Kamala's screams finally had an effect, and the gunfire outside the tent finally stopped, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the current situation could not be worse, Long Yun was not in a good condition, completely incapacitated, and a polar bear and a British soldier were wounded, but the injuries were not serious.
The biggest problem at the moment is how to get out, and everyone can be sure that if the rebels lose their minds and rush in, 3,000 soldiers can drown everyone with a single spit.
The polar bear pulled out a hand, took out his favorite cigar from his pocket, dropped the cigarette butt, stuffed it into his mouth, lit a fire and took a puff, and said hehe, "Kill one is enough, kill a group of people who have company on the way to hell." ” The poet was very calm, and took advantage of this opportunity to climb out of the shelter and drag back the corpses of several rebels one by one.
"Look what's good," he said, rummaging through the corpses, handing out a few AK47 and R4 assault rifles, and pulling out all the ammunition from the rebels.
"What's the boss, it's not moving" The king looked at his watch, according to the original plan, the old fish was responsible for blowing up the "Honey Badger" 2O infantry vehicle and rocket projection vehicle, but now there is a lot of trouble here, and the old fish has not moved at all.
Everyone's hearts were clouded, and they didn't know what trouble the old fish and the duke were in.
Now everyone doesn't even have the weapons they can take advantage of, all the equipment is hidden in that truck, and there is not enough fire support to break through.
"There are actually good things" The poet's tone suddenly became excited, "You see it's still Chinese goods" He pulled out seven Chinese-made Type 822 grenades from the body of a rebel soldier who appeared to have a stubborn penchant for things like hand reticles.
The Type 822 grenade is known as the Type 86 all-plastic handleless grenade in China, the shell is made of plastic, there are 4o grams of high-energy explosives in it, and there are 16oo 3mm steel balls in the body of the projectile, which can produce 33o pieces of monolithic pieces when exploding, which can produce non-lethal damage to the surrounding infantry, and the effective range reaches more than 6 meters.
In Africa, this grenade is very popular with soldiers of various armies because of its low price, which can be bought for less than a bottle of Coke.
Without hesitation, the poet untied the belt of one of the rebels, stuffed five Type 86 grenades into it, and hung them around Kamala's neck, tying them tightly.
"Do you like the new necklace I gave you," the poet grinned, pulling off the safety latch of the two remaining grenades, holding them one in each hand, and then wrapping his right hand around Kamala's neck and holding it tightly, "General, if I were you, I would be very obedient, otherwise we will all go to God together." ” After that, he glanced at everyone and said, "No way, let's fight, go out to find a car, and rush out" Everyone thought that there was no way out, and now this situation was the only way, and I hoped that all the rebels would not dare to act rashly when they saw Camara in the hands of the poet, and if they could break out of the camp, as long as they reached the vicinity of the drawbridge, a few British troops who had been hidden in the camp outpost and distant crosshairs could provide fire support, and they might be able to get out of the battle as originally planned.
As for Lao Yu's side, they can only rely on the two of them on their own, as long as the fight starts, all the soldiers will definitely focus on the team that breaks through, and Lao Yu's pressure will be much easier, and they may be able to find a better opportunity to start.
Outside the tent, all the rebel soldiers, led by the senior officer Aidosan, surrounded Kamala's line to the ground, and when they saw the tent curtain being lifted, all the rebel soldiers were immediately highly nervous, and their guns were pointed at the door.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot, I'm General Kamala," the Kamala man shouted loudly before he even appeared at the door.
"Don't shoot the general," Aydosan recognized Kamara and shouted at his men with a pistol.
Seeing Kamara, who was bleeding and shot in the right shoulder, all the rebels could hardly bear this usually arrogant and moody warlord leader, but fortunately, Kamara was still there, and the senior officers were his diehards, as soon as he came out, everyone subconsciously retreated and gave way to a big circle.
The man's wife supported Long Yun, who had collapsed, and looked around anxiously, hoping to see the old fish and their figures, but no The sight was full of rebel soldiers, some standing on the carts, some on the ground, some on makeshift bunkers, and the poet noticed that the first two watchtowers in the makeshift camp had 12 on them.
Decash machine guns, those machine gunners have long been eyeing them, eager to beat them into a sieve.
It was a bad feeling to be pointed at thousands of guns, and everyone was in a circle back to back, guns on guard.
In fact, the big guys know that this is futile, as soon as the guns go off, there will be a scuffle immediately, but the result is undoubtedly that the ghost team and the British soldiers will be beaten into pulp by bullets.
There is no way back, all the hopes and bets are on Kamara.
