Chapter 422

I poked out the muzzle from the square air hole. It was too narrow to use the sight. However, it was not difficult for me. I could hit at such a close distance with the feeling of the gun.

From here, there are several rebels running out in front. They can't see the whole body, but they can see what shoes these people wear. Military boots, cloth shoes and several barefoot ones are very consistent with the legendary "barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes".

When the first person appeared, I didn't shoot. When four or five of them rushed to the front door, I pulled the trigger and counted three consecutive shots at one breath. They all hit their ankles and small feet. When they were shot to the ground, they immediately jumped up and jumped behind a table.

The table can't stop bullets, but I know it's not as simple as bullets. I'm sure to hit us with rockets.

In the chaos of "RPG", old black roared, and everyone fell to the ground one after another.

With a loud bang, the air waves, dust and gravel flew in disorder. After the explosion, half of the living room was blasted into the sky. If there are a few more shots, the whole house is expected to collapse.

"Transfer, transfer" shopkeeper Qian swept at a wall with an AK and made an oval area on this side of the wall full of holes. After he ran out of bullets, he hit him sideways. With his steel body and great strength, he suddenly hit a big hole and came out. We all rushed to another connected house.

As soon as we left the front foot, the house behind was patronized by several rockets. The whole house was blown into ruins, and the bodies of one big, two small and three were also buried in it, which became part of the many innocent victims of today's bloody war.

When the enemy found that we were not killed by the explosion, they immediately shouted and chased after us. Shopkeeper Qian and Ivan broke the wall in front. I, old black and drunkard bought time for them in the back. Fortunately, the wall was not too thick. Otherwise, even shopkeeper Qian would have to hit some internal injuries after breaking several blocks.

"How can you two wives procrastinate so much?" shopkeeper Qian roared while panting. It seems that he is also tired. After all, not everyone can do such abnormal things.

Lao Hei quit immediately: "cut, our wives procrastinate? It's better than your wife frying four dishes in two hours."

I also immediately said, "yes, there is another microwave food."

"You two bastards" shopkeeper Qian scolded and defended: "I can't blame her. I usually do it..."

While talking, the rebels who were behind us were suddenly knocked down by a fire without warning. The sound was M2HB's movement. During the period, the shooting of the hoarse awesome gun was also carried.

I looked out. A military Hummer rushed into the street outside. The driver was brother donkey. San Mei put down the window in the co pilot's seat and was shooting with two silver sand eagles. There were golden pear flowers on the weapon station behind. The machine guns were firing and killing the rebels one after another. The windshield of the Hummer has been broken and the body is full of craters. It seems that it took them a lot of effort to kill all the way.

The reinforcements had arrived, and we were refreshed. We lost a few grenades and the last two smoke bombs. By virtue of the enemy being blown back and blocked our sight, we jumped into Hummers one after another.

"Oh, my God, you're here." old black jumped up and took over the position of Jinlihua as a fireman. The coyote didn't forget to grab a hand on Jinlihua's chest.

Jinlihua opened Lao Hei's hand and jokingly said, "just call your wife, what mother" although we were in a tense battle, we almost turned over from the car with a smile.

With mobility, it's much easier to do. There are several individual rocket launchers and 40mm wheeled grenade launchers on the Hummer. With these heavy firepower, we just need to hide from rebel tanks and armored vehicles, so we pick some places where these large vehicles can't get in. When they are intercepted by the rebels, we use rockets and grenade launchers, Coupled with the continuous sweeping of heavy machine guns and escorted by strong firepower, they killed all the way back to the Foreign Legion that finally held its position.

"Let's go, let's go, we'll leave you." it was Lao Hei's comrade in arms who was guarding here to command the battle. He looked like he had experienced a hard battle. After seeing us, he was relieved, picked up the phone and called for artillery coverage. Then he took us out of Ilebo before the shells fell.

Originally, we thought the rebels would pursue the victory and continue to attack the areas controlled by the government forces, but unexpectedly, the dwarf evil spirit copper coins disappeared after they got their hands. Without the hypnosis and bewitchment of his music, the combat effectiveness of the rebels decreased sharply, and they could no longer organize such a brave and sharp attack. No one on both sides could fight anyone, but under the mediation of the United Nations, Restart negotiations.

Politics is such a disgusting thing that we never care about, because there is never anything good. However, the stolen tiger head copper coin aroused our great interest. Why should an evil spirit much more powerful than kunba make great efforts to find it? How many of these are there? What is the function? These have become one big question mark after another in my mind.

