Route 334.
"It's the British colonel with the British army in front of it" Colonel Mengus, the leader of the "Western Boys" rebels, was sitting in the back seat of a converted convertible Toyota cruiser when he heard a chaotic shout coming from the front of his group, followed by the sound of gunfire.
The British Mengers was so startled that he almost jumped out of his seat.
"What's going on, what's going on in front of you" He held on to the crossbar of the car, and the man jumped on the seat and shouted at the car in front of him: "Balacha go see what's going on" Balacha was Mengus's loyal confidant and the battalion commander of his guard battalion, and soon, Balacha, who had gone around to the front of the team to check the situation, ran back and said to Mengus breathlessly: "Colonel, I met a small group of British troops in front of me, and there has been an exchange of fire. ” From last night to now, Mengus has been like a lost dog, chased by the British army and fled from place to place, without a moment of peace.
According to the agreement with Kamala, he will receive reinforcements from Kamala's large army, and only need to temporarily contain the actions of the British army in the Freetown area, and wait for those British prisoners of war to be delivered to Kamara, and he will come forward to negotiate with the British, so that both himself and Kamara can obtain the greatest benefits in the final ceasefire negotiations of the Sierra Leone civil war.
Unexpectedly, these precious bargaining chips were actually broken into Kamara's base camp by a team of mercenaries last night and rescued all the people.
This stupid pig actually let such precious chips run away, Mengus was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
However, that's not the worst.
Before Mengus could decide whether to withdraw or defend Freetown, a regiment of the 16th Paratrooper Assault Brigade of the British Army and more than 2,000 government troops formed a joint force and began to frantically sweep his own territory around Freetown, and overnight, his 1,500-strong team lost more than half of its own troops, leaving less than 800 men.
With the remnants of the army, Mengus went all the way to the base camp of Kamala, and now only by converging Camara's large army can there be a glimmer of hope, otherwise he will definitely be annihilated by the British army and the government army.
Now he is full of anger, and he feels that he has a pig teammate, and he is simply being pitted by Kamara.
Along the way, both Mengus and Kamara kept this communication, and at first Kamara vowed to capture all the captives who had escaped into the jungle, so that Mengus could continue to hold off the British and ensure that his search party would not be affected.
As a result, they held out until dawn, and more than half of the team was killed and wounded, but suddenly news came from the other side of Kamala that they had retreated That's right, it's a retreat Mengus was so angry that he almost smashed the radio, didn't he put himself on the board and let the British and government forces slaughter him There are really not many options left for Mengus, and he can't really kill Kamara, not to mention that his strength is not as good as others, even if the strength can swallow Kamara's team, now when this kind of internal and external difficulties are in trouble, it is really not appropriate to fight inwardly.
Knocked out teeth and swallowed blood, Mengus had no choice but to take the remnants of his army and began to move towards the base camp of Kamala in disgrace, and ran to the vicinity of Bo, only to finally get rid of the pursuit of the British army and the government army, and only then did he just catch his breath, how could he meet the British army here again Could it be that they have taken the airborne approach and have already deployed their forces in front of them As soon as he thought of this, Mengus broke out in a cold sweat.
"How many people" he has some of them are now most concerned about the number of British troops in front.
Balacha comforted him: "Colonel, there are not many of them, only a dozen of them, it seems that some of them are mercenaries, I wonder if it could be those British soldiers and mercenaries of the ghost group who escaped from General Camara" "Hmm" Mengus touched his chin and rolled his eyes: "It's the captives" Balacha nodded, and said with certainty: "It looks very similar, those people were captured by me and the Japanese, I recognize them." ” Mengus slapped his thigh: "Baracha, you give me an order to round up these British soldiers with all your might." ” Barachar answered yes and asked, "What about the mercenaries?"
Mengus shook his head: "Those people are useless to us, kill, not a single one is left" After Baracha left, Mengus picked up his binoculars and took in the nearby terrain.
This section of Highway 334 is bordered by a grassland open field on the right, a river on the left, and the nearest jungle area is nearly a kilometre off the road.
Mengus, who had been involved in the Sierra Leonean civil war from the very beginning and had a lot of combat experience, judged that if the British and mercenaries wanted to escape, they would definitely choose to flee to the right and into the jungle, where the terrain was most favorable for them.