The king whispered, "I hope these rebels will listen to Kamala, or we will all go to hell" "Tell them not to act rashly, or else they will send their general to God," the poet whispered to the man's wife, "see there is no one over there, there is a truck, let's lean over, the king, you are responsible for driving, and the man's wife and I will take this pig to cover in the back compartment." ” The man's wife shouted at the rebels who surrounded everyone: "Stand back, who dares to move, guarantee that your general will be blown to pieces" With that, he threw a glance at the poet, who raised a hand and gently unfolded the grenade inside.
Now the rebels saw it clearly, not only did the white man have a grenade in his hand, but Kamala also had a string around his neck.
If you let go of your hand, two grenades will detonate the others, and then a big explosion will be ushered in, and your own general will never survive.
"Retreat, retreat" Aidosan looked at the group of outlaws in front of him, and couldn't help but feel afraid, he still couldn't figure out how the British special forces arrived so quickly It doesn't make sense that this British prisoner has just arrived, even if there are internal ghosts, the British army rushed over from Freetown, hundreds of kilometers away, I'm afraid it will take a few hours, not to mention the pre-war preparations.
Polar Bear was holding an R4 assault rifle and couldn't help but feel distressed when he remembered the X134 Gatling gun he had landed on another truck.
"Fuck, my gun is gone" The gun he had bought from a fire dealer for $25,000, it was his favorite weapon, and it was worse than cutting meat to throw it here.
Just as everyone was approaching the trucks and the rebels were retreating, a violent explosion was heard from the east side of the camp, followed by more explosions one after another.
Boom, boom, boom Huge fireballs rose from the ground and rushed into the sky, accompanied by rocket launchers that soared into the sky, and some rockets even hit some tents, immediately causing a chain reaction, and more explosions came one after another.
Two rockets also fell from the crowd like a tide of rebel soldiers, and the explosion tore people to pieces, stumps and broken arms flew all over the sky, and some of the rebels who had been blown off their hands and feet and could not die for the time being were already dizzy, and people were crying and crawling and walking in the firelight like idiots.
The rebel camp suddenly began to collapse, and all the soldiers did not care about the ghost group and the British army in front of them, they thought that these British prisoners had attracted air support, and the biggest idea at present was to flee for their lives first More than 3,000 people were in chaos, the scene was terrifying, some people fell to the ground, were trampled by the people who fled for their lives like a tide behind, and began to shout for help, and after a while, they were silent and became a corpse.
"Finding Cover" The members of the Ghost Team are not as good as the rebel soldiers, and they can remain calm in times of danger, and everyone immediately finds a suitable shelter, a makeshift bunker stacked with sandbags.
In addition to the "Honey Badger" 2O infantry vehicle and Valkyrie rocket launch vehicle in the east, more importantly, there are two ammunition depots, which are stacked with a large amount of ammunition, from RG rockets to bullets, from explosives to mortar shells and howitzer shells, the sum of the two arsenals is equal to dozens of tons of high explosives, and the explosion is not terrifying.
The whole camp was like a grand fireworks display, and even the violent vibrations could be felt underfoot.
The explosion caused a wave of air that swept through the entire camp, and the tents fell to the ground, rolling up a cloud of dust and covering all the dozen or so people hiding behind bunkers.
"Be careful," shouted the king, pointing not far away.
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and they were suddenly startled, and they fell to the ground in embarrassment.
More than a dozen meters away, a rebel soldier covered in fire shouted frantically in a voice that was almost mad to the point of despair, like a large fire ball that had been ignited, and scurried around like a madman.
He appeared to be carrying a patrol bag full of ammunition on his back, plus a chain of machine-gun bullets wrapped around his body, but the flames from the flying rockets ignited these deadly things.
Loading their bodies with ammunition is obviously the easiest way to do it, especially for rebel soldiers, who carry machine guns, hang grenades around their waists and chests, and wrap a two-metre-long chain around their upper body in an X-shape, enough to scare the little Sierra Leoneans who have never seen the world.
But at this time, these things have become their own talismans.
The high temperature ignited the bullet primer and ammunition, some exploded, some shot, the rebel soldiers became a big firework, crackling sound, the bullets fired indiscriminately affected several rebels who were caught off guard next to them, and before they could escape for their lives, they ate their guns and fell to the ground one after another.
The explosion of ammunition and the indiscriminate bullets knocked the rebel soldier to pieces in the back, and he fluttered and fluttered on the ground like a big fish that had just been caught on the boat and fell on the deck, and then the grenade on his body exploded with a bang The minced flesh and internal organs were shattered everywhere by the impact of the explosion, as if it had rained blood.
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The king slapped away the blood and minced flesh on his head in disgust, looked up, and scolded in frustration: "All the eyes of the fubs looked at the truck, and the violent explosion blew the fuel tank of the truck, and hundreds of liters of diesel fuel flowed to the ground, and was ignited by the fire, and soon the truck was also burned into a fire.
Without a car, there is no means of escape, and everyone's hearts sank, and they felt that things were simply terrible: