Tonikov leaned against the edge of the door, staring at Bancroft diagonally across the doorway, who was holding an RPK in one hand, playing a drum, and kneeling down to strafe the stairs coming up.

The "World Famous Painting Mona Lisa's Smile" hanging on the wall has its face mutilated by bullet holes.

There was a rebel in front of him who ran very fast, and his head was exposed, and he was directly swept away like a watermelon, and rolled down the stairs heavily.

The rebels were startled and talked loudly in slang.

Then, after a moment of silence, several smoking grenades were thrown in a parabola.

Bancroft turned around and leaned against the wall, and around this corner, it was difficult for the debris to fly 90 degrees, so it was relatively safe.

Tonikov wanted to take advantage of this gap to maintain firepower, but as soon as he poked the gun out, Tong Kong's eyes suddenly widened, and he saw his chest cavity sucking, and shouted in a lost voice, "RPG!

！ ”

"Hugh..."

The whistling of the tail wing was harsh in the confined space.

Tonikov threw himself into the house, Gao Jun dragged him back a few meters by the head, raised his head, and was horrified to see the rockets flying through the door of the corridor, as if to say hello.

A few seconds later, after hitting the wall and a loud explosion, the entire hallway suddenly became much cooler.

It's transparent!

And the rebels took advantage of this time to kill directly, Gao Jun and the other party stared at each other, the other party was also startled, and hurriedly turned the muzzle of the gun, and Boris, who was standing on the bed, directly killed the other party.

"Bancroft! Fire suppression! Tonikov yelled.

Gao Jun suddenly found that they should be equipped with radios, otherwise they would basically rely on shouting to communicate, which is a characteristic of African troops.

Hearing his roar, the American old man shook his head, clutched his chest, and sweated in pain, the shock wave of this rocket was quite severe, and according to his experience, the ribs were not broken but also cracked.

Just as he was about to get up, he heard a rapid gunfire behind him, and Evgeny was holding a submachine gun and firing it, with his mouth half open, like Rambo, sweeping as he went.

Four or five rebels in the corridor were killed on the spot, and he stood at the door, "Tony, we are going to occupy the firing point and wait for reinforcements here, will the government troops definitely come when they hear the news, and now there are rebels down there!" ”

Tonikov looked left and right, pushed a table into the corridor, walked about four or five meters to the front, put it horizontally in the middle, and when he bent down and ran back, he signaled Bancroft's machine gun to be set up three meters behind, as long as someone came up, it would definitely be blocked, and if they didn't push it away, it was a target!

On the battlefield, you have to use your brains flexibly.

It is rare to rebirth the era of relying solely on individual force to dominate the battlefield, and in this kind of local war, it is more evident that weapons and team combat qualities are more reflected.

Rambo?

Can you find a man like him in American history?

But you'll find a way, and so will the rebels, and they noticed that the fire in the corridor was fierce, so they threw a few Molotov cocktails into it, and the whole corridor was ignited in one fell swoop, and the pungent stench was a bit of a brain.

"! Black dogs can also use their brains? Gao Jun covered his nose, took off his shirt and shirt, tore it into several pieces, and then took some water and handed it to Tonikov.

But there are not enough people at all, so you can't take off your underwear, right?

"When you go out later, bring some gas masks!" Gao Jun yelled at Boris and pointed to his head, "Remember to remind me!" As he spoke, he tore off his suit pants worth hundreds of dollars.

Boris glared.

"See what?"

"Boss, your SpongeBob SquarePants has a bit of a big head!"

"Fuck you!"

Gao Jun scolded and tore the suit pants hard, but the quality was really good, and in desperation, he could only use a lighter to tear a seam, and then pull hard to tear it open.

Gao Jun had a trouser leg on his face and opened the windows.

At best, this incendiary bomb will create a little smoke and trouble, and if you want to kill it, it will be almost dead.

There was no combustible material in the hallway.

You think everyone is an "accelerant" in the planting industry.

Only a few corpses smelled of burning.

Gao Jun looked at his watch and looked anxious, "What about the government army?" Is this support still coming? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a fierce gunfire outside the window!

Boris trotted over, crouched in the corner and looked out, and saw government troops in military uniforms coming in armored vehicles to shoot at the rebels.

"Sir, support is coming!"

Gao Jun leaned over and saw that the rebels below were fleeing in the desert, he raised his head, and as soon as he came up, he saw a shuttle of anti-aircraft machine guns on the armored car.

The 30-centimeter-thick wall was almost pierced, and he was so frightened that he sat on the ground with hair standing on end and his scalp tingling.

"Don't look up." Boris hurriedly stretched out his hand and said.

What do you call government troops, do you think they really keep the peace? They are defending their rule, bullets don't have long eyes, and if the rebels storm the official residence and kill the president, they are official.

What do you think?

This is Africa!

The government forces quickly drove away the rebels and reoccupied the hotel, where the rebel flag, which had been erected in the middle, was quickly lowered again, and the official Senegalese flag was put up again.

A group of heavily armed members of the Senegalese Special Response Team walked up the steps armed with M16 assault rifles.

"Yuri, American, American (fake passport)" Gao Jun shouted with his passport in his hand, and threw it over, and the person on the other side opened his eyes and motioned in English for them to lay down their weapons.

"The official language of Senegal is French, but almost all government officials can speak English, and there are many people who have gone to school.

In fact, the selection requirements for special forces are very high, such as the GRU special operations team, which requires you to have a university diploma, between the ages of 22 and 28, and then be proficient in two foreign languages, in addition to the Chinese language, from here, you can enter the pre-selection group, and then physical training and technical and tactical training.

African Special Forces...

It's also very hanging.

At the very least, people don't need to wear makeup at all in the dark, as long as they don't smile, it's hard to spot.

Of course, this is a discriminatory joke.

The selection process for the South African Special Forces RECCE, sometimes referred to as the "ultimate challenge", is considered one of the most difficult special forces selection courses in the world. As their motto interprets: we are not afraid of anything but God, and in a border war, the first to die, and the last to die in a border war, came from the 1st reconnaissance regiment.

There are also the Algerian Special Intervention Group, the Tunisian Army Special Forces, the Nigerian Armed Forces Special Forces...... Many have real combat experience.

And the results are impressive.

Of course, a few hostages die once in a while, which is within the death standard.

Gao Jun obediently raised his hand.

His mind is not confused, can he even fight with the government army?

Senegal was his burial place.

Three special soldiers came over and pressed him against the wall, and Gao Jun shouted, "Light, I want to see your commander!" ”

They saw the RPK machine guns on the ground, and the corners of their eyes twitched, and the weapons of these people were very powerful.

Bazooka launchers dropped on the ground were also seen.

I felt that this was not an ordinary group of Americans, and hurriedly ordered someone to "escort" them, of course, the weapons were temporarily seized.

When he came out of the hotel, Gao Jun couldn't help but take a breath of air.

It's full of gunpowder particles.

"Damn, the air in this place isn't fresh at all, I'm going to Mauritius for a vacation when I'm done!" Gao Jun muttered.

The soldier in the back slammed the butt of a rifle on his shoulder blade and told him not to speak.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Lincoln also worked as a legal adviser to the underworld back then.

"Sir!" A soldier ran towards the armored car, saluted a lieutenant colonel, and then pointed at Gao Jun, muttering a lot.

The lieutenant colonel turned his head, his thick eyebrows and big eyes, at first glance, he looked like a good face for the usurpation of the dynasty, he held Gao Jun's passport in his hand, opened it and looked at it, "Nicholas. Yuri? ”

"Yes, sir."

"What are you doing in Dakar?"

"Come to business, I'm a businessman."

"A merchant with a light machine gun?" The lieutenant colonel was not very satisfied with his answer.

"I'm selling light machine guns, that's my goods, it should be normal for me to take them with me, right?"

Feeling teased, the lieutenant colonel frowned, and said in disgust, "Another war vulture!" ”

"No, no, no, I'm legal, I have business dealings with the U.S. government, I have a good reputation, and I don't sell weapons to children under the age of 16." Gao Jun said firmly.

The 16-year-old Mao boy can't afford to pay.

