Slaughter is the main atmosphere now. To put it in a more understandable way, in this steppe of Polythanvia, the armed guards looked at the men and horses in front of them nervously and confusedly, and they didn't know how to react for a while.

The knights of the Illustrated Clan, armed with weapons, reversed course and gathered a dozen or so people in the middle of the group. On the ground, there was a slightly obese figure lying face down on the ground, red blood slowly flowing out from under him, and then sucked up by the yellow earth.

Osama stood on the three-meter-high wall, his hand still facing the sky, but his face was full of tears—tears pouring out of the corners of his eyes, down his black face, and finally on the yellow earth outside the wall. Tears, like those blood, were quickly swallowed up by the earth.

"Delmar Head...... Father ......" he snorted, looking at the place where his father fell, the golden dagger in his hand seemed to weigh ten thousand catties, and his arm trembled slightly.

Felipe had the eye to remove the megaphone from his mouth, and quickly turned off the power switch of the megaphone - if he hadn't moved quickly, Usama's wail of "No!" would have been amplified by the megaphone dozens of times. Either the armed guards would shoot, or the knight who had revolted would be shot on the spot by Delmar's henchmen. There could not have been such a situation - the other knights saw that Delmar was dead, and immediately turned their guns around Delmar's henchmen, and his henchmen did not seem to have a desperate desire for the dead leader.

A classical human tragedy with modern characteristics is once again played out on the land of Africa, but the land is still the same as it was in the past few thousand years, only greedily devouring their blood and tears. Then he lay dormant quietly, waiting for the next sacrifice of blood and tears.

Sun Lien wore body armor and came to the gate of the camp like garlic under his feet, and behind the bunker, he clearly saw Delmar lying on the ground, and the rest of the knights who were laying down their weapons. The armed guards could probably see the direction of the change, and the fingers that had been on the trigger were also re-pressed on the trigger guard. They were even in the mood to take care of Sun Lien, and by the way, adjust the body armor he was wearing backwards to the right direction.

"What's going on out there?" The armed guards in the camp were also Chinese, and Sun Lien grabbed the one who asked the question, who was said to be a retired commando from the French Foreign Legion. "You shot?"

"Nope. The Chinese security guard who replied to Sun Lien shook his head, "The little wizard on the wall raised his arm and shouted a few words, and then suddenly the gun went off on the other side, and then there is this scene you see - I am sure that it was not fired by our people, and this is not in accordance with the company's rules of engagement." ”

Although G4S also undertakes some offensive tasks, they are all orders received directly from the military of certain countries as force contractors. As a government-backed contractor, the Seventh Bureau will certainly not buy offensive from armed contractors. They just want "security".

The decapitation of the leader of the opposing side before the two sides exchange fire is outright offensive.

After the Chinese security guard explained a few words, Felipe and Osama also walked over. Osama was half a head taller than Felipe and much more physically fit, but he was now almost carried by Felipe to walk. When he saw Sun Lien, he raised his head and showed a miserable smile, "You guys are ...... now It's safe. ”

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Director Liu arrived at the camp with the approval letter of the flight plan from the Polish side, and it was already eight o'clock in the morning the next day.

Outside the camp, there were more than a dozen knights of the Tushi clan patrolling back and forth, but they didn't mean to embarrass Director Liu. After seeing Director Liu's off-road vehicle with a red cross painted on the white door from a distance, they simply stopped where they were, and waved to the vehicle from a distance, signaling them to pass directly.

"What's going on with the people outside?" There was an extra group of armed patrols on horseback outside his camp, and it would be too difficult for Liu Tangchun to pretend that nothing had happened. As soon as he returned to the camp, he grabbed a passing safety supervisor and asked about the situation. Unfortunately, the manager only evacuated once yesterday according to the plan, and after the evacuation was lifted, he returned to the cafeteria to grab food, and he didn't know what was going on.

Although the curiosity in his heart has driven Lao Liu crazy, there are more important tasks to be done now. He sighed, took the leather bag in his hand, and hurried to the room arranged for the embassy in the camp. The military attache stationed in Polythanvia had been waiting for Liu Tangchun in the room for a long time.

"Hard work. The military attache first took the flight plan from Liu Tangchun's hand, quickly opened it and glanced at it, then nodded with satisfaction, "You sit down first, and I will contact the ship immediately - have you had breakfast?"

The military attaché's speech was probably polite, Liu Tangchun found a stool and sat down, and then took out half of the roasted corn that had been cold from his pocket and said, "I ate breakfast, half of the corn, and now I happen to eat the rest of the half of the corn here - Xiao Zhao, did you eat it in the morning? If not...... Why don't you just make peace with me? I still have a roasted corn that hasn't been touched. ”

"I'll talk about it when I'm done. The military attache laughed twice, and then called the maritime satellite phone on the Daishan Island, "I'm Zhao Heping, the flight plan of the Polythanvian side has been delivered, I will fax it to you now - after receiving it, please immediately organize forces to conduct deduction and analysis, and then report the specific flight plan to me." ”

This is probably the style of calling troops on the phone, which is clear, simple and direct. After hanging up the phone, Military Attache Zhao was about to say a few more words to Liu Tangchun, but found that Comrade Liu had already pinched half of the roasted corn and fell asleep on the back of the chair.

He shook his head and smiled, took off his coat from the clothes rack, draped it on Liu Tangchun, and sat down behind the desk to start working on today's work task - there were many confidential contents in the military attaché's office, and he would never let Liu Tangchun sit alone in the room and sleep. But this kind of thing is not completely without workarounds, such as staring at Liu Tangchun by himself, and then letting him pinch the corn here and fall asleep.

Liu Tangchun was sleeping, while Sun Lien started a new day's work.

"Knife wounds?" "Almost all of today's patients are old, weak, sick and disabled, but none of them are here to see internal medicine. From the morning to now, Sun Lien has seen 12 patients, all of whom have knife wounds. After careful questioning, Sun Lien learned that these people were all villagers in the same village.

Their village was attacked by a gang of horse thieves last night. Almost all the grain in the village was looted, and the tobacco that had already been harvested was burned. The tobacco fields that had not yet been harvested were also dumped with gasoline and discarded engine oil in the fields.

"What about the young people in your village?" Sun Lien's voice trembled a little when he asked this.

"They're all dead. Felipe had a hideous expression when he translated. He gritted his teeth and said, "They gathered all the men who were more than one and a half meters tall and shot them." Felipe suddenly scolded a few words of local vernacular, and after the frightened patient opposite Sun Lien trembled, he said to Sun Lien, "It's the people who show the picture, only they can ride horses, and only they can have such deep hostility towards us!"