In the room of the earthen wall bungalow, Song Xiaoshuang and Liang Li discussed for a long time because of their different ideas from Harisi, and Harrisi finally decided to kill and injure the armed members of the extremist rebels who might attack to the maximum extent according to Song Xiaoshuang and Liang Li's proposal, and effectively preserve their own strength.

Harrisi concentrated several mortars and had the mortar crews calibrate the firing elements in advance, with the intention of dealing with possible members of the extremist rebel forces.

Originally, Harrisi did not plan to use mortar bayonet tactics at close range in the village, so that Liang Li's mercenary squad could directly participate in a possible battle, but Liang Li directly refused, saying what weapons the tribal armed detachment led by Harisi had, how many tribal warriors there were, etc., implying that Harisi could fight a fierce battle even if there was no mercenary squad.

After Liang Li said how many mortars his armed detachment had, Harisi was really shocked.

Those mortars were placed in the basement and tunnel reinforced with wooden planks, guarded and used by the tribal warriors, and there was not a single mortar visible on the ground, Harrisi understood that it was Song Xiaoshuang, who looked ordinary but was actually a wizard, and used a special method to know the details of the activities of the people in the basement and tunnels!

As the commander of the tribal armed detachment, Harisi set up several undercover posts a few kilometers away from the village, but there was no guard post near the village.

Soon, Sima Yuru, who stayed on the top of the gentle mountain two kilometers to the south, watching the village and the river valley, received the agreed communication signal from Song Xiaoshuang with a communicator, as the leader of the temporary mercenary team, Sima Yuru, although he is rich in military literacy and is still an intelligence officer of the military intelligence system, but he can't compare with Liang Li at all when he plays tricks.

When a few hundred meters away from the big tree at the entrance of the village, Sima Yuru saw through the telescope that a convoy clearly armed by the extremist rebels suddenly appeared in the col behind the village, and drove straight to Pingba Village.

Sima Yuru didn't have time to wonder if Song Xiaoshuang had just used a communicator to contact her about whether the appearance of the extremist rebel forces was a coincidence or some other reason, and led more than a dozen male and female mercenaries to get off the car at a speed next to the big tree at the head of the village.

More than a dozen mercenaries, including Sima Yuru, hid their bodies to avoid the high-altitude armor-piercing bullets fired by the armed high-altitude shooters of the extreme rebels.

No one expected that the tribal armed detachment would also use mortars to fire rapid fire and extended barrage shelling at a distance of several hundred meters; in a very short period of time, the mortar shells fired after the pre-calibration and firing of Zhu Yuan were like dumplings, forming an artillery blockade line on the flat sandy land of several tens of meters to more than 100 meters next to the big tree at the head of the village, and all the off-road vehicles and pickup trucks within the range of the artillery blockade were blown up by the shells, and the armed convoy of the extremist rebels instantly lost dozens of armed members.

In fact, the shelling directly crushed the armed convoy of the extremist rebels, and the remaining dozens of armed members of the extremist rebels had long lost their arrogance, jumping off the blocked off-road vehicles and pickup trucks, rushing along the dirt road towards the col when they came, and at the same time pulling the trigger of the AK74 assault rifle in their hands in cover backwards, firing point shots and strafing!

Hundreds of tribal warriors with scarves and robes rushing out of the village in their hands, armed with original AK74 assault rifles in their hands, rushed out of the village in battle formation, firing at the extremist rebel militants in the smoke of gunfire, while shouting all kinds of inspiring slogans.

Sima Yuru had already fired a grenade fired from a grenade launcher attached to an assault rifle, killing two members of the extremist rebel forces, and was about to join the mercenaries to join the counterattack against the extremist rebel forces, but was stopped by Song Xiaoshuang.

When the gunfire of the counterattack of the tribal armed detachment of Pingba Village subsided, the mercenaries of the xxx military contracting company were collecting all kinds of food and canned food that could still be eaten on the damaged off-road vehicle, Song Xiaoshuang's performance of a box of canned food without a lid made Sima Yuru feel very unhappy, Song Xiaoshuang said that there was no extra food in the village, which made Sima Yuru feel a little better.

Hearing Song Xiaoshuang say this, Sima Yuru was about to rummage through the scattered compartment of the off-road vehicle to see if there was any well-packaged food, when he noticed a Tuareg man in his forties with a full beard, a sweatshirt and trousers, and a tactical pistol holster on his waistbelt, walking quickly, and seeing that the man was the commander of the tribal armed detachment.

Sima Yuru heard the commander speaking Arabic, Liang Li's voice was low in Song Xiaoshuang's ear speaking Chinese as a translator, Sima Yuru secretly shook his head and thought that this guy Song Xiaoshuang was a strange contradiction complex!

