"Well, it's great. Eight people face several armies. That brother Bao really believes us," old black complained.

"Otherwise, why did he Po train us for a more difficult task?" Sanmei gestured to Lao Hei not to worry.

"Yes, who makes us the elite?" I also cheer everyone up.

After understanding these basic conditions and combat tasks, we made a distribution of the positions of the medical teams on the map. The main force is us, plus a platoon government. Such a poor number of people were sent by the transitional government under the pressure of the United Nations. It can be seen how much the transitional government has been counselled.

We were divided into two groups, each with a squad. Based on the principle of hiding in large groups and killing in small groups when encountering the enemy, we contacted the medical teams distributed in the crossfire area from several lines. We used cars near and called the helicopter of the United Nations rescue force from far away to bring these people back.

Brother donkey was in an unstable state. We left him in the medical terminal. I was in a group of Ivan and drunkard; Sanmei and Jin Lihua led a group, Lao hei and shopkeeper Qian, three groups of people, plus three classes of government soldiers, began to rush to their respective medical teams according to the planned route.

I'm going round the east side to find the farthest medical team. It was attacked half an hour ago. Fortunately, the rebels ran away after grabbing some medicine. But no one can guarantee that they will tangle with more people and then kill a rifle to wash the medical team. This kind of thing is very common in war-torn areas, This is also why Po asked us to protect these people. They have a very scarce quality in this era, that is, kindness.

The next morning, we set out in a team. My team had a pickup truck and a truck. After leaving the urban area of the capital Brazzaville, it soon entered the sparsely populated area. Congo is one of the countries with more rainfall in Africa, mainly including tropical grassland and tropical rain forest.

The place we passed was full of dense woods and grasslands, occasionally dotted with low houses, and the actions of lions and zebras appeared a little on the grass tip, which was quickly left behind by our team.

The platoon leader of the government army who came with us looked like a great enemy. He stood in the back truck compartment with a telescope and looked left and right. I'm afraid who doesn't know that he is an officer. If I'm an ambush sniper, my favorite target is this kind of target, or I often say that I can live long by keeping a low profile.

In fact, I look relaxed on the surface and have been paying attention to the movements around me. My eyesight and hearing have been strengthened by Po with the energy of the Holy Spirit. I can see far without a telescope, so if there is any trouble around, I should be the first to find it.

As I watched around, I kept sipping water. The old car didn't even have an air conditioner. The weather was more than 40 degrees. It was really terrible. The sweat soon soaked through the vest and ran down my cheek to my neck. It was itchy like a small insect crawling.

It was hot and itchy for more than six hours. We finally approached the station of the medical unit, but we were not happy. A distant black smoke raised my heart to my throat. Ivan immediately stepped on the accelerator to speed up the drive. Before we stopped, we saw many bodies lying in the open space in front of several tents, It seems that there has just been a small massacre here.

I jumped down without waiting for the car to stop. I searched several tents with an assault rifle. I found that the tents were empty. All the doctors and nurses were missing, but I didn't find the body. I should have been taken away.

I immediately ran back to the car and contacted the director of the medical team with the car radio. The middle-aged man named Paul was flustered. It often happened that the medical team was attacked and robbed of drugs, but I didn't hear that the whole team was kidnapped. He said he would immediately ask the United Nations peacekeeping force and the embassy for help and ask them to deal with it.

After listening to him, I know it's useless to ask him. The situation here is so chaotic that no one dares to send troops in after a few hours. If the people who robbed the medical team have any evil intentions, I'm afraid the body will be cold after a few hours.

After thinking about it, I felt that the whole team was not arrested for extortion or medicine. I immediately contacted Paul by radio and asked him to ask if there had been any exchange of fire in this area within a few days.

Paul was very quick this time. He replied to me in less than 20 minutes. Two days ago, there was an exchange of fire between the two groups of rebels here. None of them won. After both sides lost a lot of people, they went back to their respective sites.

I made a total with my two companions. It is estimated that there are too many wounded in one of the rebels, so I took the people of these medical teams to rescue them. That is to say, they are still safe for the time being. After all, they rely on their medical technology to save people, but not necessarily after that. We must find them quickly.

However, after listening to my plan, the pig head officer of the government army shook his head like a rattle and said that his task was only to protect these doctors and nurses, not to save the hostages. If he did that, he had to have the permission of his superiors first, otherwise in case of retaliation from the rebels, a small platoon leader could not bear the responsibility. In fact, in the final analysis, he is still afraid of death. These so-called government forces are just rebels who surrender or recruit, and their quality is similar to that of bandits.

