"Send a message to HQ, we should catch their tails! But I need to interrogate first!"

Rambo watched his subordinates re-erect the collapsed tent and set up a piece of shade for themselves, and then asked his subordinates to bring a bucket of water from the lake and put it in the corner, the temperature in the desert was very difficult, especially when they were still wearing a piece of equipment, but fortunately, those tents had a lot of tarpaulin, not only enough for PC shade, but even the civilians who were captured were properly settled.

Due to the lack of manpower, the PCs released a dozen or so young girls like Sarah, who, under the command of a medic with a large medical Red Cross badge on their arms, dealt with all the problems of the captured civilians.

For example, to stop bleeding wounds, apply medicine and bandage them, or distribute candy to children.

And these Tuareg civilians are gradually no longer panicking at this moment, because the armed soldiers do not look like they are going to kill, so far, they are only using forceful means to control and restrain the civilians, and nothing else.

They didn't take the woman's *** clothes to the silver party, nor did they drag the child behind a camel or a horse's ass, and even the medical soldiers were saying sorry while treating.

This made the civilians extremely confused, but also worried, after all, the most unsettling thing was the opponent who never knew what to do.

As for Rambo, it's not that they really don't do anything, just to come all the way to beat up civilians, on the contrary, they want to do a lot of things, but because it's not sure if there are any civilians missing, so those things to do have to be stopped and turned into a search operation.

For this reason, the two teams of PCs he brought with him are currently searching and scouting in the surrounding area under the scorching sun, riding Tuareg camels.

In order to adapt to the local environment, the outfit of the Shadow Company PCs has also been greatly improved, although they still carry helmets, but more often than not, the PCs still prefer to wear the local round hood, because it is light and breathable, which is much better than heavy helmets.

Of course, if you need to shoot a gun, PCs will still put on their helmets immediately.

Their bodies are no longer tactical uniforms, but light tactical long-sleeved tactical vests and light body armor, and then a desert-colored robe on the outside.

Many people will also wear goggles and face scarves to shield themselves from the wind and sand, so to speak, they are not much different from the guerrillas in the desert, the only difference is that the former is more tactical, more recognized, and more old-fashioned!

Riding the camels of the Tuaregs, these PC squads quickly pulled out a lot of absconders from the nearby desert, and at this time, some PCs regretted that they should have brought another 870 shotgun, loaded with rubber bullets to shoot those who escaped.

After all, the C26A1 he carried in his hand was a 5.56 mm bullet, and when he shot down, the person died directly, and he couldn't complete the capture at all, but he didn't have to worry about this problem when using a shotgun that fired rubber bullets, unless it was very deliberately aimed at the vital point, otherwise the rubber bullet hit the person was not fatal, and it would only make the opponent rotate 360 degrees like a spinning top and then fall to the ground heavily.

Of course, large bruises and pains are certainly indispensable, and in severe cases, they may even break bones or something, but it is better than eating a 5.56 bullet.

Now the PCs can only fire at each other's feet and order them to stop.

As the squad returned, the Tuaregs who had run away were largely captured.

"I feel like we're like slave catchers!"

"Don't feel it, we are!"

Tie the civilians in a row with rope and string them with the reins, and the PCs bring them back like this.

Rambo looked at this scene and frowned.

"It's a good thing we didn't bring reporters, so let them go!"

After confirming that there were few escapees, Rambo motioned for the interpreter to come forward.

"We're looking for your chief, chief, is he there?"

The crowd whispered, and in this case, everyone needed an emotional statement

vent, then their head is naturally this mouth.

It's just that everyone waited for a long time, and the old man didn't stand up until the translator repeated impatiently.

"If we don't come out again, we'll go on a killing spree!"

At this time, an old man who was cowering slowly stood up.

"Our old man, he's dead!"

"What about the younger ones?"

"Went out with the young men of the tribe!"

"!"

The interpreter informed Rambo of the original words.

The latter remembered that the helicopter detachment had reported the annihilation of an unknown armed man, and it seemed that the old man had also fought for his tribe until the last moment.

"What about the Elders?"

Soon, the two old men stood up under the obscure gaze of the people around them, and they raised their hands cautiously.

"We're here!"

"Bring them here!"

Rambo breathed a sigh of relief, it would be easy to do if there were people to talk to, and he was still worried about what would happen if the leadership of the village died!

Soon the two old men were taken to separate tents, and Rambo had two cups of tea served to each other.

"I ask, you answer, if you answer, we will be rewarded, if you don't answer, I will kill you all!"

Before the inquiry began, Rambo also made a point of emphasizing it.

Then, the old man sitting in front of him nodded his head very frequently.

"Are the guerrillas in the desert your people?"

"Yes, Chief Abaddon has gathered all the young men and asked them to assemble and prepare for an attack on the French!"

"How many?"

"There are about eighty young people in our village, and the rest, I don't know!"

"Do you know where the other tribes are?"

"This!"

The old man hesitated, and then, Rambo, slapped the table and told the translator.

"Find his family and shoot him!"

The translator then translated truthfully, and the old man was frightened and convulsed, and then began to beg for mercy.

"I said, I said, I know where they are, it's all in this desert!"

Rambo nodded with satisfaction and continued.

"One more thing, the families of the young adults who joined the guerrillas, you identify me!"

The old man refused to do it anyway until his grandson was snatched out of the crowd by the PC and ready to be sent to the helicopter; The old man cried out in tears.

"Please, those women and children are innocent!"

"We're not going to kill them, we just need them to say a few words!"

Rambo pointed to the recording equipment being unloaded from the helicopter that had just landed, and asked their families to give them a message.