp panicked instantly, and after a thoughtless shout, 8-9 adult men of the nomadic clan took up their weapons and followed the leader into the prepared bunker, while the women, the elderly, and the children all hid in the largest tent.

"Robbers again?" looked at the faint headlights in the distance, Hou Rui asked depressedly, and was just about to sleep well after a day of walking before being disturbed.

"It's the troops, the robbers won't make such a big move before the attack starts, and besides, most of the robbers in the desert are on horseback, and only the Western forces can have a large number of vehicles to maneuver. "The elf who got out of the tent had already set up the SVD nearby, facing the direction of the jeep convoy in the distance.

One minute later, a squad of armed Humvees spray-painted with bear's paws and academi on the front hood rushed into the camp, and about 20 heavily armed Westerners quickly dismounted, formed a circular queue, and illuminated the small camp as if it were daylight with their headlights.

Looking at the Gatling gun on the roof of the Humvee and the M16 in the hands of the armed men, the elf decisively said to Hou Rui: "The two of us can't deal with these guys, let's retreat first!"

"But what about these herdsmen?" Hou Rui said as he looked at the back of the leader who was negotiating from afar, thinking that the elves would consider staying, and at least give these people some help if necessary.

But Hou Rui guessed wrong, the elf's two eyes, one green and one gold, were full of indifference and numbness: "When I have leisure, I don't mind firing a few shots, but when there is danger, I will definitely protect my life first." As for you, if you are willing to stay, I will never interfere. With that, the elf quietly retreated from the rear to the outside of the camp by relying on the black shadow cast by the tent.

After much hesitation, Rui finally caught up with the elf, and the two of them slipped towards a nearby sand dune together. Because he was in a downwind position, Hou Rui could also roughly hear the conversation between the Blackwater mercenaries and the camp leader during the retreat.

"I warned you, no one, no one is allowed to enter this area. A big man with a New York accent shouted.

"This is the land that Allah has given us, this is our country, why are we not allowed to pass by, why are we not allowed to camp?" the leader was still arguing.

"Here we have the final say, Allah does not care!"

"You are blasphemy, damned infidels, and the wrath of Allah will come upon the earth and burn you for eternity. ”

"Maybe, but you won't see that day anymore. ”

"What are you going to do? I tell you that we will not give in, we will continue to follow in the footsteps of our ancestors, we will continue on this trade road, my sons and grandsons will continue to go down, and each of us will not give up the gift of Allah." The leader shouted righteously, but the few Blackwater mercenaries standing across from him slowly retreated to the Humvee's side and began to exchange ears.

"It's the second time this week and we can't stop them every time. A strong man holding an M16A4 said.

"Since these camel drivers keep warning, then we will kill them, and naturally the rest will not come any closer. Another guy wearing red tactical gloves and holding his shoulders said viciously.

"Will there be trouble?"

"Whatever, this country is now a ****, who cares about the lives of others. ”

"Alright then, move faster. ”

“ok!” As soon as he finished speaking, the guy holding his shoulders stood in front of the camp leader again: "I'll give you one last chance, roll out of this area with your camel, and never come back." ”

"This can't be!" shouted the leader, waving his fist.

"That's up to you. The gloved guy said as he put one hand on the leader's shoulder, and then he took the leader into his arms, and the dagger in the other hand was already stabbed into the leader's stomach.

"Do it!" Almost at the same time, the strong man with the M16A4 yelled into the walkie-talkie, and then he shot down one of the bodyguards next to the leader with his gun, and then both the Gatling on the Humvee and the M16 in the Blackwater mercenary began to strafe together.

The men in the camp were half knocked down as soon as they saw their faces, and the rest panicked back into cover and began to fight back with sporadic fire. It's a pity that in the face of well-trained mercenaries, the resistance of armed civilians is too weak, and the men in the kung fu camp are defeated in the blink of an eye.

Hou Rui, who was slipping away, heard the sound of gunshots, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that a Gatling machine gun line swept straight across a camel kneeling on the sand, and in an instant, the camel's huge body was torn to pieces by the powerful bullet, and the camp man hiding behind the camel was also directly stopped and shot in two.

In just a few tens of seconds, the gun-wielding men in the camp were slaughtered, and when the small camp was quiet again, the Blackwater mercenaries had already driven into the center of the camp slowly, searching for possible remnants of opponents. After a while, when they found the largest tent, two strong women rushed out with small scimitars, but as soon as the Gatling on the Humvee rang, the two women immediately turned into broken corpses.

"Machine guns, kill everyone inside. The red-gloved guy yelled at the heavy, and then when the Gatling guns began firing back and forth at the big tent, the other mercenaries had already dispersed and began to ransack the small camp.

......The muzzle of the Gatren machine gun, which has a rate of fire of more than 3,000 rounds per minute, turned sharply, and countless bullets pierced countless bullet holes in the tent......

Ten seconds later, Gatling stopped firing, but the big tent with the main pole broken had already collapsed, and the huge tent had become a pile of slumped rags, all of which were littered with the corpses of women and children.

"Hey, you greedy guys will go and loot later, gather the corpses first, and we'll take care of the aftermath. The red-gloved guy shouted as he took out a flamethrower from the back compartment of a Humvee, and when a mercenary lit the muzzle with a metal lighter, the red-gloved guy immediately spewed out a raging flame and set the pile of corpses piled up in the camp ablaze.

In an instant, the fabric of the big tent was also ignited, and for a while, flames 2-3 meters high burst out, forcing the guys in red gloves to retreat a few steps, while those Blackwater mercenaries continued to turn back to the camp to rummage through the belongings, or they were watching around the fire.

After a while, the pungent smell of burnt human flesh wafted into Hou Rui's nose, and just as the angry Hou Rui struggled and hesitated to go back to avenge those innocent people, the elf suddenly pulled Hou Rui, and then pointed forward with one hand, making a gesture that he found a threat ahead.

Pressing the anger in his heart, trying to calm his mind, Hou Rui reluctantly looked forward, and he knew that it was at the high point of the sand dune, and a Humvee had already been ambushed there, blocking the evacuation route of Hou Rui and the elves.

"Let's do it with them!" Hou Rui had already let go, a little bit of a broken jar.

"What's in a hurry, survival is the most important thing, drilling sand. After the elf finished speaking, she first raised the face towel to cover her mouth and nose, and then she rotated the body of the SVD gun in her arms, so that the muzzle of the gun was pointed at her feet, and the whole person lay on the sand dune with her back face up, and began to twist her waist and back non-stop, so she squeezed the sand under her little by little, and burrowed into the ground like a snake.