What if you pay for it?

Then you're not 16 years old anymore.

Proof of identity?

No, no, no, it's not accurate.

"I see that they have very few weapon styles, just an assault rifle? Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, this is not in line with the status of special forces, I am willing to sponsor 40 Makarov pistols, you can rest assured, pure Soviet goods, not rotten goods in the black market, those bastards, but no noble blood. "Gao Jun is a more social cow, even if it seems to be under the fence now, he has to say a few words of sales.

The other party was stunned by this.

It's not like he hasn't met an arms dealer.

It has been nine years since the Casamance Diura ethnic group proposed independence and armed rebellion in 1982.

The ants on the road were even crushed to death by bullet casings!

When the war broke out, thousands of warmongers poured in, and they were like hyenas, tearing this piece of carrion clean, and in the same way, this problem could have been solved by peaceful negotiations, because of the addition of-stirring sticks, it could not have become peace!

The peers are much more experienced than Gao Jun.

In 1985, the government army was about to negotiate with the Casamance Diura tribe, and even brought in elders and others from other tribes to witness it.

But that very night, a group of militants dressed in Senegalese military uniforms raided their hotel, killing all of them.

Oh no!

Even afterwards, the government troops had to kneel down and swear to God that they had not done it, but not everyone in the rebel camp wanted peace, and they rekindled the war under the banner of revenge.

Behind every dollar...

It's all covered in blood!

"If I could, I would like to sponsor a certain number of weapons for the special forces every year, which is a gift from the United States." Gao Jun deliberately put the word "United States" in his voice, and did not say that it was his own intention.

It is to let the other side stick themselves and the US government together.

In this era of lagging information dissemination, it is easiest to be a liar, have you ever heard of water turning into gasoline?

This era is crazy!

Sure enough, when the lieutenant colonel heard this, his eyes froze, and he looked at Gao Jun like this, and the latter put on a very confident look, and a word appeared in his head: agent!

There are many agents of various countries in Senegal, France, Britain, Germany, etc., and some of them even call it a military advisory group.

And there are some companies that are honest and open to deal with people, these are open secrets.

Americans'... Agent?

How is it Asian?

But the thought swirled in my head and vanished.

I have to say that the war of US hegemony still shocked his prestige and contributed to the "American dream" of many people.

Of course, if you don't meet the few organizations that like America the most.

"Can I meet General Nubia?" Gao Jun wanted to see the other party's leader.

As soon as the lieutenant colonel was about to refuse, he felt a ball of banknotes stuffed in his hand, and looked down at a pinch of dollars!

"I'm sorry, I came in a hurry, and I have less cash with me, you help me report it, and I will have labor payment afterwards." Gao Jun said in a low voice.

"Hehe..."

"Mr. Yuri, not every country's soldiers will be corrupted, there are also people who are willing to live for their faith!" The lieutenant colonel said sternly.

Gao Jun's face froze.

What's the matter, Lao Tzu's luck won't be so bad, right, has he encountered this kind of uprightness?

This is even less than meeting a woman from a good family in the red light district.

The most annoying thing is talking to these people with a bottom line.

Just as Gao Jun's mind began to spin rapidly, and he began to think about how to persuade the other party, he heard the lieutenant colonel say, "Those soldiers are very cheap, how much am I worth as a lieutenant colonel?" ”

"I want money, money, money!"

Damn it!

Just know, can dogs change to eat?

How can patriotism be present in Africa?

It is rare to hear of generals in Africa who have died in the line of duty, and their ultimate goal seems to be to accumulate wealth and coup d'état, with the cousin overthrowing the cousin and the nephew overthrowing the uncle.

The whole of Africa is bustling.

"Absolutely! How about $1,000? Just put my name up and I'll give it to you, and if you're accepted, I'll give you another $500, and if you make a business, I'll give you $3,000! ”

The lieutenant colonel was very satisfied with the price given by Gao Jun.

That's right.

This money is worthy of the rank of lieutenant colonel.

Climb up on your own...

Just for this time!

As for whether it will be done?

He is in charge of the special forces, and he knows that there are people above him.

……