It is 15 kilometers away from Bocheng Town.
Several Soviet-made Ural 375D military trucks were parked on the side of the road, and tired rebel soldiers of the Union Front sat on the side of the road in twos and threes, smoking cigarettes and occasionally yawning.
Last night was a toss-up night for them.
Until now, no one had closed their noses, the camp was bombed to a pulp in the middle of the night, hundreds of brothers were killed and wounded, the commander Camara was abducted by a mercenary squad, and even eleven British prisoners sent by the "Western Boys" were taken away.
Fortunately, Commander Camara escaped from the mercenary team alive, although he lost a few teeth, injured his feet and arms, and after a simple bandage, he mobilized the rebel brigade to pursue and encircle the mercenary team called the "ghost team".
Just now, there was a burst of gunfire in the mountains, which made the rebel soldiers who stayed behind in the convoy very nervous, and they crouched nervously in the grass on the side of the road for a long time.
Women are an eternal topic.
These rebel soldiers who stayed behind are some relatively young baby soldiers or old fritters who are too old, but this does not prevent them from liking women, and the years of war make people's hearts always distorted, and how to torture women who belong to the category of trophies has become the main bridge of communication between these rebel seniors and juniors.
Speaking of excitement, everyone laughed obscenely, unaware that the wings of death were quietly enveloping them under their wings. laugh at The sound of silencer-mounted gunfire is always so dull that if you don't pay attention, you think it's a stone falling on the dirt floor.
A blood splattered on the head of an old rebel with a cigarette in his hand, the bullet passed through the back of his skull, and then into the eye socket of the rebel on the opposite side, shattering the liquid-filled eyeball and burrowing into the brain stem, and the two of them fell straight to the ground without saying a word.
A few rebel soldiers around him were still looking up and laughing, and when they heard the voice, they couldn't react to what was going on here.
By the time they realized they had been attacked, it was too late.
The gunfire rang out low and dense, and the rain of bullets tossed everyone to the ground.
A group of well-armed soldiers with their faces painted on their faces emerged from the thatch, which was more than a man tall on the side of the road.
"Walk on the car" Lao Yu commanded several British soldiers, "carry the wounded into the car first" As the demolition expert of the group, the king quickly got under the chassis of several other cars, skillfully mounted the BS Long Yun squatted at the rear of the car to guard, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, it was already six o'clock in the morning, and the sky was bright.
"Jack, did you contact the commander of SAS?"
Jack, an officer of the British Pathfinder Platoon, took the headset and twisted the radio knob in the car for a while, making an OK gesture: "I told the commander of SAS, Lieutenant Colonel Taylor, about our evacuation route, and I will keep the radio channel on all the way, and they will lock our signal."
The SAS rescue team is out and will be able to join us in less than forty minutes. ” It's a risky move.
When the ghost team felt the swamp, Kebby and Morris and their more than 200 mercenaries were nowhere to be seen, although Long Yun and Lao Yu couldn't tell what made Kebby and Morris unable to get to the swamp at the appointed time, but one thing was very certain that there would be no more support.
Waiting for the British army in the swamp was a fantasy, and no one could withstand the attack of two thousand rebels and seven guards with a dozen men.
Long Yun had learned the power of those black-clothed soldiers, although Lao Yu judged that they were people from the Japanese Red Army, but Long Yun felt that a small terrorist organization definitely did not have such ordinary combat power, it can be said that these people are simply non-human, reminiscent of the transformed soldiers in science fiction movies.
There is only withdrawal, the question is, where to retreat.
It is obviously not a good idea to continue to retreat into the depths of the dense forest, not to mention the physical exertion, the poet and the duke are already seriously injured and on the verge of death, even if they can retreat into the dense forest to temporarily avoid the pursuit of the rebels and guards, I am afraid that the poet and the duke will not even have the slightest chance of survival.
To save his teammates and save everyone's lives, the only way to evacuate in the direction of Bo is to evacuate as quickly as possible.
Fortunately, in the midst of a series of unfavorable news, Lieutenant Jack brought good news, the rebel "West Boys" around Freetown had been routed, and the entire line had begun to withdraw from the Freetown area under the attack of British and government forces, and the clearance work had been completed, and the rescue team of SAS was rushing here in Chinook.
If the British army could be joined in time, then the poet and the duke would have been treated in time and out of danger.
Long Yun and Lao Yu discussed, according to common sense, the rebels and the guards would think that the ghost team and the British prisoners would retreat to the depths of the dense forest, after all, there is nothing better than the jungles in Africa to hide themselves.
However, Long Yun and Lao Yu are both Chinese, and the Chinese pay attention to strategy, and one of the "36 plans" is called "Sound East and Attack West", and another plan is called "Darkness Chen Cang", which are all war wisdom that African rebels cannot understand, and are the precious heritage left by their ancestors.
The two men had the same idea, and they did the opposite, first withdrawing a few hundred meters in the direction of the jungle, deliberately leaving a large number of traces, and then turning around, almost clinging to the rebel search force and diving back towards the main highway.
Since the rebels are outflanking them by car, the ghost team can also use the rebels' vehicles to tell them to maneuver and rush to join the SAS reinforcements.
This trick really worked, and there were many military vehicles along the road, but only some old, weak, sick and child soldiers were left behind to defend themselves, and the rest of the elite were hurried into the mountains by the enraged Kamara, vowing to catch the ghost team and break all the team members into pieces.
"You hurry up, the poet can't hold it" The man's wife stayed beside the poet, the merry man in Germany had fallen into a severe coma, and the man's wife gave him an infusion, but the injury was too serious, and the internal organs were constantly bleeding, and I was afraid that he would not be able to return to the sky if he dragged it for a while.
The king got out from under the car and jumped into the car, and Long Yun and Lao Yu broke their heels.
As soon as the two climbed into the car, they heard the polar bear stand up in the carriage and yell, "There is an enemy" The X214 motor buzzed, and the bullets poured out like a waterfall, and a rebel jeep that came over a dozen meters around the bend was suddenly turned into a fireball, and the bodies of the four rebels on the car were constantly writhing under the barrage, and flesh and blood were flying.
This is the last rebel unit to arrive, and before they can go into the jungle search, they encounter a ghost team like the Grim Reaper, which can be regarded as a blood mold.
The soldiers in the remaining trucks jumped out of their cars and rolled into the ditches on both sides of the road, not even daring to lift their heads.
Lao Yu jumped into the cab and pulled the panicked British soldier to the co-pilot, "Get out of the way and let me come" The car roared, and the wheels kicked up a cloud of smoke and dust, roaring towards Bocheng Town.
In the jungle in the distance, Kamara was sitting on a stretcher, and when she heard the gunshots, she was startled and almost didn't roll off the ground.
If you listen closely, it turns out that the gunshots are coming from the direction of the road behind you.
After a short moment of stupidity, he suddenly waved his hands frantically: "Bastards go back, go back, turn around, they go to the other side of the road" Bang He held the Derlinger pistol and fired a shot into the air: "Get back to the highway as fast as you can, they want to slip along the road":