"Good luck!" The Irishman patted Qin Tian on the shoulder.

Qin Tian nodded in response as he pressed the bullet into the magazine.

The Irishman is Qin Tian's best friend, a classmate Qin Tian met when he was studying in the UK.

At the same time, the Irishman is also Qin Tian's introducer, otherwise Qin Tian would not know that there is such a world in this world.

However, Qin Tian didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, the only thing Qin Tian was sure of was that he had lived in this world once in vain.

"Good luck!" Inserting the magazine into the gun, Qin Tian bumped his fist with the sunglasses that walked by.

Sunglasses respond with a smile.

Sunglasses is a retired special forces soldier and a veteran bird of the "Spartan" mercenary group...... A mercenary group always needs several fighters with particularly good combat qualities as instructors, and their task is to train new rookies to become part of the team in a short period of time, and Sunglasses is one of them.

In other words, he was Qin Tian's instructor.

"Good luck!" Sunglasses raised her head at the captain a few meters away as she inserted the pistol into her holster.

"Good luck!" The captain replied.

He glanced at Anderson, who was at a loss for what to do, with an embarrassed expression.

The captain is in charge of the mercenary group's business, and he will identify which tasks are outside the mercenary group's ability and then rule them out, because of this, the "Sparta" mercenary group, which only has about two dozen people, has survived until now.

But this time...... The captain felt a little sorry for his teammates who trusted him, because he had been deceived by the guy who didn't seem to cause any trouble on the surface.

But the captain didn't say anything from beginning to end, because "life and death are fate", and this is what every member of the mercenary group learns on the first day.

At the same time, the captain also knows that apologies cannot do anything for life.

After a moment's hesitation, the captain asked the others, "Are you ready?" ”

"Yes, sir!" Everyone replied in unison.

"Remember!" The captain said, "Don't stop until you drive the car into the river, understand?" ”

"Understood!"

"Get in the car!"

As soon as the captain waved his hand, the team members divided into several teams and got into their own pickups.

Pickup trucks are standard for militants in African countries, not only because of its oversized trunk that can be easily converted into a machine gun mount, but also because it can even be retrofitted with a light rocket launcher.

It became famous in 1987 because of the "Pickup Wars...... Gaddafi sent nearly 10,000 troops, more than 300 tanks and more than 60 fighter jets, but he was stunned that there was nothing he could do about the hundreds of Chadian armed forces in modified pickup trucks.

Of course, this is limited to Africa and the Middle East...... The poor military quality of the armed forces in Africa and the Middle East makes it difficult for their tanks and fighters to hit fast and agile pickups, which can rely on their speed to get close to the enemy, strafe enemy infantry with machine guns, and bombard tanks with anti-tank rocket launchers.

After this war, pickup trucks have become the standard configuration in these weak areas, and it can almost be said that "where there is war, there are pickups", even mercenaries are no exception.

The engines of the six pickup trucks roared like six horses about to rush towards the enemy.

FOR THE SPARTAN, THE PICKUP TRUCK CAME STANDARD WITH THREE PEOPLE: A DRIVER TO DRIVE, A RIFLEMAN TO SHOOT OUT OF THE WINDOWS IN THE BACK SEAT, AND A MACHINE GUNNER TO USE A 12.7MM HEAVY MACHINE GUN IN THE REAR COMPARTMENT.

"Hey, wait!" Seeing that Anderson was about to get into the car, Qin Tian stopped: "You got on the wrong car!" ”

"I know!" Anderson glanced at the captain on the other side and said, "But I can't hope that the person who is going to kill me will keep me safe, can I?" ”

Qin Tian set his eyes on the captain.

The captain smiled and said, "Let him be, it doesn't matter anymore!" ”

As he spoke, he got into the pickup truck and slammed the door shut.

Qin Tian was a little reluctant to let Anderson get into the car, and then explained: "At any time, lie down and listen to my orders, understand?" ”

"Understood!" Anderson replied, got in the car and sat down, and then responded: "Thank you very much!" ”

The Irishman in the driver's seat laughed: "He's in love with you, Qin!" ”

"Shut up!" Qin Tian responded: "You should pay attention to the enemy, otherwise they will also fall in love with you and give you a close touch with a bullet!" ”

The Irish burst out laughing.

"Ready!" The miniature walkie-talkie came the captain's order: "Go!" ”

With a "boom", several pickup trucks rushed out like wild horses that had broken out of their bodies.

Intense gunfire rang out almost as soon as the pickup truck left the village, with occasional whistling of bazookas and mortars.

Of course, because the pickup did not turn on the lights, the targets of bazookas and shells mostly fell on the villages.

Qin Tian held his rifle and fired a three-shot shot out of the window...... He knew there was an enemy in that position, because the tail flame of a rocket was pointing there.

It was difficult to hit the enemy on the up-and-down pickup truck, but fortunately, a scream from the darkness made Qin Tian confirm that he had hit his target.

"Two o'clock!" The Irish shouted, and at the same time turned the steering wheel slightly to the right to show the two o'clock position in front of Qin Tian.

Qin Tian did not hesitate, raised his gun and fired two points to bring the two enemies who rushed up to the ground.

The difference between mercenaries and local armed forces is that:

The mercenaries know how to cooperate, just like the current Irish and Qin Tian do, the moment the body is sideways towards the enemy, the gunner follows and shoots, they are like a whole, a war machine gun that can exert its combat effectiveness to the greatest extent possible.

And the local armed ...... More often than not, they just aim and pull the trigger, and some don't even do the aiming maneuver, they just shoot in the direction of the big one.

This is one of the reasons why small-scale mercenaries are able to survive in Somalia, with a well-trained team of a dozen men easily pitting hundreds or more local forces.

"Ten o'clock!"

Hearing this voice, Qin Tian did not hesitate to draw his pistol with his left hand, and fired out of the window one after another...... Space in the car was limited, and the rifle could not turn quickly, so the gunner in the back seat of the pickup truck had to learn to fire the bow left and right.

An enemy holding an AK47 was immediately knocked to the ground, and in the light of the cannonballs, Qin Chuan could even see a bloody arrow rushing out of his head.

The heavy machine guns on the pickup truck also rang out, and the roar of "boom boom" was accompanied by the crisp sound of the cartridge casings being thrown against the central roof, and the sand was lifted like a column of water, mixed with countless screams.

At this moment, the captain's voice came from the headset: "I'll hold them back, you guys keep going!" ”

"Captain......" the Irishman asked, confused.

"I know!" The captain replied, "But we can't go!" ”

Qin Tian looked back, and the car of the captain of the dark squadron had stopped to the side, and one side was slightly tilted, obviously there was a problem with the tire.