Almost as soon as Klinder saw the signal spot formed by the huge ship from the scanning radar, dozens of heavily armed gunmen were skillfully moving concrete barricades to the rudimentary highway on the road leading to the Tawi regional airport, setting up a Z-shaped barricade area that stretched for about two kilometers.

The warlords operating in the Tawi region have almost always clashed with each other because of their interests, and they have all made temporary peace because of their interests. So after the two warlord forces in Tawi received enough benefits, the two warlords who had fought each other did not hesitate to join forces and work together to block the road leading from Tawi to the airport.

For the same reason, it took only half an hour for two armed forces of warlords, who were no strangers to blocking roads and intercepting targets, to complete the two-kilometer-long Z-shaped barricade. On the slightly higher mounds on either side of the barricade, several Toyota pickup trucks loaded with .50 caliber machine guns and twin anti-aircraft guns also stopped in makeshift vehicle bunkers made of sandbag barriers, pointing their guns at the road.

One hundred and ten gasoline barrels were carried by one of the warlords' armed forces to the left of the barricade. The fuel, which was mixed with gasoline, diesel and engine oil, was ignited one by one, quickly illuminating the otherwise dark left and right of the road, leaving no place for those who wanted to cross the barricade on foot.

In a few off-road vehicles, apparently new, armed men with loaded guns roamed the wasteland on both sides of the road. The snow-bright pillars of light emitted by the searchlight mounted on the front of the off-road vehicle were like sharp knives, tearing the dark night into pieces.

Armed men with a hand-rolled cigarette mixed with marijuana and a .50-caliber heavy machine gun in control of the armed men glared into the darkness of the road as they swallowed the clouds and smoked in a beautiful manner. Beside the armed man holding the .50 machine gun, several other armed men carrying the Romanian version of the AK automatic rifle gathered together and happily shared the cold beer that had just been delivered to the Toyota pickup truck, which was really pleasant.

In such an unobstructed environment, the available firepower is enough to smash any vehicle trying to burst into the airport from the road to burning scrap metal in a minute. For such a simple task, the owner offered a price that was more than twice the cost of hiring on a regular basis, which naturally made the hired armed personnel happy.

As if not satisfied with the illusory feeling brought by marijuana, the armed man in control of the .50 caliber machine gun took a hard sip of the cigarette that had burned to the limit, and shouted at his companion sitting next to the car in a hoarse voice: "Who still has good goods there?" Give me some! I have money...... Look, I've got money! ”

Looking disdainfully at the companion who reached out and pulled out a small stack of twenty dollar bills from his trouser pocket, several armed men sitting next to the Toyota pickup truck shouted in response: "I have money too!" ”

"Look...... Good stuff just arrived! But I decided to enjoy it myself. If you're looking for a taste of these good things, head back to the city and find a good dealer yourself – don't be fooled by those junk stuff again! ”

In the chaotic shouting, the armed personnel in control of the .50 caliber machine gun just wanted to sneer at each other, but they frowned violently: "Shut up!" Listen...... Do you hear that? ”

As soon as they got up, several armed men sitting next to the Toyota pickup truck suddenly grabbed their respective weapons and jumped up, and quickly pounced on the bunker and assumed a posture of warning with guns!

The night wind was not strong, and even the flames in those gasoline barrels maintained an almost vertical upward momentum. In such an environment, there is no need to listen carefully, and the sound similar to a buzzer coming from not far away naturally seems unusually clear.

Pulling the bolt of the .50 caliber machine gun hard, the armed man holding the .50 caliber machine gun effortlessly pointed the muzzle in the direction from which the buzz came. But as far as the eye can see, you can't see any signs of movement in the eye?

Shaking his head in some confusion, the armed man holding the .50 machine gun reached out and grabbed the walkie-talkie resting beside him, and shouted at the walkie-talkie in a hoarse voice: "Searchlight! Give me a searchlight – there's movement in the direction of the highway! ”

After several shouts, several off-road vehicles cruising on the highway finally responded. Pillars of light shone in the direction of the road near Tawi City almost at the same time.

By the glow of the searchlight, the armed men holding the .50 machine gun seemed to see a black shadow flickering at a rapid speed near the searchlight pillar. Barely thinking about it, the armed man holding the .50 machine gun immediately pulled the trigger towards where the black shadow was moving.

In the dull and dull sound of gunfire, the green light of tracer bullets mixed with the chain of bullets pointed out the direction of the attack like a road sign. In just a few seconds, almost every armed man hiding behind the bunker made of sandbags pulled the trigger from his gun in the direction indicated by the tracer bullet.

The sound of gunshots like popping beans suddenly turned the silent night into a lotus pond in early spring. At the point where the impact point was relatively concentrated, the smoke and dust raised by the large-caliber machine gun bullets rose two or three meters high, and then turned into clouds of smoke, obscuring a large area illuminated by the pillar of light.

In the blink of an eye, the .50 caliber machine gun that was the first to fire had already emptied a chain. And in the next ten seconds, the gunshots that were originally like bursting beans gradually stopped. With the help of the searchlight light, almost every armed person who was staring at the impact area and changing the magazine or chain at the same time saw another black shadow the size of a calf in the hazy smoke and dust!

Without an order, another round of almost frantic strafing was unveiled again. And the searchlights, which were almost concentrated in one area, began to move slowly apart, trying their best to trace the shadows that flickered in the darkness. But no matter which direction the light of the searchlight shines in, but there is no way to find the dark shadow that makes everyone's hearts palpitate?

Once again, the .50 caliber machine gun, which had emptied a chain, stopped firing with some reluctance. The steaming heat coming out of the barrel made the armed men operating the .50 machine gun have to tear their voices and shout: "Change the barrel!" Bring me the spare barrel! ”

Almost as soon as the roar began, a pillar of snow light from a searchlight coincidentally locked onto a shadow hidden in the darkness. Although the distance was a little far away, most of the armed men saw the appearance of the black shadow in a shadow!