In front of me, this is obviously the style of a little bandit leader. His English accent is very strong and his tone is very arrogant. I always think there are many of them, so I want to listen to them. When I say a few words, I bring out a word starting with F. finally, I got angry and hit him with a punch.

Several of this guy's men were still gesturing to draw their guns. The drunkard rushed up with a brush and stabbed several people's wrists with a few knives, making them unable to pick up the guns. Ivan pulled out the P2000 submachine gun in one hand and rushed down the firing pin in the other hand, holding a grenade to make a posture to throw, which suddenly restrained these thin guys.

"You're fucking shameless." I scolded in Chinese, motioned Ivan to insert the insurance back, and said to the officer sitting on the ground wiping his nose: "speaking of low, you're afraid of death. OK, I'll give you some motivation."

Then I pulled out a roll of dollars, about a thousand bar dollars. This guy's eyes lit up at once. Taking the money said that he could follow. I gave some to his men. Now they all followed me happily. They even forgot to be beaten just now. They are really a group of guys who are open to money.

With the cooperation of these government forces, we can finally avoid getting dark. According to the platoon leader, there is a rebel logistics supply station nearby. They may have been caught there.

We should strike while the iron is hot and save people as soon as possible. I marked it on the map and immediately drove straight to the supply station. At the same time, I also contacted Lao Hei's group by radio to make them ready to meet us. If the rebels bite us, they will approach them.

When we were two kilometers away from the supply station, we got off and touched it. The supply station was surrounded by wire fences and empty oil drums. It was not a military tent, but several rows of neat buildings. With binoculars, we could see some people in white coats busy in it. Although we couldn't see their appearance clearly, they were not locals in terms of skin color. It seemed that they were looking for the right place.

After determining this point, I began to carefully observe the defense of the supply station. There were two towers in the East and south, on which stood sentinels. At the entrance, a fire point was built with sandbags and two PKM general-purpose machine guns. It seems that it is really difficult for us to win here.

The difficulty doesn't mean it's impossible. After all, after the special training of Po and the war wolf, I'm also non-human now, not to mention that I still have a box of beans given by Po in my pocket. When I read a spell, I become a black knife warrior.

"How to fight?" Ivan gave me a hundred rounds of drum on the side of me, and put some clips together with transparent tape. The drunkard was also ready to do so. I thought to myself that the government troops were far away from behind, ready to see the awesome posture of the machine when they were ready to see the machine. AK

"Wait until it gets dark." I looked sideways at the sun that had disappeared on the horizon of the grassland.

"After dark, I will use those Black Knights. Let's take advantage of the chaos and kill them. After saving people, the drunkard will take them to the government army's car. Ivan and I will break up."

"What about the government troops? What are they doing?" the drunkard glanced at the place dozens of meters behind him in disgust.

"They can also fight with the wind, be a fire support and a strong momentum. We can't rely on them all."

We lay down in the grass and waited quietly until it was completely dark. The lights of several buildings in the supply station were on, and the searchlights on the two towers began to work, sweeping around the grass.

We quietly waited until the latter half of the night. After most of the people except the Sentinels fell asleep, we greeted the government troops and prepared to take action.

The drunkard quietly sneaked near the sandbag fortification at the entrance and quietly solved the two dozing sentinels with a knife. They thought they were far from the line of fire, so they relaxed their vigilance at the cost of being stabbed through their heart.

After receiving the signal from the drunkard, I opened the box and carefully poured more than 20 beans into the palm of my hand. This thing is a divine thing to me. It can be manipulated with the energy of the Holy Spirit. If it is not destroyed after use, it will be automatically recycled into the box. If Po is recharged, it can continue to be used.

Holding the black bean in my hand, I gently recited the spell taught me by Po, and finally added a sentence: "heaven and earth are limitless, Haoran righteousness, black sword warrior, help me break the enemy..."

As soon as I raised my hand, I threw out the beans and fell into the enemy camp. There were a few explosions. Out of thin air, there were more than 20 tall black sword warriors. Waving a two meter long black knife, I suddenly cut off the wood supporting the tower. The sentry on the tower was stunned by the scene. When I reacted, I had fallen from the tower, and only a few screams came.

When the black sword warrior appeared, the government forces behind me were also frightened. I heard some people say, "my God, what is this?"