"Ask the hell to bomb you, do you want us all to die in this goddamn place, bastard" Angola glared at the team member who spoke with some anger, but quickly fell silent.
They all knew very well that if they were unable to carry out the rescue mission, they would have to let the French warships cruising off the coast of Ribia in the Mediterranean Sea deliver the final blow.
The civil war in Ribia has been going on for almost a year, and the Western bloc, led by the United States, has withdrawn all its arms from the region months earlier, and if the French suddenly attack Benghazi, it will inevitably trigger a new round of international public opinion, but the French have no other choice now.
If these terrorists are not completely eradicated, the possibility of Dassault technical data leaking is very high, and this loss is obviously not willing to be borne by the French government, and no one can afford to take this responsibility, not even Dassault.
"Where is that damn sniper?"
Angola suddenly remembered the existence of Li Changjiang, and the other team besides them, where those damned mercenaries were.
Soon.
Li Changjiang followed a Frenchman to the bunker where Angola was hiding, and when he saw the Frenchman's embarrassed face, he knew that they must have been overpressed by the rebels.
Although Li Changjiang did not speak, he naturally knew that this task might not be easy to complete when he looked at the situation in front of him.
Now I can only pray that Lao Maozi's side will be smoother, if Lao Maozi's side is also in this situation, then let alone the mission, the possibility of escaping is not even great.
Not being able to get the technical information of the French is secondary, after all, it is a pie-in-the-sky thing, but if even Arabi and Arafat can't be saved, then their situation is a little worse.
Even if the princess Pera is on their side, the Dubai royal family will definitely not let them go.
After all, once both Arabi and Arafat are killed, there is really no proof of death.
What a headache.
"Angola" "Mr.
Grass Nima, it is difficult for our current firepower to break through the rebels' defenses, what can you do?"
Li Changjiang heard the Frenchman's somewhat broken English, he didn't understand the first sentence, but he understood the latter sentence.
If he hadn't tried his best to restrain his emotions, Li Changjiang would have wanted to scold his mother.
Lao Tzu has a fart solution These damn Frenchmen, really think that Lao Tzu is a god, now the rebels have more than ten times more firepower than theirs, and they occupy a favorable position to defend, and if they don't have the same force to attack, they must have forty or fifty people, and it is better to have ten or eight bazookas Wait a minute Li Changjiang was suddenly stunned. bazooka If there were enough bazookas, they really didn't have a chance at all, but what drove Li Changjiang crazy was that he couldn't explain his thoughts to the French at all.
These bastards It's also a group of special forces, why can't he even speak English, what a really special spicy chicken he encountered must be a group of fake special forces.
In fact, Li Changjiang completely thought about it.
It is true that these guys are French special forces, and they are a very special group of special forces, and they can be sent by the French high-level to carry out this task, and there must be no problem with their identity, not only that there is no problem, but that they are too strict.
The selected are all French people, not to mention English, they only speak French, just in case, to minimize the possibility of leaking the content of the mission.
Really.
Li Changjiang gestured for a long time, and he was about to cry in a hurry, and this group of fools still didn't understand what he meant.
Li Changjiang is completely out of line.
Suddenly there was silence.
The French stopped attacking, and the rebels stopped shooting.
Li Changjiang stared at the corpse left by the rebels not far away, a little annoyed, he knew that he should have let the tank follow him, at least someone to do the translation.
“rgayrg” Very abruptly.
A very young French player on the right side of Li Changjiang suddenly said something, although it was a little lame, but he finally made the words clear, and Li Changjiang nodded violently.
Then with some excitement he found a pebble from the ground, pinched it with two fingers and shook it in front of the Frenchman.
"RG, look, this is RG" After the French, including Angola, nodded, Li Changjiang moved out a place, drew a circle on the mud and sand on the ground, and put the stones on it.
"RG lots and lots of RG" Li Changjiang drew a big circle.
“anyrg” Two words popped out of Angola's mouth.
"Yes to anyrg we need anyrg and then from here, here, and here, bombardment of the rebels."
Li Changjiang drew a few pointed points in different directions on the ground, then pointed to the building in the middle, and then spread his hands and looked at the French.
It's a really difficult international exchange Li Changjiang now completely understands the importance of learning a foreign language, and even to be a mercenary, he has to learn a foreign language.
Fortunately, the French seem to understand what Li Changjiang means, but it would be a bit troublesome to ask for a lot of RG, the two bazookas they took from the arsenal left by the Gripen mercenary group have been used up, and without those two guys, the French would not even be able to break through the current place.
At the current state, if they can find 6 or more bazookas, the problem will definitely be solved.
As long as the rebels were killed by the two second-floor firing points and the two machine guns behind the courtyard wall of the building, they could rush in, and the others had nothing to worry about.
But Li Changjiang had a hard time thinking of a way to get these things.
Benghazi is the territory of the rebels, even if there is RG, it must be in the hands of the rebels, but it is definitely unrealistic to take RG from the hands of the rebels, not to mention whether they can get it or not, the key is that they can't even find it.
The rebels in front of them had four machine guns in each of the four directions of the building, and two unruly snipers were waiting for an opportunity to move on them, and could fire their guns at any time.
Li Changjiang pondered secretly, he felt that something seemed wrong with the atmosphere, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
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It's so quiet.
There's nothing wrong with that.
Looking at the Frenchman very quickly, Li Changjiang found that the Frenchman named Louis seemed to be gone.
"Hey man, where's Louis" “” Angola is somewhat confused.
"Louis, where is Louis" Li Changjiang had no choice but to repeat, and then Li Changjiang's eyes suddenly fell on Angola's back, he remembered that Angola should have a backpack on his back, and Li Changjiang had noticed Angola's repeated inspection of that backpack more than once.
What the hell is in the bag This made him hesitate and fear, and it was clear that the Frenchmen had other tasks than just to rescue the hostages.
But what would be the task of a group of special forces, if not to rescue the hostages It's just that Li Changjiang was a little surprised that the backpack on Angola seemed to be missing, hell seemed to be aware of Li Changjiang's gaze, and Angola subconsciously touched his back, and his face changed immediately.
When Li Changjiang saw this scene, he immediately realized that something was wrong, and just when he was a little puzzled, a small black dot suddenly appeared in his sight.
"Hell, what's that?"
As soon as Li Changjiang's words fell, a sharp sonic boom suddenly sounded in his ears, and then the small black dot in his sight suddenly became larger.
His eyes widened suddenly.
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