Blocked all the way!

The Nigerian base camp was destroyed and attacked by the Nigerian rebels, Xiao Yuanchao and Xing Zhengrong rushed to the most chaotic Somalia with everyone. But on the way there, they were constantly attacked by various armed forces.

These armed forces, large and small, are everywhere along the way. The larger ones have hundreds of people, and the smaller ones have only a few dozen or even a dozen people. And all the armed forces are local and are especially familiar with the terrain.

In other words, every step Xiao Yuan took towards them, every time he rushed to a new place, he would be attacked by local militants. There are endless ones, and they have to be faced at any time, and no matter how fierce the red murderers are, they can't afford this kind of fighting in turns.

The 12 men of the African Round Table began to exert their strength, and they used their weapons to make all the militants in their path work for them. And these armed groups, lured by weapons, don't care who the other side is, just know that killing them can get a lot of weapons.

After all, as far as many parts of Africa are concerned, with weapons you have confidence, and with weapons, you can protect your own villages, protect your own people, or rob, kill, and expand your territory.

The Red Warriors, who had left Nigeria and entered Cameroon, took a short break in the rainforest.

The surrounding trees and bushes were covered with dark sentinels, and the rest of the people rested in a small clearing in the middle.

It's been half a month, and they don't dare to take a smooth road at all. Because on a flat road, it is impossible to face an all-round attack. I was forced to walk in the primeval rainforest.

But even if you walk through the primeval rainforest, you are still staring at it and constantly engaging in encounters.

This is not their home, but the home of those local armed groups. Each militant is a skilled rainforest hunter, and they have a wealth of experience in the rainforest.

Sneak attacks, ambushes, pursuits...... All the tactics in the rainforest are used by these militants. After all, this is the place they are most familiar with, fighting in the most familiar place, and always occupying the right time and place.

Chased and beaten, forced beaten, assaulted...... After half a month, almost everyone was exhausted.

The reason why I am tired can be seen from one person: Hou Xiaolan.

No matter when and where, Hou Xiaolan, who is always chattering, is lying on the ground in a large font shape, and falls asleep. Guns were thrown aside, bulletproof helmets were thrown aside, and half of beef jerky was still in his mouth.

She was so tired that she couldn't speak and went to sleep, others can imagine.

"It can't go on like this." Ding Dong raised his head and looked at Xiao Yuanchao with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Her eyes were filled with worry, and the attacks she encountered along the way were completely unexpected. It's not that the militants are crazy, it's that wherever they go, there is always a group of militants who can follow them as fast as they can.

This break was also exchanged for a sophisticated monitoring system, and I don't know how long I can rest.

In addition to this, there is a big problem, they are always consumed. Although the rainforest is full of food, it has almost run out of ammunition and equipment for observation, reconnaissance, and surveillance.

If you continue to walk, you can only rely on people to monitor. After all, the scope of human surveillance is limited, and when the militants follow them, they are left with a short time.

Xiao Yuanchao pursed his lips and looked at the monitoring equipment in Dingdong's hand. It was the monitoring equipment of the miniature reconnaissance planes, and the two miniature reconnaissance planes flew in two directions, front and reconnoitre, to ensure that they would not be attacked by a sneak attack.

These are two tight shelves, and I don't know when it will be knocked down by someone's rainstorm, and I don't know when it will fail. The humidity here is too much, and there are too many uncertainties.

"Where are you now?" Xiao Yuanchao asked.

His eyes were also bloodshot, and he was also full of worry, more pressure than Ding Dong. He has to be responsible for everyone, even if any one dies, it is his responsibility.

Because he is a red murderer, and all the people around him are fierce soldiers who believe in themselves.

"Central Cameroon." Dingtone replied.

Central Cameroon, far from Somalia.

Entering Somalia from Nigeria requires passing through Cameroon, Central Africa, Congo, Uganda, Kenya and finally Somalia. The road is almost entirely rainforest, and if you follow it this way, you don't know how long it will take.

They were unable to fly, they were unable to take straight roads, and they were forced into the rainforest by the militants. Because only in the dense rainforest can you hide from attacks from local armed groups.

Other than that, there's no such thing as a good way.

"Difficult." Xing Zhengrong made a hoarse voice and said to Xiao Yuanchao: "It's better to continue to divide the troops into two roads and converge in Somalia." ”

Dividing troops is definitely the best choice right now. When separated, it becomes two goals. Although the forces were weakened, the two targets became inconspicuous.

Xiao Yuanchao pursed his lips stiffly, looked around, stared at the exhausted murderers, and finally set his eyes on Xing Zhengrong.

The non-stop fighting along the way brought the battle between the two of them into a cease-fire phase completely. Now is the critical moment of unanimity to the outside world, and whether or not Shun Lì can survive is the key key.

But the battle between them was instructed to temporarily shut down and did not mean the end.

The most urgent thing now is to come up with a plan to get rid of the endless stream of armed elements and enter war-torn Somalia. As long as they can enter war-torn Somalia, they will be like fish in water!

Xiao Yuanchao took out a cigar and put it in his mouth, and slowly smoked it.

"Hiss ......"

The tobacco burns violently and makes a hissing sound.

But as soon as he took two puffs, Xiao Yuanchao immediately snuffed out the cigar and waved his hand to fan the smoke.

The noses of those militants are more sensitive than dogs, and the characteristic aroma of cigar smoke is clearly captured by them.

"It would be nice if Shen Muzi was here." Xing Zhengrong sighed and said: "If she is here, she will definitely be able to find the best way to avoid our current problems." ”

Xing Zhengrong didn't dare to make adjustments, and Xiao Yuanchao didn't dare to make adjustments either, because once adjustments were made, no one knew what the consequences would be.

Xing Zhengrong thought of Shen Muzi, and when he mentioned Shen Muzi, Xiao Yuanchao also nodded.

Everyone has seen Shen Muzi's ability to talk on paper, whether you accept it or not, she just has that ability.

"She's gone." Xiao Yuanchao said.

"No, there's no way she'll be able to leave!" Xing Zhengrong stared at Xiao Yuanchao and said, "You can let her go, but others won't let her go!" ”

Hearing this, Xiao Yuanchao's brows furrowed slightly, and then he let go suddenly, revealing a glimmer of hope in his eyes. R1148