Chapter 303

At the same time, brother donkey compared all the people around the table with his hands. There were only ten of us, and one brother donkey who couldn't shoot and two light wounded had to be removed.

Jin Lihua didn't speak, but looked at me. I immediately said, "it's all right, brother donkey. I'm afraid it's normal. You can't go. After all, few people dare to take risks to save people these days. Timid people generally live longer. Besides, I don't necessarily agree with you if you want to go."

Based on my understanding of brother donkey, he would certainly retort. Sure enough, he immediately said in a louder voice, "go and be afraid of farts. Brother is also a person who has seen big scenes."

Jin Lihua shook her head and said with a smile, "this guy hasn't changed at all."

Next, Jin Lihua drew a sketch, and we discussed our respective division of labor. Brother donkey is responsible for driving. I, Ivan and two locals are responsible for touching their camp from the north and firing to lead them out. Jin Lihua and four other locals approached the rebel camp from the south, robbed people and ran to a truck one kilometer away. We withdrew immediately.

The disadvantage of the whole plan is that there is no reserve team, and it will be very troublesome in case of any emergency, but now the conditions are like this, and there is no way.

After discussion, everyone prepared their own weapons. I loaded several sniper gun magazines on my body and carried an aks-74u as a secondary weapon. Ivan brought two 75 rounds of drums and grenades with an AK74. It seems that he is ready to go all out.

I could understand Ivan's action, but brother donkey startled me. He pinned a miniuzi to his belt like a pistol. He looked a little out of sorts.

"Shout, what does that mean, my donkey doctor?" I pointed to the gun and asked with a smile.

"She gave it to me, saying that if you can't beat someone, you can make some movement and scare people," said brother donkey, pointing to the golden pear flower in the truck.

"Well, what she said is reasonable, but I'll give you a hint in private." I made a mysterious gesture, put my mouth to his ear and whispered, "never be the man with the most firepower."

The guy was still thirsty for knowledge. He frowned and asked, "why?"

"Because it will attract the enemy's attention, and then they will blow up your hiding place with rockets. Trust me, it's the end of the world for anyone."

"What about you? What do you do in this situation?"

"First of all, I'm a sniper. Generally, I only fire outside their range. Second, if I encounter this situation, I will transfer my position with a few shots and only shoot without firing. Third, ensure the safety of my flank and focus on the enemy who poses the greatest threat to me." I lit a cigarette and replied.

During my "pre job training" for brother donkey, Jinlihua was ready. We jumped in the car, a jeep and a truck set out and drove straight to the rebel camp.

After driving in the turbulence for several hours, we approached the camp of the rebel branch. Jin Lihua first found a forest to hide the truck, and then several people walked close to the camp. I, Ivan, brother donkey and the two locals with guns will approach from the north in a big circle.

So before we were in place, Jin Lihua touched the grass and began to observe the situation of the camp. She said on the radio, "no, guys, two news, one good and one bad. Which do you want to listen to first?"

The three of us said in unison, "OK."

"The good news is that they not only caught the children in our rescue station, but also picked up a lot from other villages and tribes. Therefore, the number of baby soldiers being trained in the camp is several times higher than expected. We only drove a truck and can't take so many children. We have to think of another way."

When I heard this, I nodded. Brother donkey rolled his eyes and said, "I really don't understand this woman's sense of humor. If this is good news, what's the bad news?"

"The bad news is that there are more rebels in the camp than expected. Now there are more than 60 people, not counting those who haven't come out of the camp."

"Fuck, I can't live this day. I can barely beat 1-3 and fart 1-6," Ivan said leaning back. He pushed the left and right blacks aside. He was almost as strong as they combined. He couldn't sit steadily when he was squeezed.

"Don't be afraid, fight if you can fight, and run if you can't fight but rob people." I pretended to be relaxed. In fact, I was a little nervous. After all, everyone is flesh and blood, and everyone is equal in front of bullets.

Soon we reached the designated position. Ivan and I cut some small holes in our camouflage clothes, inserted some grass into them, made a simple camouflage net, and disguised brother donkey. The three men slowly climbed under a big tree in the bushes, set up binoculars and began to carefully observe the situation in the camp.

The camp itself is transformed from an old diamond mine. On one side is a river, on the other side is a parking lot and grassland, and on the south is a small hillside where Jinlihua is hiding. Because there was a small hillside on their side, which was easy to break through, the rebels built a sentry tower there with a heavy machine gun and two sentries.

