In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight shone on the African continent, and the remaining reinforcements slowly opened their eyes and looked at the battlefield not far away.

The stumps, dried blood, and hovering vultures were a different kind of sight, and the birds of the sky joined in the hunt, and occasionally some wild beast sneaked out of some corner and took an arm or something else.

"How many people were killed last night?"

After a general glance, the tank frowned: "There are about a hundred people, it should be about one hundred and twenty people, but they are all black, Alexander They seem to have killed a few Japanese!" ”

"Alexander, report on the results!"

"Boss, only two corpses are seen!"

"So little?"

"Someone else may have fallen into the sea!"

The remaining reinforcements stretched their waists, and it was not comfortable to curl up in the field all night, but there was no way, and now they were in a stalemate, and they had to stay vigilant to prevent being attacked by someone.

"Let the base send some food, those blacks won't let them go out, pay attention, our equipment situation can't be leaked! Tank, you take people to replenish some ammo! ”

"Good!"

And in the lion's camp, there are now some small movements, the closest group of Japanese to Mogadishu has arrived at the camp, but the number is not much, that is, more than a dozen, the previous mission in Somalia, just after the completion of the rush.

"Captain, is the opponent difficult to entangle?"

Saburo Sakai nodded: "The opponent is more difficult than we imagined, and the scale seems to be not small, now we know that they have at least fifty or more people, at least five tanks, and about ten mortars, the caliber is more than sixty millimeters, other than that, there is no other information!" ”

"Then why don't we ask somebody about it?"

Saburo Sakai shook his head: "I've also thought about this method, but it's a pity that it's useless, the base on the opposite side is very tightly defended, our people can't get in, and their people don't come out, no one knows what their strength is!" ”

And at this moment, an exaggerated convoy drove to the edge of the camp, with armored vehicles at the head, plus several trucks of soldiers, a balding black man wearing sunglasses, out of a jeep, followed by two black thugs.

"Lord Farah, why are you here!" Saburo Sakai didn't know Farah yet, but Malati did, and immediately walked in front of him and asked respectfully, on the territory of Somalia, you can know no one, but you must not know Farah, because you must have seven aunts and eight aunts who died at his hands or under his hands.

This tyrant ruled Somalia for a time when he killed at least a few million, mostly because he looted international aid supplies.

"I'm here to see my artillery!" Farah smoked a cigar, looked around, and when he saw the bombed-out artillery position, he wrote the word unhappy all over his face!

"My lord, your artillery was blown up by the group of white people on the other side, we, we ......"

"Well, I know, Tár, send someone over and tell the people on the other side that they destroyed my artillery, and they will either compensate me or go against my Farah!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Saburo Sakai: "This is the mercenary you hired?" It doesn't look like much! ”

The translator next to him whispered to Saburo Sakai what Farah meant, Sakai Saburo, who was choked by Farah's words, looked a little ugly, but he didn't break out on the spot, mixed with the African continent, he must know this African warlord who has been in the limelight for a while recently, with a polite smile on his face, he bowed: "It's our problem, our Sakura Mercenary Group, we will definitely solve this problem!" Mr. Farah, if you have any needs, you can also come to us, we will give you the best price! ”

"You guys solve this problem first!" After Farah finished speaking, he flicked the ash of his cigarette: "What about your heads, the lion should be called a sick cat now!" ”

"Here, Mr. Farah, come with me!"

Marati didn't dare to have any nonsense, and took Farah to the lion's tent, and the lion also decided to fight to the end in the past two days, so he lived here with his men, but there were a few beautiful women to accompany him, and the life was quite comfortable.

"Mr. Farah, why are you here?" Suddenly woken up, the male lion was still angry, but after seeing Farah, he immediately coaxed, with a flattering smile, and quickly got dressed.

"I got the aid you asked for yesterday, someone will send it soon, I'm here to get the mine now!"

"No problem, as long as the equipment arrives, I will immediately bring someone over and mine it to you!"

"Good! Gear is coming soon! ”

About ten minutes later, several tanks drove up, and the tank driver drove the tanks to their destination, jumped straight out, and one of them had a brief chat with Farah before leading them away.

Soon a few more cars drove over, dragging large-caliber artillery behind them, these are all things brought by the United Nations peacekeeping forces, some of them were captured before, and some of them were eliminated by themselves, anyway, these things are actually not worth anything at all, but after being sold to the lion in Farah's hands, they are two mines, which is enough to see how much money the middlemen make and how much money they make.

After seeing the tanks and artillery, the lion finally had a smile on his face, and now he wanted to go directly to kill the remaining reinforcements, but Farah stopped him and threw him a document: "This is your opponent's information!" ”

"Huh?"

The lion opened it and looked at it for a while, it was some basic information about the war mercenary group, and finally shook his head: "Mr. Farah, there must be something wrong with this information, they can't only be six people, there are dozens of people we have seen!" ”

"Looking back, this is the predecessor of the War Mercenary Group, the two members of them have bought a lot of good equipment and recruited a lot of people in Russia in the past year, there is no specific data, but it is certain that they have at least ten tanks, sufficient weapons and ammunition, and most of the ones who came down from the port that day were their arms!"

"What do you mean?" The lion instantly understood what Farah meant, originally this was the lion's personal problem, but after Farah saw that there were so many arms in the hands of the remaining reinforcements, he also wanted to come over and take a bite of fat, after all, in Africa, arms are hard currency! Worth more than the dollar.

"I want seventy percent, thirty percent for you, and my people will also come to help you, this time I won't take your money, what do you think?"