Divisional strike is not a difficult word for Zabi to understand, as one of the few awakened people who studied in Europe, Zabi has always been dismissive of tribal vendetta and tribal conflict.

Even before joining forces with Shepard, he had tried to unite other tribes in the hope of joining forces and accomplishing great things, but it was clear that none of the tribes he sought could achieve great things, either because they were frightened by the sweep, or they had betrayed the cause and become lackeys of the Portuguese.

And now, his joint cause seems to have a new hope.

"So what should we do now?"

"Pull a faction, fight a faction, kill the chicken and show the monkey!"

Shepard's first target was the Ba-Congo tribe in the central oilfield region, who had close relations with the Portuguese, the chieftain, a middle-aged man in his forties, with six wives, and almost two-thirds of his tribe's young men serving in the servant army, and the rest working in the oil fields.

Of course, although it cooperated closely with the Portuguese, the tribe was not very good, except for a few middle and high-ranking people, most of the common people were equivalent to abject poverty, although they sat on the oil fields, and received a fraction of the income, but all this money was used by the chiefs for their own luxury.

At a young age, he already owned a luxury European villa of 400 square meters, as well as a limited edition sports car from Europe, and the Portuguese army even sent guards outside his villa to protect this model of cooperation.

With a guard from the suzerain, it is still a bit difficult to take his dog life directly, not that Shepard does not have elite snipers or demomen, but this guy lives in a secluded place, and he either enjoys life in his own territory on weekdays, or goes to the developer conference organized by the Portuguese officers, and besides, there is basically no time to throw his head and face.

However, since there are big ones, there are small ones, and the tribal chiefs can't solve it, but the low-level officers under him who usually receive gifts can still fight.

Zabi first sent scouts to take pictures of the fellows, and then issued a notice of their death, in which Zabi condemned the crimes of the fellows as a patriot and announced that they were sentenced to death.

The printed circulars were then distributed by liaison points and informants set up in various towns, and even one daring man threw a stack of circulars through the walls into the Portuguese barracks.

Such an arrogant and domineering approach naturally made these guys shocked and angry, shocked that they were rewarded, and angry that those guerrillas dared to offer a reward, but no matter what, as soon as the announcement came out, a considerable number of guys became frightened birds, and they were hidden in the camp all day long and did not dare to come out to operate.

Of course, it's not a guy without a head, an iron-headed baby who thinks he has practiced good martial arts since he was a child, and learned a good marksmanship in the military camp, disdains the notice, still drinks and dances, and pees everywhere in the bar when he gets drunk, and shouts while shaking the little brother.

"Lao Tzu is here, come and kill me!"

Then, on a cozy weekend evening, when the iron-headed baby was about to go for a drink as usual, a dirty pickup truck approached.

Before he could react, three assault rifles stretched out from the carriage, beating the guy almost inhumanly.

In addition to him, there are also some unbelieving guys who quickly lost their lives for various reasons, some were blown in the head with a semi-automatic sniper rifle by a mysterious gunman 300 meters away on the road, and some were smashed by explosives that broke through the window while they were doing a big health care with the technician.

And these are actually quite interesting, because the largest assassination carried out by Zabi's guerrillas and Shepard's black mercenaries was to send a border police station into the sky in the middle of the night with a full 20 kilograms of explosives, along with a dozen or so colonial police officers sleeping inside.

One thigh even flew 300 meters away, smashed the roof of the family's house, and then fell on the thatch that the family used to sleep.

The hostess fainted on the spot with her bloody thighs, but the man, who was calm, threw his thighs out the door, and then went back to sleep.

The assassinations one after another put everyone in danger for a while to those colonial officials who cooperated with the Portuguese, and the Grape Tooth garrison tried to retaliate reciprocated, but they couldn't find anyone at all, their opponents at the moment were not the farmers of the past at all, but those monkey spirit monkey spirit guerrilla veterans and mercenaries, these guys don't say anything else, the ability to run away is first-class!

And in order to support the guerrillas' activities, Zabi began to set up secret material storage points in the Portuguese-controlled areas early on, where he hoarded compressed biscuits and canned food, so that even if the guerrillas could not withdraw to the border in time, they could manage to survive in the jungle until the end of martial law.

In the past, they could still rely on aircraft and tanks to give the guerrillas a little color, but now, under the leadership of Zabi, the guerrillas in North Lunda did not clash with the Portuguese head-on, but were happy to indulge in small actions such as burying mines on roads, digging water pipes, cutting telephone poles, and kidnapping lone Portuguese, and the Portuguese army retaliated, and tunnels and air-raid shelters were dug in various villages. This minimized the damage, and whenever a village was attacked by the Portuguese army, the guerrillas would always rocket the Portuguese checkpoint or outpost in the shortest possible time.

Although this method of using civilians as shields is despicable, the effect is really good, the Portuguese army and the servant army are becoming more and more distant, and there have even been cases where the Portuguese army stationed at the outpost or checkpoint has asked the large army not to attack the civilians, because every time the regular army finishes doing this, the guerrillas retaliate, and they are the ones who are beaten!

And Shepard saw that the fire was almost burning, so he chose to go down, ready to stimulate the already somewhat tense bilateral relationship again.

"Although I may die a miserable death if I am caught, I still can't help but do it!"

Under Shepard's orders, the Apple detachment, which had been conducting targeted training for a long time, boarded the Huey fleet, which had undergone many patrol trainings, in the dark of night, and they were to fly a distance of more than 200 kilometers at night deep into Angolan territory, and then carry out the second and most important step of Shepard's division plan.