As Jin Lihua said, the number of children robbed was more than she expected. There was a small black area in the open space in the center of the camp, all of whom were about 10 to 15 years old. About 80 people were divided into several rows. In front of them, a tall and strong black man was lecturing them.

We couldn't hear him clearly when he was too far away, but looking at the silly B with spittle flying and fist waving, he was quite engaged in speaking, like a passionate speech.

I don't know how long he "spoke" before we came. I lay here for a few minutes, he stopped talking, but led the children to start shouting slogans. He shouted loudly in front of him and asked the children to follow. If they didn't shout, they would go up and beat them with a whip or kick them with their feet. Those 10-year-old children were afraid of being beaten and shouted slowly.

This time, due to the large number of people and the full strength under the threat of the whip, we can hear some shouting here.

"General Saif is the Savior of Congo"

"General seif is the embodiment of justice"

"General Saif is the only leader of Congo"

"Long live general seif"

"Hold the gun in your hand, drive away the foreign invaders, kill all the running dogs serving the waiting strategy, and let them tremble in the sound of our guns..."

"Not afraid of sacrifice, fight to death"

Maybe he didn't like shouting. The leader took another picture bigger than the calendar. On it was the head of a black man wearing gold rimmed sunglasses and a red beret. The group of children were forced to shout slogans and swear at the paintings. If they didn't shout loudly, they would be whipped or kicked by hard headed military boots.

"Who is that portrait?" I asked the radio.

After a few rustles, Jin Lihua replied: "The notorious warlord, dictator, bloody executioner and the maker of the Holocaust, his full name is Saif parson sadia. He used to be a leader of the government army and took advantage of the chaos to pull people and horses to do it alone. This guy has killed many people and especially likes torture such as digging liver and heart. Elder sister, I'm too busy to find a chance to do him."

"TMD, why do dictators in the world like to pretend to be saviors? Before the fall of Stalin, this set of things was nothing new." Ivan seemed to recall something and scolded angrily.

"The devil disguised as an angel can often entice more people to work for him, but he steps on the steps piled up by innocent bodies, step by step onto the altar of power, and then through fool education, he turns himself into a God and writes it into history books for the admiration of all the people." brother donkey said deeply, I don't know if he meant the same person and the same thing as Ivan.

"Shit, it's disgusting. I can't listen anymore. Monkey, let's go." Ivan's eyes began to get angry.

"Wait," I grabbed him, pointed to the parking lot and said, "they seem to be going out."

In the direction of my finger, more than a dozen people with guns on their backs are refuelling the vehicles. The rebels here especially like to use pickup trucks with intercepting carriages. Heavy machine guns can be mounted in the rear compartment or heavy weapons such as rocket launchers. Moreover, the troops are scattered quickly. They can quickly open the attack front, but they can't jump into the carriage and escape. It's a bit of a guerrilla.

There was a truck next to eight or nine pickup trucks. They came to pull the booty when they went out to rob things and people. Jin Lihua should have noticed what we saw. She said on the radio, "monkey, I have a way."

"Well, wait for them to go out and rob their trucks, right?"

"Yes, bear it a little longer"

"Of course you're all right under the shade. Our brothers lie here. After a while, the grass will wilt and be exposed."

"It shouldn't take that long. They didn't bring any rocket launchers, and they looked very relaxed. It didn't look like going out to fight or rob. It looked like they were going to meet someone."

"No matter what they do, even if they go whoring, just leave here and reduce our pressure."

As we talked, the rebels trained the doll army in another way. They pulled out many bound adults from a cell like place. There were men and women, men with black nose and swollen face, and women with broken clothes. They looked worse.

They pulled out a few of these adults, tied them to a row of columns against the wall, pulled out a few older boys, forced several AK into everyone's hands, pointed to the people beside the wall and told them to shoot.

It's a little older, which means that compared with those aged 11 or 12, these people are about 14 or 15 years old. In addition, this place has been in war for many years and is short of food, so they are a little malnourished and look dry and thin. At the same age, domestic children are still in junior high school. Here they have been forced to kill with guns. From this point of view, war is indeed one of the most inhuman acts.

At first, the children cried and shook their heads, but they didn't dare to shoot. The tall black man scolded and whipped, but it didn't work. As soon as his face changed, he pulled out a long machete from his back to see what that meant. If anyone didn't shoot, he would have to break his hands and feet.

A little boy seemed to be scared silly. With a gun in his hand, he began to roar and shoot while roaring and crying