The air seemed to condense, and the rebel soldiers hiding on both sides of the road held their breath, as if the slightest exertion would blow the world down in one go.
"Commander Aidosan" When the figure of the rebel soldier sent to check on the situation finally returned to everyone's sight, he was as happy as if he had picked up a diamond, "They are all dead, they are all dead, they were killed by our mortars, it's okay" He wiped the sweat from his forehead as he felt relieved, proudly revealing his white teeth in the sun.
"Phew" Aidosan wiped his sweat, let out a long sigh, lazily inserted the pistol back into the holster, and shouted to the subordinates next to him: "You go and tell the general that all the mercenaries ambushed by the ghost team have been killed by us, let the general rest assured." ” Under his leadership, all the soldiers rose from behind their concealments and followed him, swaggering towards the Ghost Group's position.
Being able to kill the top team of mercenaries in Africa, all the rebel soldiers forgot their fears and felt like heroes.
Da-da-da-da Someone started firing gunshots into the sky.
"Hahaha brothers, we killed those mercenaries from the ghost team" Kamala wiped the last few beads of sweat from her forehead, finally regained her composure, and her usual majesty returned to her face again.
He got out of the car and began to walk forward surrounded by the guards, he wanted to see for himself the corpses of these abominable, damned mercenaries, and if he could, he would be happy to hang them himself, and then douse them with gasoline and come to an African sky lantern.
After walking a little way, Kamala couldn't help but feel a little heartache when he saw that the whole road was full of wrecked pickups and trucks, these were his own equipment and personnel, all bought with colorful dollars, and there were so many of them overnight.
A head caught his attention, cut from the third vertebra under the neck, and the whole face, no, it should be said that the whole head was already bloody and fleshy, but Kamala could vaguely see that this was the leader of the black-clad Guards who had come to augment him, if I remembered correctly, this Japanese was called Jiro, and Abe Shin was in the same group.
Even they were dead Kamala suddenly felt a chill in her heart, and a vague fear went up from under the soles of her feet, straight to her head.
The ghost group is so scary "General, these guys are all dead," Aidosan waved at Kamala in the distance, scrambling to show his merits, "Let's kill all three of them" He turned around and glanced at the king and the other three on the ground, one of the black men was shot in the neck and was already out of breath, and the white man next to X214 was covered with shrapnel and blood everywhere, obviously not alive, and finally there was a crouched on the ground, and the camouflage uniform on his back was torn off a large piece of the mortar shell, revealing bloody muscles, and it was estimated that he was also dead.
After thinking about it, according to the rules of Africa, he should now cut off the other party's head, and then hang it on his pickup and let his subordinates take a few photos In this way, you can make yourself famous, and in the future, if the mercenaries of those military strategic resource companies want to come to Sierra Leone, they have to think about whether there are as many catties as the ghost team.
As he spoke, he drew his hunting knife, bent down, and tried to turn the king's body face down with his feet.
"Huh" he kicked twice, but still couldn't turn the body over.
"Fuck" He ran out of patience, simply squatted on the ground, reached out and pushed hard, and at this moment, the body of the ghost group mercenary finally turned over.
The white mercenary was covered in a thick layer of loess and his face was covered in blood, and Aidosan sneered and stretched out his hunting knife.
"Hi" The mercenary's eyes suddenly cracked open, and a sharp light shot out of it, which was like a sharp blade that could kill.
Aydosan felt his hairs stand on end, his eyes alertly falling on the mercenary's chest, the mercenary actually pressed down an entire tactical pack of BS under him, and the damn remote control was now in his hand This is a key that opens the way to death This madman, this madman, there is nothing to describe Aidosan's fear.
"Welcome to Hell Together" The corners of the king's mouth showed a smile as cold as ice as he looked at the black colonel in front of him with a distorted face and extremely frightened face.
Aidosan's feet became as soft as boiled noodles, and a stream of hot stuff soaked his crotch, oozing out of his camouflage pants, dripping.
A lightning thought crossed my mind, and this time it was completely finished "Hey," the king smiled contemptuously and did not hesitate to let go of his hand. syllable With a slight metallic sound, the safety of the detonator automatically pops onto the contacts.
A 1A current quickly passes through the wire, bursting a shiny arc on the bridge wire inside the detonator, instantly igniting the initiating charge.
Bang A deafening explosion suddenly sounded, like the roar of a demon from hell, and dozens of soldiers who surrounded the defensive position to watch the excitement were blown into the air, all of them becoming human shells.
The powerful shock wave spread violently in all directions, and the large tree with the mouth of the bowl on the side of the road was suddenly bent down from the trunk, and the man-high thatch fell as if it had been run over, and the stones and clods of earth were lifted into the sky, and then rained down.
More than thirty meters away, Kamala was hit by the violent air waves, flew out more than two meters away like a cloud, and fell to the ground fiercely, as if the bones were scattered, the wounds that had already been injured were torn, and blood gushed out, and the person almost fainted.
"General, General" The two guards ran over in a panic and lifted him up from the ground, "Are you okay?"
Kamara's head was buzzing and he was stunned, and his gaze inadvertently fell on Jiro's head on the ground, and the only remaining intact eyeball was staring at him, making his heart tremble.
All the will and determination to fight vanished at this moment, and the courage and courage struggled out like deserters from the erected pores, and the army collapsed.
Kamala felt unprecedented fear that in Sierra Leone over the past few years, the rebel groups he led had been so invincible and unpretentious that even the African Union peacekeepers had not taken the African Union peacekeepers into account.
But this ambush really broke his heart.
It's a disaster to go head-to-head with the ghost team It was definitely a bad decision, and he didn't realize the extent of the problem until now.
Those strange Japanese are dead, and I don't have to explain to anyone anymore, and if I continue to pursue them so frantically, I'm afraid that my old life will be put in it.
"Retreat" He was panicked like a lost dog, got up from the ground in despair, and yelled at everyone, "All the retreats to the base camp go back" Back in the back seat of the Mercedes G5OO, Kamara's cold sweat was still dripping down like a waterfall, and he shivered and pulled the dirty handkerchief from his pocket, rubbing it back and forth on his face.
His situation is quite bad, those mysterious Japanese seem to be dead, he has lost his backer, the British prisoners have run away, but he is saddled with the black cauldron of kidnapping British soldiers, if he can't find a way out, with what he has done in Sierra Leone in the past few years, he will definitely be sent to a military court, and then sentenced to death by a government judge.
He had lost most of his bargaining chips, and was no longer qualified to negotiate with the government and British troops, and now to get back to the negotiating table, he had to find something that would make the British look good.
After the extreme panic, he finally sorted out his clue and suddenly remembered someone.
Yes, this is the only straw for yourself.
Picking up the satellite phone, he dialed a number on the keypad with trembling fingers.
"Is that Mr.
Simpson?"
the phone was answered, and he couldn't wait to curry favor, "I have an important business to talk to you about." ”: