In the hotel where Kaduli stayed, Yang Tian had been here for three days.

"Boss, it's going over there." Lizova hung up the phone and said to Yang Tian.

Yang Tian knew what she was talking about, and Abuyira was already on the express bus to hell.

"By the way, Lizova, what time is it today?" Yang Tian suddenly remembered something.

It's not that he can't remember the date, but he just wants to get confirmation from Lizova's mouth.

Lizova thought for a while: "Boss, today is February 8th, and there are five days left before Valentine's Day." ”

The latter sentence was specially added by Lizova, Valentine's Day, it is a good day, it seems to remind Yang Tian, and it also seems to remind herself, her eyes are a little trance, and she subconsciously touches the scars on her face.

"Valentine's Day?" Yang Tian was stunned, looked up at the ceiling, but a sentence crossed in his heart.

Tomorrow is the New Year.

The Spring Festival seems to be so far away from him, everything is fine at home, whether his mother has made a good bun, and whether Erya is chasing for pocket money.

But he is thousands of miles away from his hometown, but he has to witness a bloody massacre, which has to be said to be a tragedy.

……

Kaduli's municipal axe, the municipal axe of the past, has half collapsed in the main building, but it was still chosen by Abuyira to be his own foothold.

Although this place is in ruins, Abuyirah feels that this is a symbol of power, and he is a person who likes power very much.

After the capture of Kaduli, the unbridled lasted for a long time, but Abuyira's lasted longer, and now the most he did was to buy drunk with his subordinates, and when he was drunk, he would find two more women to vent.

This is still true today.

However, the guards outside welcomed a late guest.

"General Saleh." Seeing Saleh's car, the two guards hurriedly opened the gate.

The convoy stopped, and Saleh's car was followed by three other cars, full of people.

A guard came forward, it was one of Abuyira's personal guards, stinky with the rank of major, smoking a cigarette, carrying a broken AK cross-legged, and asked curiously: "General, where are you going with so many people?" I've heard that Tagaru is going to be attacked, is that true? ”

Saleh stepped out of the car, wearing a red military cap, a clean military uniform, and his favorite gun and a golden sand eagle at his waist.

Pulling the golden sand eagle from his holster, Saleh pressed in front of the major.

Pushing the barrel of his gun against his sunglasses, Saleh grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth, raised his gun without warning, aimed it at the major's heart, and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

The huge gunfire of the golden sand eagle spread far away, and several guards in front of the door were dumbfounded, as if they had been immobilized, and looked at Saleh in surprise, not understanding where this major provoked Saleh, and was actually shot by Saleh.

Saleh didn't speak, still grinning and waving to the soldiers behind him.

Today is really a good day, the main officers loyal to Abuyirah are basically there, and Saleh can catch them all.

Some of the remaining officers, Saleh also sent special personnel to solve them.

Deal with these officers loyal to Abuyira, and most of the problem will be solved, and if any of the remaining soldiers dares to resist him, Saleh will not mind breaking his head.

More than 30 soldiers jumped out of the car with brand-new AK rifles, and several of Saleh's personal guards stepped forward and killed the guards in front of the door.

There aren't many guards for the municipal axe, just a few gatekeepers.

Abuyirah may have expected Saleh to betray him, but he didn't expect the betrayal to come so quickly, so his precautions were almost zero.

By the time Saleh found Abuyira, the dozen or so officers were still unalert.

In the spacious room, empty wine bottles can be seen everywhere, long tables are full of snacks, and weapons and guns can be seen everywhere.

Abuyira sat on the sofa with a golden knife, hugging two women who were scratching their heads, watching his subordinates play game consoles.

Many of the officers are not very old, they are only ten ** years old, early twenties, and there are even a few smaller child soldiers, leaving aside the war, they are also crazy to play at an age, a dilapidated xbox360, a few shooting games, you can play with relish.

There are also two loud speakers stacked in the corner, tirelessly playing chaotic English songs, no wonder a few people don't know what is happening outside.

"Saleh, you come...... What do you mean? Seeing the soldiers following Saleh, Abuyirah suddenly changed his tone and spoke harshly.

Abuyira is in her thirties, with a black appearance, her body is a little fat, she has a cigar in her mouth, swallowing clouds and spitting smoke, but her brows are tightly locked together at the moment.

Several officers also looked at Saleh suspiciously, not understanding what Saleh was doing with so many soldiers.

Betrayal, it didn't come to their minds at all.

Saleh's gaze swept over Abuyirah and the others, whistled suddenly, waved his hand, and turned and walked out of the room.

The soldiers standing in front of the door suddenly poured into the room, and a dozen brand-new AKs spewed out long dragons.

It's not a broken gun that has worn out the rifling and broken handle, but the new gun is still rarely jammed, and the bullet casings are rhythmically jumping, falling to the ground, and the clanging bells are surprisingly pleasant.

Screams, gunshots, scolding, broken bottles and cans, and sawdust are perfectly intertwined to form a waltz of death.

Abuyira maintained the posture of leaning over to touch the gun, a large amount of blood splattered on his broad body, and he was carried by the bullet, and fell to the side of the sofa, his eyes wide, and he did not expect that Saleh's betrayal would come so quickly.

The resistance was really small, only a few seasoned officers guarded, rolled over and hid behind the sofa, returned a few shots, but were quickly drowned out by the barrage.

The sound of gunfire continued for three minutes before it gradually stopped.

In the room, sawdust, sand, blood, and the air of blood were mixed together, and the sound of electric sparks on the TV screen, a hellish scene.

Saleh then walked into the room, waved his two wounded men out, and walked up to Abuyirah in a pool of blood.

Abuyirah couldn't die anymore, looking at the almost beaten face, Saleh grinned, and couldn't help but be a little annoyed that he didn't give Abuyirah a chance to beg for mercy.

The only fly in the ointment.

……

In the hotel, Yang Tian listened to Lizova's report on the situation of the Patriotic Liberation Front.

There were 436 soldiers trained in basic firearms.

There were originally more than 500 people, but after Saleh killed Abuyira, he carried out a bloody purge, and more than 100 soldiers who resisted were killed, and this betrayal storm was calmed down, and Saleh completely took power.

Among these soldiers, they are generally about 20 years old, young and middle-aged, but there are about 100 babies and baby soldiers, but there are still no children of 11 or 2 years old, and the youngest is 15 years old.

Among them, the real veterans, that is, the soldiers who have survived from the establishment of the Great Patriotic Liberation Front to the present, according to Lizova, are probably only about one hundred and fifty.

To put it simply, it's a lack of exercise.

On the battlefield, Lizova, who has been strengthened by cells, has no problem killing ten by herself.

The more soldiers, the better, and of course the more elite the better.

The mercenary soldiers who were in Shatawi also rushed to Kaduli one after another, and were arranged by Yang Tian to start training.

Saleh didn't object too much to this, he also knew the importance of soldier training, and a group of special forces from Pylokov were in charge of training, and they would only raise their hands to welcome them.

Now Saleh and Yang Tian are still in the sweet period, but they don't care too much about Yang Tian's actions, whether they have the intention of setting him up.

Of course, Yang Tian didn't have that much spare time to play with his heart, as long as Saleh was enough to do his duty, Yang Tian would not choose to move him.

In terms of weapons and equipment, all AK rifles, which are durable and easy to handle, are particularly common in Africa, and almost everyone has one in some war-torn areas.

Others, mixed with some sporadic other guns, such as G3 rifles, AKMS and the like, and even, even the domestic Type 86 and Type 95 are also available.

In terms of heavy weapons, there is a bit of a complication.

RPGs, this thing is essential, and there are a lot of them, and Lizova has roughly counted them, and there are hundreds of them.

The heavy machine guns, all of which are technical modifications, are welded on pickup trucks for easy movement, among which the Deshka 12.7 mm heavy machine gun is the mainstay, and there are also a lot of M2HB.

There are about forty such modified vehicles, which seems to be a lot, which is equivalent to a battalion of soldiers equipped with more than 40 heavy machine guns, but the crux of the matter is that this thing is too easy to get in Africa, and it is very cheap.

No matter how heavy the weapon is, such as a mortar or something, you can't expect it, and even if you have it, few people can control it.

However, to Yang Tian's surprise, there were two B10 recoilless guns, which were also welded on pickup trucks, which were simple to control and barely powerful, but there was no surplus of shells.

Now the base camp of the Patriotic Liberation Front is in Kaduli, and as soon as Abuyira died, he was also disconnected from the tribe that originally supported him, and he was relatively present.

Kaduli is in ruins, with no economic base to speak of, and few basic necessities.

Saleh also has no idea of rebuilding at all, logistics and supplies, everything is mainly looting.

And all this is the basic team of Yang Tian to fight the world.

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