Looking at the few remnants of the soldiers who rushed up, the Chadian commander did not have the slightest fluctuation in his heart, he had seen a lot of this seemingly tragic plot!

When the Chadian National Army was fighting in the civil war, Habré organized death squads composed of miscellaneous tribal soldiers to take the lead.

The death squads of those small tribes did not even have military uniforms, and they were about to storm the Vulcan army positions with machetes, and then they were knocked to the ground by the dense machine guns.

As the gunshots rang out one after another, the chief and several of his men finally fell to the ground, without a cynical last word, and without a magnificent farewell, he was like a stray dog without the slightest dignity, pierced through the body by dozens of bullets, and then fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

Their bodies were then carefully examined by Chadian soldiers before being brought to the commander.

"This guy should be big!"

Pointing to the chief's body, the officer on the side reported.

"I guess it's the chief or something, there's a lot of jewelry, the brothers have already taken some, and there's not much left!"

"Well, I'll leave it to you!"

The commander nodded, he is not a person who lacks that little money, he really doesn't like the jewelry on the corpse, he makes a lot of money if he wants to earn it, and he can buy people's hearts with this little thing for his subordinates, which is very profitable.

He was thinking about something else now.

These guerrillas, the number is somewhat small!

From the very beginning, the number of guerrillas was about three hundred, and after all kinds of attrition, there should be more than a hundred, and then they were surrounded, and the losses were not small again, but how to say, there must be dozens of people, but now, the corpses here are less than ten people, and the commander also picked up their rifles.

These Soviet-backed AK rifles are in very new condition, I think they were sealed in warehouses and then taken out and handed over to the partisans, but there is not much ammunition, the average person is only two magazines, they have no food, the water bags are bulging, but the water inside smells strange, as if they have been covered in a plastic bucket for a long time.

"These guys should be bait!"

The commander scratched his head, he was attracted by such a decoy, which he really shouldn't have, but because of the dim light and their surprise attack, he hit the Chadian army

was caught off guard, so that it was normal for him to miscalculate.

As for the large forces that the other side was hiding, the commander didn't think they could run away.

Because the night now belongs not only to the guerrillas!

Sandman's Birdies set off again, this time with two 12.7mm Gatling guns fed through a large magazine loaded in the cabin.

At night, the dim cabin was lit only by dim instrument panel lights, but that didn't bother Sandman and his deputy, who wore monocular thermal imagers and scanned the ground below as they controlled the helicopter.

"See?"

"Didn't find out!"

"It's okay, they can't run away!"

Sandman glanced at the sky in the distance, and in the darkness, he could only see a faint flickering light, which was the crash light from another helicopter, and at the moment they were conducting a dragnet search, and in the distance, the Chadian army was also advancing with their headlights on.

The chief's idea was good, but he didn't take into account the condition of the remaining men, who had received the remaining supplies, but they were not enough at all, and they were a drop in the bucket, and most importantly, there were wounded in them.

Although these wounded were carried by camels, they could not have traveled too fast, and if they had galloped as before, these guys would have died faster.

Therefore, the rest of the people could not walk fast at all, and they did not dare to light torches or use flashlights to light the way, so they could only walk and stop in the moonlight.

So, soon, they were discovered by Sandman's fleet!

Because of the large temperature difference between day and night in the desert, Sandman's thermal imaging could easily see a series of white figures in the background, which were so striking in the darkness.

"We're attacking?"

"Don't rush yet, wait for the others to arrive!"

Sandman turned on the cabin lights, then glanced at the map, which had a demarcation line drawn in red and blue pencils, in which arrows representing Chadian troops on the ground were advancing north.

"We'll attack from the north later!"

"Northside?"

"Well, the Chadians are still rushing this way, we need to get them over!"

Sandman put on the thermal imaging again, and saw that the guerrillas on the ground had stopped, and many people seemed to be constantly looking at the sky, probably hearing the sound of helicopters, looking for their location.

However, Sandman was not worried about what would happen to him if he was discovered, these guerrillas did not have anti-aircraft missiles or anti-aircraft machine guns, and it was a fool's dream to shoot down helicopters with just a few AKs and bazookas.

Soon three other Bird helicopters arrived, and Sandman grabbed the radio.

"Attention everyone, we attack from the north, drive them to the south, and if you encounter scattered runners, you don't have to chase too close, we can't do it, and there are ground units, but if anyone is hit by those guys below, be prepared to do a lifetime of ground crew!"

"Attacker Number Two understands!"

"Three understands!"

"Number Four understands!"

Soon the radio sounded and the others answered.

Then, Sandman stepped on the rudder, and the helicopter nimbly somersaulted in the air, and then, like a falcon, pounced on the guerrillas on the ground.

And those guerrillas also heard the sound of helicopters early on, but they still hoped that the night could cover them, but as everyone knows, times have changed.

Hearing the sudden sound of the rotors of the helicopter approaching, the commander of the partisan detachment quickly reacted.

"Run!"

With that, he rolled over and put one of the wounded on his camel, and then just as he was about to go and catch the second man.

With the sound of the rotors tearing through the air, two coherent blood-red lines of fire suddenly appeared from the dark night sky.

At the end of the line of fire, in the bright light of the fire, the guerrillas saw the steel fuselage.

The six-barreled 12.7mm Gatling gun had a rate of fire of up to 2,000 rounds per minute, which was such a dense rate of fire that tracer bullets appeared to be coherent in the night sky at one shot per five, but in reality, five armor-piercing incendiary rounds were fired for every tracer bullet that appeared.

The dense rain of bullets swept through the crowd like two fierce long whips, and in just an instant, more than a dozen people fell down with the camels.

"Run, run, run, disperse!"

The Commander was still shouting, and then he saw six more trailing barrages emerge from the darkness.