Chapter 750

Five kilometers south of Baiji town.

Ikoan, an armed officer of the people's Liberation opposition, leaned against the hood of an old jeep and watched his men busy in the middle of the road.

Tonight is destined to be a restless night.

The commander of the largest armed opposition branch in Upper Nile state, Machar, was shot and killed outside the hospital in DORO, and the whole rebel force was mobilized.

Yes, he was called out of bed in the middle of the night. Filled with resentment, ikoan climbed down from the round and full ass of his female partner, put on his smelly military uniform, and then set out with his men in the direction of DORO.

According to intelligence, there were two enemy teams in Nile state on the infiltration road. One of the sniper teams killed Machar who appeared in DORO hospital, and another team sneaked into woga town east of DORO and blew up Machar's largest ammunition and medicine depot.

This is a typical infiltration operation mode of special forces, assassination and raid.

So that the entire armed forces of the opposition panicked overnight, and many senior leaders believed that this was a sign that the government forces would launch a general attack on their own territory.

Ikoan disagreed.

He is not a professional soldier. A few years ago, he was just a tribal militia responsible for protecting his tribal security.

War is a common occurrence in South Sudan.

Ikoan is tired and numb to this kind of life. Either you kill others or others kill you. People under the chaos live like ants.

But the numb ghost is numb. At least he has to listen to the command.

Ikoan's luck was very bad. His team broke down halfway. When he got off the bus, he saw that the left front wheel, which had long been smoother than the bald head, had been reimbursed.

"Can you pigs hurry up!"

Ikoan looked at the gold watch on his wrist. He took it off from a government army officer who died in the battlefield. He didn't know what brand it was.

It was very late. According to the previous order, he had to arrive at DORO area before 3 a.m., meet the troops there, and then launch the search.

It's already two thirty, and time is very tight.

In case of being late, his black and fat superior might poke his nose with his fingers and scold him for being a stupid pig.

"It's so slow to change a tire! You're all white rice!?"

Several recruits under his command have just been recruited. For veteran oil like ikoan, these recruits' eggs are just targets and cannon fodder, and often can't live for a month.

Three of ikoan's men died in the battle with government forces a few days ago.

Although he repeatedly reminded the recruits not to rush forward without a head, pay attention to find concealment and pay attention to fire cover, some fools still rush and sweep while holding AK47 as if they were a God.

As a result, one third of these newly recruited soldiers were lost in one battle.

Just as ikoan was angry about the slow maintenance speed of his men, there were bright lights in the distance of the road.

This frightened the recruits who stood in the middle of the road to change the forum and hid behind the pickup truck.

"What are you afraid of? Are you women? This is your own!"

Ikoan was confident that he had received information that there were only two infiltrating units in DORO area, both mercenaries such as snipers, and had fled into the jungle.

main road?

They are stupid to choose to take the road.

Pickup?

They can't drive a pickup truck to DORO to kill Machar.

Ikoan was proud of his military experience and even had a sense of superiority.

He stood by the side of the road with a cigarette in his mouth and looked calmly at the pickup truck coming towards him.

"Hey, brothers, which tribe?" he greeted warmly and waved to the two "rebels" who had slowed down and were passing by him. "Are you going to the north? The border?"

Two "blacks" were sitting in the car. The person in the co driver's position lowered his head, and one in the driver's position also raised his hand and shook it, as if in response.

Half of the man's face was covered with a military green scarf, a red cloth strip was tied on his head, a wide camouflage gown was covered on his body, and a shoulder badge was hung on the shoulder of the camouflage suit. He looked like a lieutenant, and his rank was bigger than himself.

In fact, this kind of dress is not strange. After all, the camouflage clothes know that they are their own. Moreover, there is yellow dust everywhere on this broken road. Many drivers will choose to cover their mouth and nose with a towel or cloth strip, but this guy's scarf looks more beautiful.

Ikoan's car blocked the dirt road, which was not spacious, and later vehicles could only slowly bypass it.

This made ikoan a little embarrassed. He waved his hands and yelled at his men: "don't you get out of the way. You're clumsy like a piece of wood. Are you dead? Don't you know how to move to the side?"

Several rebel recruits quickly dodged towards the roadside, and the car slowly drove past. The lieutenant driver stretched out his hand again and waved to ikoan. From his eyes, he could see that the lieutenant was smiling at himself.

When the car disappeared at the end of the road, ikoan continued to urge his men to change the tires.

Back to the jeep, he lit another cigarette.

Two sprays.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning crossed my mind.

He seemed to feel something wrong.

"Well..."

He stretched out his finger, pulled a few times on his chin, and thought again and again.

What's wrong?!

It seems that

There was something wrong with the people in the car just now

However, ikoan couldn't think of anything wrong for a moment.

Clothes? Look? expression? Action?

Or

military rank!

you 're right!

It's a rank!

The driver hung the rank of lieutenant, but another man on the co pilot beside him hung the rank of soldier!

Fark!

you 're right!

How can a lieutenant drive a car and a soldier take a car!?

At least among the opposition forces in South Sudan, ikoan saw this for the first time. In this country, the concept of hierarchy is extremely clear, especially in the army.

It will never happen just now, just as I won't go up and change the tire myself and let the recruits smoke and watch the play on the roadside.

There's definitely a problem!

Doubt is like ink dripping on rice paper. It suddenly faints!

Ikoan turned back to the door of the jeep, picked up the walkie talkie on the dashboard and began to call his superior.

"Lieutenant ikoan of the armed forces of Upper Nile called the headquarters. A pickup truck appeared on the road from DORO to Beiji. It was suspected that the two people in the car were intruders."

A few rustling noises came from the walkie talkie.

"Ikoan, are you sure what you see?"

"Sure! I suspect they are mercenary invaders."

"In what direction did they go?"

"Becky."

"You immediately catch up and confirm that if it is an intruder, we will send someone to support you."