The buffalo watched coldly as the man in front of him jumped up and down for a while before he opened his mouth to say something. Then he threw off the man, and without looking back, he walked towards the Iron Arm. The man still looked extremely angry, and howled loudly at the buffalo's back.

It's a pity that the buffalo didn't even bother to turn back. Iron Arm heard the man's scolding, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but outline a smile: "Hey! Man, looks like you've got a headache! If you go back, you may be complained. At that time, a part of the commission will be deducted. ”

"Fack! A lot of times I really want to just shoot these idiots! The buffalo was in a very bad mood, grinning hatefully: "I'm really fed up with these idiots who don't know anything about the battlefield at all, can these idiots find a better way to kill themselves?!" Don't drag me down! ”

Iron Arm and Bald Man heard the buffalo's words, and couldn't help but burst out laughing "hahahaha......ha". The price of stability is to pay more. Compared to them, the current PMC of the Buffalo is of course more secure. At least in some areas of absolute war, they don't haunt much.

The places they will go and stay will be less intense than the conflict. However, their degree of freedom is not as high as that of the Iron Arm, and many times they have to face and protect a group of idiots. Especially this group of idiots, many of them still like to send or find death.

Take the one the buffalo is facing now, and he's pretty good. At that time, the buffalo was ordered to do a consultant training and arrived in the local area to have a look. A battalion of hundreds of people used rusty old AKs from the eighties, and this bullet was not enough.

The buffalo was about to cry at that time, and reported to the hirer several times that they should at least send a batch of usable firearms so that they could be trained. As a result, the other party chirped and hummed for half a month, and sent a batch of M16 and AK47 that couldn't even pull the bolt.

In this regard, the other party also demanded that the buffalo need to train a group of mountain soldiers within three months. The buffalo almost carried his own gun and rushed into the other party's headquarters and shot his employer. How do you train this mud horse?! Broken guns, no bullets. The "soldiers" of the first vote did not even have special military uniforms.

I don't know where to pick up the green clothes with faded patches, and hang them up as military uniforms. One battalion says there are several hundred people, but there are less than two hundred people in the camp. A man with two yellow muscles and lean muscles was malnourished, and the buffalo even doubted that it would not be a problem for him to knock them all over with his bare hands—and it was.

After entering the camp, he roughly tested it, and these "soldiers" basically blew down. Every day, their food is an unknown weed near the camp and some omnivorous paste. Don't say eat it, the buffalo feels like it can spit it out on the spot when it is cooked.

So the buffalo was desperate to turn down this stupid, damn bullshit consultant training assignment. If it weren't for the fact that the forces behind the employer saw that the situation was not right, they directly allocated a batch of materials to come over. The buffalo will simply abandon the mission. He is a man, not a god. It is impossible to conjure up a bunch of food, drink, and take-out weapons and equipment out of thin air, and then train a group of malnourished soldiers with less than 200 soldiers into a qualified battalion of mountain soldiers in three months.

There are less than 200 people, and Dingtian is a reinforced company. There are less than two people, where can the buffalo conjure people out of thin air?!

"Those guys, they should be ready to launch." Iron Arm didn't answer the conversation and threw a can to the buffalo. The latter was not polite, and directly took out a folding spoon and scooped up the beef inside and ate it, and said vaguely: "It is estimated that it will have to wait for a while, maybe it will be launched in the middle of the night." ”

The bald man nodded in agreement: "The Slavs are not idiots either, they must have sensed that something was wrong. Now it's up to them to see who is better between them. Shall we...... Just watch the show well, and never move when we come out. ”

"Let the brothers come alive, maybe we'll be moving when we are." Iron Arm smiled and said in a low voice: "I just hope these Slavs can hold on, those things can't be lost." And the people in their convoy, if something happens, someone gets a few people to go back......"

Get a few live mouths back, that's a big event. Those people are not fully anti-torture, as long as the other party uses torture. There is a good chance that they will spit out everything they know, and then the Slavs will be the first to suffer. Jackals don't matter, these low-level people don't know much about jackals.

I don't even know what I'm here for this time. But their convener, for sure, is KGB's. As long as this is confirmed, some people can make a big fuss. When the time comes, the Slavs will appear extremely passive. If their strength is forced to retract, it is not good news for jackals either.

"Let's hope they hold on." The buffalo ate the canned food in three or two bites, and stuffed it into the glove box next to the car: "Medicine and medicine don't die of disease, if they really should die, it's useless for us to do anything." Just keep it. Besides, isn't the boss not allowed us to be exposed easily?! ”

The buffalo didn't receive the message, but as a power on the surface, he would not easily reveal his relationship with the jackal. At least on the surface, they don't have anything to do with jackals. This is the fundamental point that almost all jackals maintain on the bright side.

In order to make sure that when there is a problem with the jackal as the main body. These branches of them are also able to survive the strength and support the jackals again.

In the distant sand dunes, the moonlight was thrown on the sand dunes. The breeze was gently blowing, and the sand was lifted by the wind. And under the raised sand, almost invisible figures squirmed gently. Yes, they are squirming. Very gentle.

Even if you walk a few dozen meters in front of them, you won't notice that someone is squirming here. Because their movements are very small, and they are covered by the sand that has been raised by the wind. Even the drones flying in the sky were unaware of their presence.

I can't tell how many of them were, but little by little they began to appear around the convoy of Slavs below with a bonfire. In the moonlight, a smell of rust and blood began to slowly condense......

In the distance, the two convoys were frantically rushing against the wind and sand. The men in the convoy closed their eyes in the carriage to recuperate. It can be seen from the hands in which they hold the guns tightly. These people were extremely nervous, and they were in combat mode.

Far away from here, outside the city of Ajdabia, Hou Dasheng drooped his eyelids and roasted sausages boredly. Behind him, as always, stood the silent hound......