But now the old man who gave me the copper coins already knew that he had been killed by Saif, and it is estimated that he did not know the importance of the copper coins, otherwise he would give them away easily. But I remembered that he mentioned that he had a grandson. If he found it, I wonder if he could ask for some clues.

Sanmei and Jin Lihua lived in the same tent with those female medical staff. I told my thoughts to the rest of my companions, but Lao hei and shopkeeper Qian laughed at me.

"What? A black child whose parents died in the war and liked to listen to music. That's all you know?" old black grinned and pointed to the tent "ocean" with no edge outside "Do you know how many refugees there are outside? More than 100000. Do you know how many children there are? Do you know how many of these children are orphans? I won't calculate the specific number, but I can responsibly tell you that the possibility of finding them is very small"

Shopkeeper Qian also agreed with Lao Hei: "monkey, it's not that I don't support you this time. You don't even know your name, appearance and age. You only know that you like music. Here is Africa. Blacks have some musical talents. Of the basic 100 people, 99 like music, and the remaining one is deaf. I don't believe you see."

As shopkeeper Qian said, he took out his mobile phone, picked up a portable speaker, took it to the outside of the tent and put a jazz dance with a strong sense of rhythm. Sure enough, within a few minutes, dozens of black children running around in the refugee camp, all in their teens, smiled at shopkeeper Qian. When he saw that shopkeeper Qian was also gently smiling at them, he twisted them one by one Ass, actually jumped up with the rhythm, the action was quite fucking brush together, and the little arms and legs waved. It looked like that.

"How's it going? I didn't lie to you, or you'll look in these dozens and curse me for dinner if you find it?" shopkeeper Qian joked.

"You two guys know how to dismantle my platform," I scolded angrily.

At this time, brother donkey said, "in fact, there is no way to think of it."

After listening to him, I was immediately happy and said to Lao hei and shopkeeper Qian, "look, just say your IQ is not enough. Emphasize so many objective reasons. Come on, stubborn donkey, tell me your idea."

The old black face suddenly pulled down. He liked to raise the bar. What he liked more was to raise the bar with brother donkey.

"Brag B, if you can find the old man's grandson in three days, I'll run naked around the refugee camp."

"Brother Hei, do you want to play so big? You know, there are wars all year round, and men die in 7788. It's not good for you to be dragged into the tent as a local to XX."

"Yes, your little black is so powerful. If you are cut off as a souvenir, you won't lose more. Ha ha." we teased old black one after another.

"Three days? It's a little difficult. Maybe four or five days is about the same. If the child is here," brother donkey didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

"Well, I'll give you a week. If I find the old man's grandson, I'll run naked and never break my promise. If I can't find it, you'll seal your mouth with tape for a month to keep our ears quiet." Old black shouted, but I saw a confident smile on brother donkey's face and nodded in agreement. I vaguely thought of the tragic scene of old black running around the refugee camp naked and pointed by a group of people.

Next, brother donkey used his method and began to help me find the grandson of the murdered old man. In fact, his method is also very simple. I gave the old man an MP3 player to listen to music

, earphones and chargers. It can be recharged for three or five days. Brother donkey said that if the child gets it, he will listen often, but there is no electricity in ordinary refugee tents, so just look for it in the place where charging services are provided in the whole refugee camp.

Brother donkey printed thousands of A4 paper search revelations with my MP printed on them. The pictures were downloaded from brother donkey's MP3 website and on the product promotion page. These revelations were posted everywhere where they can be recharged in the refugee camp, and a lot of them were distributed in other places. Many locals were illiterate and took them to wipe their hips or burn a fire. Some took them and looked at them, saying they had never seen them Things, until the fourth night, a one meter tall, teenage black child came to the door of our tent.

"Are you looking for this?" the child asked in French, holding my MP3 in his hand.

Old black's face immediately changed like eating shit, and the rest of the people laughed wildly.

"Ha ha, brother Hei, are you streaking, or streaking, or streaking?"

"Not now. It's time to send food. There are too many people. Choose it in the middle of the night. No one can see it except those who get up at night."

"Yes, you're still dark, and you don't stand out at night. It's estimated that you won't meet a few people after running around."

When several brothers laughed at Lao Hei, brother donkey squatted down and asked in French, "children, did your grandfather give you this? We just want to ask some questions about him?"

Unexpectedly, the child shook his head and took out a picture: "it's not mine. It's Juma's. He said it was given to him by his grandfather."