However, a kilometer of firing is very advantageous for these mobile troops who are all pickups, as long as the armed pickups can spread out in formation, like hunting wild beasts on the African savannah, they are sure to be able to surround the opponent.
Looking further into the distance, a Ural truck is parked on the side of the road, surrounded by scattered local villagers.
The soldiers in front began to fire fiercely, and the vicinity of the truck was beaten into dust, and many villagers fell down one after another before they had time to dodge.
He picked up the on-board radio and began to command his subordinates: "Balacha, you unfold our armed pickups, quickly block the route into the forest, don't let them retreat into the jungle, as long as we enter the jungle, it will not be so easy for us to search" Soon, he saw that the armed skins in front and behind his team were heading towards the open field, these excellent Japanese and Chinese-made pickups could greatly exert their mobility on the grassland, and several of them quickly formed a battle formation on the edge of the dense forest, forming a fire defense line.
Mengus put down his binoculars, lit a cigarette triumphantly, and thought to himself that as long as these British prisoners fell into his hands again, it would be equivalent to the bargaining chips in his hands, and the British would be able to get the most out of the negotiations with the government.
Next to the Ural truck, Long Yun and his party were all pinned down in the dirt ditch on the side of the road and couldn't move, as long as they raised their heads, the bullets would roar into the soil next to the ditch, kicking up a pile of sand and dust.
"Don't run around, lie down, find a place to hide" Long Yun couldn't help but yell at them when he saw those panicked villagers fall one by one under machine gun fire.
But no one listened to him, in this case, panic filled the air, the only thought of those villagers was to run, as for where to run, no one thought about it at all, they were not professional soldiers, they had no military judgment, almost like a swarm of brow flies, some ran in the direction of the dense forest, some ran in the direction of the river, but few of them could run to their destination alive.
"Woohoo" In the chaos, a seven or eight-year-old girl's parents were shot and fell, and she squatted on the dirt road and suddenly didn't know what to do, just crying.
In the ditch seven or eight meters away from him, the crosshairs looked at all this and shouted in a hurry: "Hey, little girl, come to me quickly" I don't know if the little girl couldn't understand his English or was already scared stupid, she still squatted in place, wiping her tears and crying.
The crosshairs wanted to rush out to save her, but as a professional mercenary, he knew very well the consequences, there was no rut on the dirt road, and those rebels would use machine guns and automatic rifles to sweep through almost everything they saw alive, not to mention that they were still wearing camouflage uniforms, and rushing out was simply a live target, and the probability of survival was extremely low, and it was very likely to rush out, and people could not be saved, and they would die together on the road.
"Come here, come here, uncle," he shouted in vain, but could not do anything.
Woohoo Another string of bullets swept in, and the blood of several villagers was splashed on the spot, and the little girl covered her head with an "ah" and squatted on the ground.
SG9O, taking two deep breaths in the ditch, then squatted to his feet, aimed and fired at the nearest machine gunner on the nearest armed pickup truck for a second, and then immediately fell back into the ditch.
Bang After the crisp sound of gunfire, the Heavy fell on his back, blood mist spewing out of his chest, and after being penetrated, he knocked down another ammunition driver on the pickup.
Puff puff A few 12. 2HB machine gun bullets swept along the ditch, lifting a large chunk of dirt and turf.
The crosshair raised his head again and glanced in the direction of the little girl, who was lying in the middle of the dirt road, blood oozing from the corners of her mouth, and two blood holes had been pierced through her chest, and she couldn't survive.
She wasn't going to die soon, her eyes were wide open, her thin breasts struggling to heav, and she used every ounce of strength to keep her breathing.
She saw the nearby crosshair, her hand moved slightly, and then stretched out in the direction of the crosshair, as if to ask him to save herself, but her eyes slowly dimmed, and finally she was motionless, and the scene in her eyes was finally frozen, and her pupils would never turn again "fuckfuck" The little girl's hopeless eyes were deeply imprinted in the crosshair's heart, and he was pounding the ground with his fist and scolding fiercely: "Damn bastard, damn it" For the first time, he felt powerless
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