Arles was agitated now, his face gloomy as he kept moving around the castle's makeshift command center. www.biquge.info From time to time, he would look at the LCD monitors on the wall. It has everything going on around the castle. It's clear on the display screen that everything is so normal.

But Arles was just restless, as if something deadly was about to happen. Arles trusts his instincts, even if it's a mistake, to make others laugh at it. But if it's true...... That could be lifesaving. Above all, Arles was never wrong with this feeling.

"Let all those who take turns to rest enter the first level of combat readiness, and increase the patrol squad by three. All are irregular patrols, and the routes they decide on their own. Arles pressed the walkie-talkie and said in a deep voice: "Tonight...... I feel that something is not quite right, and everyone is in good spirits. Be careful! ”

Soon, a voice came from the other end of the intercom: "Understood! Boss, we'll be careful. If there's anything, we'll report it right away. Squads of vultures, chains and barrels are already preparing. You can rest assured that we will definitely pick ourselves up. ”

Arles hummed, then continued to look at the monitors on the wall. Beside him was his lieutenant and the intelligence officer of the Hell's Scythe. The two glanced at each other, looking at Arles' gloomy face, and neither dared to speak first.

It was at this time that the intelligence officer's satellite phone vibrate. He picked up the phone with a frown, walked outside the door and picked it up. Arles and the adjutant turned a blind eye to this, and the intelligence officer had a lot of phone calls. It is usually an outside informant who gathers the information and then provides it to him.

Sometimes, it was someone stationed at the service station who specialized in buying intelligence who collected information about the Hellsickle and resold it to him. There have always been many such things, and Arles and his lieutenants have become familiar with it.

"Chief, my informant has discovered something strange......" After a long while, the intelligence officer of the Hell Scythe walked back with a frown and said in a deep voice: "Snowman, spear, white ** ghost...... and so on several excellent mercenary groups, almost at the same time lost contact. But their intelligence liaison and brokers are still ......"

Seeing the intelligence officer frowning, he said in a deep voice to Arles: "There is information that shows that the time of their disappearance is very similar. And someone has seen them in Africa, and it seems that they are planning some kind of big operation. But the exact situation is not clear, but my informant thought it might have something to do with us, so he reported it. ”

Arles also frowned when he heard this, these mercenary groups were not afraid of any of them against Arles alone. Even if two or even three are combined, he won't feel any pressure. But if they all join forces...... Arles's brain suddenly hurt, the Hell Scythe is strong but not invincible.

They are all people one by one, and maybe the team cooperation is better than the other party's tacit understanding. Maybe the combat level is higher than that of the other side, maybe the quality of individual soldiers is stronger than theirs. Maybe the armament is better than theirs. But at the end of the day, we're all human. A bullet through the door of the head will kill anyone.

The Hell Scythe is stronger than all of them, but it's not infinitely stronger either. If people use wolf pack tactics, they have to bite the hell sickle from front to back, left and right. Even if the Hell Scythe could win, it would only be a miserable victory. The losses may be worse than the one against Russia back then.

Thinking of the battle in Russia that year, the corners of Arles' eyes twitched involuntarily a few times. Those damn mad dogs! Arles didn't know how many times he cursed them to die. But Arles never fought against the mad dogs in his heart again.

Those mad dogs really didn't bother with the Hell's Scythe again. Both sides are in a tacit understanding of mutual avoidance. It's like two wild and ferocious beasts in the wasteland, who, after a fight, find that they can't devour each other. Under the defeat of both sides, they can only lick their wounds separately.

They are constantly predating to make themselves stronger, while vigilantly and carefully avoiding each other. Because they all know that once the two sides meet next time, the end will definitely be endless. Then, both parties will try to avoid each other before the next encounter. Then recharge your batteries, until one side feels that it has gained overwhelming strength, and then the decisive battle between the two sides breaks out again.

At least, that's what Arles thought. It's not like he hasn't thought about getting into trouble with jackals all these years. But the strength that the jackal showed again and again discouraged him. After weighing it for a long time, Arles chose to avoid jackals before he was sure.

Those madmen! In order to hit the hell scythe hard, he did not hesitate to let his head and deputy head be bait. So much so that the Hell Scythe thought that this was their headquarters, so they did not hesitate to carry out the decapitation plan. The plan succeeded, and they succeeded in killing the head and deputy head of the jackals.

The plan also failed, and there was not even a single officer of the Russian army in it. At the same time, the commander of the Hell Scythe, the deputy leader, and the elite were all annihilated there. Tactically, the Hellscythe successfully completed their battle plan. The headquarters was completely destroyed, albeit at a terrible cost......

But in terms of strategic goals, they failed. And it failed very completely. The entire Hell Scythe was emptied, and the rest of the mercenary groups almost chose to evacuate when they saw this. The force supported by their benefactor suddenly collapsed and was defeated.

In fact, everyone knows that the force supported by the gold lord is actually not very effective in combat. It all relied on the money paid by the owner and these mercenaries to support the fight. Once these mercenaries retreated, they were not at all the opponents of the Russian army, armed to the teeth.

Shaking his head, Arles swept away the past that he didn't want to think about, and focused his attention on the display: "Look it up, what are they doing in Africa." But don't interfere and don't expose if you encounter a situation. After all, these things have nothing to do with us, as long as they don't involve us. We're going to focus on this right now......"

On a dirt road about a kilometer or so outside the castle, commercial vehicles with their lights turned off are slowly stopping. The door opened silently, and a figure wearing a black hood and a black combat uniform scurried out of the car, and they assembled in an extremely rapid and orderly manner.

After a silent final inspection of their weapons, they began to form themselves in formation and walked towards the bushes in the direction of the castle. By this time, the night had gradually deepened. The patrols inside and outside the castle did not relax at all. Arles' prestige was high, and his orders were carried out thoroughly.

More than 10 patrol teams patrol around the area. Every three minutes, the squads are contacted in a different code. Squads encounter each other and are immediately attacked if there is no coded connection.

Infrared monitoring equipment, as well as early warning systems and mines around the perimeter of the castle have been laid. The teams that got off the van began to slowly but surely penetrate into the castle like mercury. However, they were unable to move when they were less than 500 meters away from the castle.

Quite simply, the closer you get to the castle, the more light and dark posts there will be. Even patrol teams will encounter it from time to time. Several times, it was almost exposed. If you go any further, you will definitely be discovered by the other party. This is not a good position to launch a direct attack.

But this is the position where they have to attack. Snowman, spear, white ghost...... and other teams, one after another, entered and arrived in this area. Scattered around the perimeter of the castle. They lurked cautiously, waiting for the final signal to attack......

"Captain Bertrand, this matter is actually very simple." An emaciated white man gently twisted a cigar with his fingers. Sniffed for a moment, then used a cigar cutter to cut the mouthpiece. He was handed to a typical French man in his thirties with a somewhat square face.

They were now in a bar outside the barracks, and it was bustling with activity. But it was very quiet, and under the slightly yellowish light, the thin, pale-skinned man whispered, "All you have to do is to keep your camp moving for an hour." Don't move anything. ”

"What if there is an order?!" The square-faced Captain Bertrand said coldly: "If there is an order, can I still disobey?!" Mr. Boris, I know that your energy is strong. But I'm part of the French army, you know?! ”

The man named Boris smiled slightly and said softly: "Don't get excited, Captain Bertrand. We're friends, aren't we? Do you remember? I've helped you, your brother was having so much fun in Lyon and strangled a woman to death, and I'll help you deal with it. Look, how good it is now! Your brother is still in the military, and nothing has changed. I heard that he was going to be promoted to lieutenant, how nice it was! ”

Boris's words made Bertrand's face sink involuntarily. But seeing Boris smiled slightly, he said softly: "Lieutenant Bertrand, you don't want this expression. I'm not trying to threaten you with this, I'm not going to do that. It hurts our friendship, doesn't it?! I just wanted to tell you that we are friends. So we're going to help each other. And let both parties reap the benefits. ”

"Okay, I'll get straight to the point. You will not receive any orders, and no orders will be given. But you need to be deaf and dumb about anything that happens for a while. Don't move for at least one of your camps. ”

Bertrand's face was cloudy, and it took a while before he said in a deep voice: "What if someone attacks my camp?!" Am I not going to fight back?! ”

"No, no, no...... No one will attack your camp, they won't be attacking your camp. It's the castle. Boris smiled slightly and said softly. Bertrand's face changed: "Damn it! The castle ......."

Boris saw Bertrand's face without a trace of surprise: "No matter who the castle is, you and your battalion cannot move." For at least an hour, not moving. ”

"Then I'll be out of luck! I'm going to be removed from my job, or even killed! Bertrand's face was gloomy and dripping: "Since you know who the castle is, do you think I can remain indifferent for an hour?!" Do you think there will be no orders?! ”

Boris looked at Bertrand and said very seriously and sincerely: "Yes, I tell you truthfully and plainly: there will be no orders. Of course, you will be dismissed. That's for sure. ”

Bertrand did not speak, just looked at Boris. Seeing Boris, he quickly regained his smile: "But, we are friends." How can a friend make his friend suffer? Is your brother going to be promoted to lieutenant......"

When Bertrand heard this, his face couldn't help but change. Boris looked at Boris softly, in an unquestioning tone, and said, "He will be a captain!" ”

Bertrand's face couldn't help but soften, and Boris smiled and continued: "As for you...... After leaving his post, he will be sent to Iraq to take over the duties of some of our repatriated commanders. Ah ~ Iraq is dangerous, so your duties will be reverted to captain as a consolation. ”

"After a year in Iraq, you were assessed to be very conscientious. And he has made several achievements, so he should be promoted to ...... Major! Boris seemed to be dreaming, and as if telling a story: "The heroic Major Bertrand once again braved the hardships and applied to go to Iraq for another mission......"

After a pause, Boris smiled and said: "Major Bertrand commanded well and defeated several attacks by militants. He was widely praised by friendly forces, and a year later returned to China to report and was promoted to lieutenant colonel......"

Bertrand slowly picked up the cigar, put it in his mouth and lit it with a cigarette lighter: "I don't know what happened tonight." My camp will go out to practice in the field, and the outside world can't contact ......"

"Chirp...... Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!! "In the face of the opponent's tight defensive deployment, how should you play? The answer is: assault. No one is stupid, both sides are elite. The latent can reach a distance of about 500 meters outside the castle, which is already the limit.

If you want to go in again, you can only launch a strong attack. Rather than being discovered by the opposite side of the two sides exchanging fire, it is better to directly split the head and cover the face of the preemptive strike to give the other party a strong blow. Since it is to fight, it is naturally impossible to be polite. Someone pays for it, then the offensive weapons are naturally not bad.

In addition to the weapons provided by these mercenary groups, the jackals also provided them with weapons that they would not normally use - shoulder-fired missiles!

"Kill!" There is only one word, and the requirement is not to live a mouth. Everyone knows what they should do: kill anything that moves, no captives needed! Just like they do elsewhere......