After a brief greeting, the bearded commander stretched out his palm to Sima Yuru and said in Arabic in a calm tone: "I'm Harisi, the commander of the tribal armed detachment!" ”

"Sima Yuru, an employee of XXX Military Contracting Company!"

Sima Yuru stretched out his right hand, and when the palm of his hand was divided from Harisi's palm, he spoke in Arabic unhurriedly. According to what was said in advance, Sima Yuru would only say that he was an employee of a mercenary company.

"My clan fighters have captured a few extremist rebel fighters, these people are not natives at all, some only speak French or English, even if they are caught, they are arrogant and uncooperative, and I will leave the interrogation of these extremist rebel fighters to you."

Harrisi watched Sima Yuru speak Arabic unhappily, although it was the first time he had seen Sima Yuru, some of her qualities made Harrisi feel very good, and subconsciously handed over the interrogation of the armed members of the extreme rebels to Sima Yuru.

After the two women made eye contact with each other quickly, Sima Yuru looked at Harisi who was waiting for her reply, and said in Arabic in a low voice: "Harisi, there is not much problem with the prisoners handed over to us for interrogation, do you want to do it afterwards?"

Hearing what Sima Yuru said, Harisi seemed to remember some bad past, the muscles on his beard-covered face twitched, his expression changed several times and then regained his resolute expression, and he said in Arabic in a low voice: "Although our Tuareg tribe has been a fierce and warlike tribe since ancient times, it is not a damn extreme rebel army, if they (she) cooperate a little and say what we think is valuable information, they can wait for a while before they are released, if they refuse to cooperate, you can do whatever you want!" ”

"Harisi, do you mean there are women among the captives?"

Sima Yuru looked at Harisi, although the light in Harisi's cunning eyes flashed when he spoke, but Harisi's words obviously contained a female member of the extreme rebel army, the nerves in Sima Yuru's mind quickly tensed, and he whispered Arabic quickly, wanting Harrisi to speak in detail, if it is difficult for the tribal armed detachment to deal with a few male and female captives, Sima Yuru does not mind using special means.

"Of the four captives, only one Libyan man in his thirties, the other three were women in their twenties, and when you see them, you will know what is going on! Well, I'll have to go see the seriously wounded, well, a few captives are locked up in a bungalow, and the old lady who smokes under the big tree at the entrance of the village is a wizard and is very respected, and the captive can ask her where she is! ”

Harisi spoke Arabic quickly, and under the somewhat disdainful gazes of Sima Yuru and Liang Li, he hurried away towards a mud-walled bungalow in the village.

In order to get valuable information from a few captives as soon as possible, Harrisi noticed that Liang Li and Sima Yuru could help, so he handed over this hot potato to Liang Li and Sima Yuru to deal with.

Seeing Harrisi slipping fast, Liang Li, who was still wearing a stand-up collar robe, shook her head, and gestured quickly, because a few people were talking just now, and scattered more than a dozen male and female mercenaries nearby, led by the black mercenary Alfs and the white girl Eliza, left with guns in their hands.

Next to the tattered and scrapped off-road vehicles, only Song Xiaoshuang and Liang Li in robes remained, as well as Sima Yuru wearing a desert training uniform tactical vest and carrying a modified AK74 assault rifle diagonally.

"Dealing with a few women in the armed forces of the extreme rebels, we need to do it there, Song Xiaoshuang, you will scare people when you stand in front of them, isn't it, Liang Li?"

Seeing that there were only three of them nearby, Sima Yuru spoke Chinese in a low voice, intending to kick the ball of the interrogation captives to Song Xiaoshuang, in Sima Yuru's opinion, if he interrogated the female captives, it was difficult to guarantee that there would be no possibility of being caught, after all, women were a little unskilled, but Song Xiaoshuang was different, in his eyes, people are people, rarely divided between men and women, in order to achieve a certain purpose, Song Xiaoshuang always behaved very strangely, and the interrogation work led by Song Xiaoshuang should have gains.

"Sima Yuru, you're right, it's most appropriate for Song Xiaoshuang to lead the interrogation of female captives, just help translate the language on the side."

Song Xiaoshuang really felt a little speechless, but he didn't refute the words that Liang Li and Sima Yuru sounded like that, after all, Liang Li and Sima Yuru would still be staring at the point

In a mud-walled bungalow in the village, the light was a little dim, a two-meter-long wooden table lay in the middle of the room, a white European woman wearing a sweatshirt, long pants, long brown hair with blue and black eyes coiled behind her head, sitting on a wooden chair next to the wooden table with special capture ropes tied to her hands and arms, looking coldly at a man, two women and three Asians sitting opposite the table, her face gradually became excited, she stood up suddenly, and spoke in French quickly: "No matter who you are, don't think about finding the gold products of the Songhai Empire!" ”