As a safe precaution, they did not take direct action, but conducted a series of reconnaissance raids, and as they approached the camp, they found a number of observation posts, which were cleverly machined, all hidden in a huge canopy, with improvised wooden huts built on them, which were difficult to detect.

This is the largest drug production base under General Mino, and it is also one of his main sources of income, although it is in the rear, this has also adopted a fairly tight defensive means, under the years of war, the soldiers here are extremely vigilant, and if you want to pass through the control area of these secret posts, you still need to be careful, even if you are a jungle warfare master like Heavy Punch and Ghost, you don't dare to be careless.

"It's already the eighth, how many dark sentinels have these guys set up in the woods?" The ghost cautiously retreated from the front, apparently taking a detour.

In the woods, they found a lot of paths that had been trodden out, which were supposed to be the routes for the sentinels to change their guards or to exercise provisions.

In the process of advancing, they found that as long as it was a little easier to walk, all the secret posts were arranged with dark posts, and these dark posts had a very wide control range, as long as there were large numbers of people approaching, no matter which direction they came from, they were within the monitoring range of these dark posts.

It took a long time to find and avoid the outposts, but they managed to find a safe route, and as they approached the barracks, they spotted the frequently patrolling mobile outposts patrolling along the outskirts of the camp.

A large poppy field in the distance has bloomed and emptied, and there is a strange fragrance in the air, and the two of them circled around the camp for half a circle to the back, compared to the front, the air here is filled with the smell of dung, and you can hear the pigs crowing, it should be the pig farm of the camp, the two climbed up to the top of the tree and looked down, and sure enough, they saw the pigpen inside, I really don't know how Asker, a cultist, has lived in this kind of place until now.

Further inside, there are rows of improvised warehouses and large barracks, and behind them there is a large orchard and a large vegetable garden.

It didn't take long for them to determine the location of the wooden building where Aske was located, near the middle of the camp, half-surrounded by the barracks, so to speak, quite safe, and they could only sneak inside through the orchard behind and the camp inside, except through the poppy fields.

The two kept a detailed record of the situation in the camp, including the distribution of the building, the patrol time, and the changing of the guard of the sentinels.

The next morning, the camp began to slowly become lively, the soldiers began to practice, the most basic around the camp weight running circles, then physical training, queue training, tossing for nearly two hours before the end, breakfast is in a vacant lot on the north side of the camp, a large row of simple tables and chairs made of wooden planks is the dining table of the soldiers, and then the camp factory started, the soldiers here not only have to hold guns but also work, ordinary days really begin.

Roughly calculated that there were about 500 people in the entire camp, and most of the soldiers here went to their posts after completing their basic training, collecting grass and feeding pigs, taking care of orchards, planting vegetables, repairing barracks, transporting raw materials from factories and disposing of garbage that was transported, basically doing everything, and it was close to noon that Asker finally showed up again, this guy walked around the camp, watched the workers work, and seemed to have nothing to do.

"I really don't know how he got to this place, he's almost searched the whole world to find him, and he's hiding here." The ghost held up the binoculars and reconfirmed Asker's identity.

"These are two completely different worlds from where he was supposed to be, and no one would have thought of it, so it's absolutely safe for him here, but it's almost over because we're here." Heavy Punch re-observed some details of the camp and made detailed notes to prepare for the follow-up action.

"This is a production team, not a combat team, so it shouldn't be so difficult to deal with." The Ghost begins to doubt the combat effectiveness of this army.

"They have all fought wars, they have been fighting against government forces for decades, and they are not so easy to deal with." Heavy Punch still retained the necessary caution, though he also despised such an army.

"At least four-fifths of the soldiers here have to work, and only a few who are in charge of guarding don't have to work." The ghost kept staring at the barracks next to the wooden tower, where the soldiers who came and went with guns were completely different from the other soldiers who were working at work.

"There's got to be a little bit of security, you can't all work without regard for safety, these people should be a team dedicated to security, you see these guys are much better than those who do the work, in comparison, they can be considered tall and strong." Heavy punch also glanced over there.

"Is that considered tall and strong?" For this word, the ghost shadow is quite unimpressed, Southeast Asian countries are generally relatively short, in his eyes these people are like children who have not grown up, in fact, a large part of this army is teenagers.

"Don't look at their inconspicuousness, they don't even blink an eye when they kill people, they will exterminate the entire village of some aliens, men, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled are all killed, and the women are captured and taken back as military prostitutes, this is a primitive society with guns, barbaric." Heavy punch said.

At this time, several trucks drove into the barracks, and dozens of half-year-old children, most of whom were in their teens, were ragged and their eyes were full of fear.

"This is a forcibly enlisted recruit, basically all of them are captured, engaged in labor in the early stage, little by little trained to kill without blinking an eye, the warlords here are cruel and cold-blooded, and robbing underage children is the only means for them to replenish their troops." "This is a hell on earth." ”

"There are places all over the world, the more backward the place, the more obvious it is, the more it reflects the ugliness of human nature, and the warlords in Africa are even better than here, they force their children to kill their parents, they shave their faces, they use drugs to control those children, and they are forced to become the most brutal killing machines." The ghost stared at the children who were being beaten by the soldiers.

"Lucky my children live in the civilized world, at least not to face such killing and bloodshed, compared to heaven they live." The heavy punch couldn't help but sigh.

When a boy who could not bear the beating tried to escape, he was shot dead by the guards and the officer at the head ordered his men to hang the body, pointing to the corpse and shouting at the remaining children, as if to warn them not to try to escape, and the children stopped crying and screaming, but just lay on the ground and shivered.