"I don't think these blacks have the guts to touch it!" Lao Fu looked around, and after finding that there were no black people peeking, he found a tree and sat down slowly, saying so much to himself, I don't know if Yu Yang can listen to it.

I don't know if I like to nag when I'm old or what, Lao Fu once told Liu Hao, but Liu Hao didn't listen to it, he still gets drunk and dreams every day, I hope Yu Yang can listen to it.

Yu Yang sat not far from Lao Fu, looking down and thinking, he was indeed a little floating, he was very arrogant during this time, if Lao Fu hadn't saved his life just now, he might have returned to his hometown.

Yu Yang's mind flashed the scenes that happened during his time, whether it was in the task or in reality, it was too smooth, so smooth that he swelled to the point where there was no one in his eyes before he knew it, if it wasn't for Lao Fu's reminder, he might have ......

Time passed little by little, Yu Yang kept recalling the past in his mind, his eyes slowly changed, and finally slowly stood up and looked at Lao Fu: "They are here, let's go!" After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked behind him, dozens of black people ran to the vicinity of the battlefield: "Instructor, we are here!" ”

The black man looked nervous, holding his weapon, bending over, just like the devil who entered the village and was very frightened by the attack of the Eighth Road, touched it little by little, his eyes turned around, observing the surroundings, and he was afraid that three big men jumped out of the surrounding grass, and shouted: "Demacia!" ”

"Alright, we've all beaten them away! You clean up the battlefield, leave four people behind, pay attention to the situation around you, and if the enemy attacks on the opposite side, use this signal flare immediately, you know? ”

After Yu Yang finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the direction of the retreat of the M23 militants in the distance, Yu Yang already had a bad premonition in his heart, maybe this time it was not easy, there may be a vicious battle waiting for him today.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much, what kind of fighting power can this group of black people have?" Yu Yang said something to himself, but quickly slapped himself: "Black people have no combat effectiveness, and they are also people with guns!" ”

After Lao Fu Palace, the two people slowly withdrew from the grove, and the dozens of black people sent over looked at the corpses on the ground: "Are these people killed by our instructor?" God, they are so powerful, two people killed more than forty people, how did they do it? The black man who took the lead swallowed and looked at the corpse on the ground with a look of disbelief.

In the eyes of black people, killing people with a gun is simple, but it is also difficult, killing people at close range is very simple, you can shoot directly with a gun, once you want to kill a person with a gun more than 20 meters, it is very difficult for black people, after all, the range of faith shooting is only a few meters effective.

"Let's clean up, there are a lot of weapons here, we should be ours when we pick them up, and the enemy will come up again!" After the black man finished speaking, he began to pick up the weapon, and the speed was very fast, compared to the time they walked over, it took less than half the time to run back, and even faster than Yu Yang and Lao Fu.

"What's wrong? The M23 militants are coming? And how many of your sentinels sent out? Yu Yang grabbed the guy in the lead and asked curiously, he had never seen these black men run so fast, much faster than when they were training.

was pulled by Yu Yang like this, and the team leader who took the lead remembered Yu Yang's order, and touched his head embarrassedly: "Instructor, the people from M23 didn't come, we are retreating, I'm sorry, instructor, I forgot, the four of you went to hide in the place just now, if the enemy attacks again, you will send a signal, do you hear?" After the officer finished speaking, he looked at Yu Yang, afraid that his instructor would be angry.

Yu Yang let go of him a little helplessly, the speed of this group of black people retreating was much faster than the speed of their attack, and there was no way, the talent for escaping was full, and it was impossible to run fast if they wanted to.

Yu Yang and Lao Fu retreated to the city, Hei had already gathered at the agreed place, Yu Yang glanced at it, and found that there seemed to be a part of the people missing.

"What about the others?" Yu Yang nodded, there were at least ten people missing, and his face immediately became bad, damn this group of black people, after winning the battle, several people ran away, I don't know what these black people think.

"Instructors, they, they ......"

Yu Yang waved his hand: "Forget it, just run, run away, you all remember their names, give me their names after the battle, they are dead, I say it again, escape from the battle, maybe you run away now, but you all have military status, after the battle is over, I will send you the list of escapees, the consequences I think you should know!" ”

After Yu Yang finished speaking, he began to check his ammunition, this Hademen still has a little conscience, and sent two base ammunition, four magazines were used just now, and there are quite a few, and a low-intensity battle can still last.

Ten kilometers from Bukavu, a convoy was moving rapidly, starting with two Humvees, five white people in a car, sitting in the car smoking and drinking, and laughing loudly from time to time.

"Head, isn't it too much for us to go to Bukavu? In case it is known to the peacekeepers, we ......! After a white soldier finished speaking, he looked at his captain with some concern, after the emergence of the international anti-mercenary law, the large mercenary groups have been successfully transformed into military contractors, and only some free mercenaries or small mercenary groups operate.

The living space of these small mercenary groups in Africa is becoming smaller and smaller, like rats crossing the street, and they can only move in a small area to take on some tasks in war-torn areas, such as the Congo, and they generally dare not come over.

The captain of the Angel Mercenary Regiment is nicknamed Dukao, and he uses a fake name, and the name of any mercenary is a fake name.

Born in the Russian Vympel, he participated in the second Chechen war, but after being discharged from the army, he committed a serious crime in Russia and absconded to Africa.

"Hamster, your guts are still as small as ever, rest assured, this time you don't need us to make a move, the current defenders of Bukavu are only a few hundred people, we have more than a thousand people here, as long as there is a charge, you can take it down, we don't have to show up, as long as it takes another week, our task will be completed, three million dollars of diamonds, enough for us to be free for a while, rest assured!"

After Dukao finished speaking, he lit a cigar for himself, and began to think about how he should spend the money after it was over.