On Route 334, Kamala sits on a cigar and sits in a Mercedes G500 bulletproof jeep, in the middle of the convoy, where the fireball in front of him scares his cigars into his crotch.

"What's going on!? Isn't it a ghost group!? He got up from the back seat in a panic and hit his head on the roof of the car, plus he was already injured, and immediately grinned in pain.

"Go back! Go back! He yelled at the driver, "I said you / give me back!" ”

Now he gets nervous when he hears the word "ghost group".

The Mercedes-Benz G500 retreated and crashed into the pickup truck behind, and the convoy behind was suddenly huddled together and couldn't move.

The convoy ahead was in disarray, gunfire erupted, and soldiers screamed as they ran.

Kamala ordered his guards: "Go down!" Let them go to the front, and don't get in my way! Also, call Aydosan over and ask him what is going on! ”

It wasn't until the car behind kept bypassing the Mercedes-Benz G500 and driving forward that Kamala finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in his seat, and quickly bounced off his seat with a scream.

"Something! Scald me! He slapped his buttocks, and it turned out that the cigar fell on the seat due to nervousness, and he sat on it again, burning his pants with a big hole.

After tossing and turning for a while, finally settling down, Kamara took out a handkerchief and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

From last night to now, he has lost more than 800 troops, of which the explosion of the ammunition depot in the base camp alone has killed and injured more than 400 people, and in the pursuit of the ghost team in the jungle, countless people have been killed by the explosion and machine gun fire, and the ghost team is like cutting straw, cutting his men one stubble after another.

From the bottom of his heart, Camara had long given up the idea of revenge on the ghost group, this account was a loss, and he even regretted reaching an agreement with Abe Shin and those people, if it weren't for these damn Japanese to let themselves attack Bo, hold the British soldiers hostage, and divert the attention of the British military, I'm afraid they wouldn't have attracted the damned ghost team, and they wouldn't have ended up in the field they are in today.

Now that the hostages are gone, and he has killed and injured so many people, even if he can really destroy this mercenary team, what benefit can he get?

As a local warlord in Africa, he understands that speculation is always the key to success, and that soldiers, weapons, and territory are his bargaining chips, and if he has bargaining chips, he can negotiate terms with those pretentious government officials.

Now he is like a gambler sitting at the gambling table, the first few games were completely lost, but he was unwilling to leave the game like this, and more importantly, he knew very well the ability of these Japanese, if he violated the agreement between the two sides, I am afraid that there would be no good fruit to eat.

The thought of sitting on the crater made Kamala's sweat drip down again.

"General!" Aidosan trotted to the car, "We were ambushed by the ghost team. ”

"Ambush?" The cheeks on Kamara's face trembled twice: "How's it going?" ”

"No problem, there are only three of them, and it won't last long." ”

"Ah......" Kamala's heart dangling in the air finally landed, and if Aydosan told him that the situation ahead was not good, then he would definitely immediately turn around and run back to the base camp.

"But......" Aidosan's face suddenly became ugly, and he stopped talking.

Kamara immediately became nervous: "But it's very!?" Still have any questions!? ”

Aidosan pointed ahead, swallowed his saliva, and said, "The Japanese team is all dead......

"What!?" Kamala almost jumped up from the back seat again, "All dead!?" ”

Aidosan nodded with difficulty, and said with great certainty: "All dead......"

He glanced at Kamala, who was covered in sweat, and said cautiously: "General...... Now what do we do? ”

Kamala was in a trance, sitting in the car like a lost soul, and didn't say a word for a long time, when suddenly, like a cat that had been stepped on by the tail, he jumped and said, "What should I do!?" What do I do?! Now you've got to kill those ghost group mercenaries first, or we're going to get out!" ”

He suddenly pulled out his Derlinger pistol, clicked the bolt open, opened the door, got out of the car in a rage, limped to the front, and cursed as he went.

"Damn the Japs! I'm going to die! This time I've really lost a lot! ”

……

In the ditch by the roadside, the king finished firing a magazine and shouted, "Change the magazine!" "He crouched in the ditch and reached for the RAV tactical vest on his chest, only to find a magazine.

He froze for a moment, then suddenly snorted and pulled it out, knocked it on his helmet, and inserted it into the M4A1's bayonet.

"I only have one last magazine left...... he said to the duke, who was crouching in front of him.

"This is also my last drum ......," the Duke cursed as he fired, "there are too many of them...... We need more firepower......"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden muffled sound, and the man fell straight back.

"Duke!" With a gun in one hand, the king crawled to the duke while firing, only to see that the duke's neck was pierced by an AK bullet, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Uh...... Uh......" The Duke seemed to speak, but could not say anything, the bullet cut the artery and trachea, and he could not utter a single tone at all.

"Duke......" The king stretched out his hand and pressed the wound hard, he knew that this was futile, and it was estimated that it would only delay the survival time of more than ten seconds.

If a bullet pierces a carotid artery at this distance, the blood will spurt out more than half of the blood in the body in half a minute, and it can kill a person in less than two minutes.

"Let's ...... Hell...... See ......" The duke desperately squeezed out a smile, tilted his head after saying these words, the scene in his eyes froze, his pupils suddenly dilated, and the person was no longer breathing.

“FUCK！” The king pounded the ground like crazy, "FUCK! FUCK”

A few meters away on the edge of the ditch, the poet looked at all this, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but soon he was like a stone thrown into the sea, and was instantly submerged by the stormy waves.

A group of soldiers, seeing that the gunfire had subsided, thought that there was an opportunity, and divided into three groups and began to move forward along the side of the road.

"You pigs!" The king picked up the M249 left by the duke and began to shoot one by one, and the rebels of the three groups, a dozen or so men, were knocked over six at once, and the others hurried into the rocks and bushes by the roadside like lost dogs.

All of them –

A few muffled sounds were heard.

"Shelling!" The poet screamed and lay down in the ditch with his head in his hands.

Several mortars also stopped test firing and fired a salvo directly, and mortar shells began to rain down.

Boom Boom Boom –

The place where the king and the poet were located was suddenly dusty and a large cloud of smoke rolled up.

The gunfire finally stopped completely.

Dozens of shells were fired, and Aidosan waved his hand to signal the artillery to stop firing: "Stop! Stop! ”

He took two steps forward, stretched out his head to look over there, suddenly remembered something, and pulled a soldier beside him, "Go, go to the front and see if the ghost team is dead!" ”

The soldier looked frightened and a little stupid, and kept cowering, and muttered, "This ...... ...... "His voice was shaking, and his legs were shaking.

Boom –

Aidosan pulled the bolt of his pistol and put it against his men's heads, "Go! If you don't go, I'll send you to God right now! ”

"Yes...... It's ......"

In everyone's eyes, the hapless rebel soldier held an AK47, swallowed his spit with difficulty, and moved towards the king's position step by step.