Chapter 429

The drunkard is also really brave. I can see a virtual shadow in the sight from the front of the truck to the left of the military card. Behind the head of the ninth truck, there is a guy who shoots at us with an assault rifle.

After turning to the left side of the car, the drunkard was less than ten meters away from him. I turned the muzzle of the gun and shot, but this guy was very clever. He retracted before I shot. The bullet pierced the engine cover in front of the car, and a white steam burst out inside. It is estimated that he pierced the water tank.

This shot scared the guy to hide behind the car and didn't dare to come out. This military truck is different from an ordinary scooter. It is very strong. Even the armor piercing bullet may not be able to penetrate. He had to press the cross line of the sight on the front of the car and kill him if he probes out.

But this guy seemed to feel something and turned the muzzle of the gun to the direction of the drunkard. He was probably staring at him. If he found the drunkard, he would be dead. I immediately pulled the trigger at a small gun barrel exposed in front of the car.

M107a1's accurate trajectory computer-aided, coupled with stable psychological quality and superb shooting skills, I actually hit this shot. In fact, I wanted to hit a spark on the front of the car to scare him back, but I didn't expect the effect to be so good. The tungsten armor piercing bullet flying at high speed directly cut off his barrel, Incidentally, the protective wood made of engineering plastics was also brought in two.

When I fired two more shots and the front of the military truck rang, the guy finally moved, because if the front of the truck exploded or caught fire again, he must suffer at such a close distance.

When I forced this guy away and looked at the drunkard, he had dragged a teenager back from the back of the car. It was estimated that it should be the little Pearl he found.

But in this way, the mercenaries also found him. They immediately turned their guns and shot. The drunkard jumped into the ditch on the side of the road and wrapped Zhuma and himself with invisible camouflage. Shopkeeper Qian took up the wheeled grenade launcher and rushed to the opposite position. Lao Hei threw out several smoke bombs. I used a sniper gun to shoot through the tree and hurt an enemy, After a busy trip, they were finally suppressed. Only then did the drunkard dare to continue to climb up the hillside under our cover and meet us.

After we succeeded, we immediately organized a retreat. It seems that these mercenaries on the opposite side have no intention of chasing. From the aspects of weapons, equipment and combat effectiveness, they can also see that we are not ordinary government forces. If we chase us, we will probably lose a few more lives, so it's better to save this time and wake up the rebels who inhale anesthetic gas, Come after us when you have a number advantage.

We withdrew in several batches. I stayed until the end to monitor each other's movements. When I returned to the car to meet my companions, shopkeeper Qian had awakened the black child brought back by the drunkard with an antidote. At the moment, he was struggling. Shopkeeper Qian held down his hands and feet and had to stretch out his mouth to bite. Lao Hei had to hold out his hand and hold his head.

After I got on the bus, brother donkey immediately stepped on the accelerator and the pickup truck sped up along the road. I sat in the back row and looked at the photos. I was sure it was the little Zhuma I was looking for. There is no doubt that although there are some changes in appearance and two years ago, it is estimated that it is due to insufficient food and nutrition, and the development is a little slow, so the change is not too big.

"To be honest, we are your grandfather's friends and come to save you," old black said according to his small head.

Zhuma didn't answer. Her eyes showed ferocity. She bit like an angry little Tibetan mastiff. She didn't bite Lao Hei, but rubbed his saliva. If he had a gun in his hand now, I'm sure he would not hesitate to kill all the people in the car and the teenagers after brainwashing. As expected, the destructive power is huge. I can't help thinking of the "red generals" who beat, smashed and robbed in the cultural revolution.

Seeing that he earned more and more, I quickly took out the MP3 and photos in my pocket, shook them in front of him, and said, "do you know this thing?"

Seeing what she was familiar with, there was a puzzled expression in her eyes, and her struggle stopped.

"I gave it to your grandfather. He gave me a copper coin. I gave it to him to make. He said you like music very much. It was in your coat with the photos when seif's people grabbed it..."

Listening to what I said earlier, he closed his lips, neither nodded nor shook his head, but when I mentioned Saif, he suddenly interrupted me and shouted a slogan like a conditioned reflex: "general Saif is a righteous man and the great savior of Congo. We join his team voluntarily to drive away foreign aggressors and fight for peace in Congo."

"Oh, it seems that this brainwashing is very thorough." old black flicked his forehead and quickly retracted his hand, because Zhuma's red mouth and white teeth bit up again.

When the car was shaking, we temporarily put down our interrogation of him. He had just come out of the rebels. We should give him some time to adapt. The last way is to take him back to the refugee camp and return to his peers. Without us saying anything, the children will correct the wrong ideas he was instilled.

We made a circle and met at the west of buta city. There were four Tiberius waiting there. Ivan changed the load of the pickup truck, and we used a lot of heavy weapons. Among the extra people, only Tiberius was an adult and very thin and light, so our car can carry all the people.

On the way back to Ikela this time, we met some rebel road blocks. Now we don't bird them. We didn't bother to break in directly when we met them, and we grabbed a rebel jeep to solve the problem of too many people and slow driving.

After having two cars, the heaviest shopkeeper Qian and Tiberi changed to a jeep, drove out of the mountain as fast as possible, drove from the grassland, bypassed the rebels gathered on the road, and finally returned to iqaila controlled by the government forces.

When we got to the city, Tiberi took the children to the refugee camp to find his relatives, and we took little Juma back to our own tent.

On the way back, little Juma also felt that we were not bad people. Some children of his age in the refugee camp also came to see him. We took some candy for these children to eat. After they left, we began to talk with little Juma.

For a person who is on guard, the best way is not to ask the most important questions directly, which may cause his resistance, so we talked about something else first.

"What have you learned during the time when you were captured? Tell me." brother donkey likes this kind of occasion where words do not use force. Naturally, he will be entrusted with the chatting work of pretending to be a bosom sister.

Everest turned her big black and white eyes: "learn how to protect herself, liberate Congo and beat away the invaders."

We listened and knew that it must be shooting, killing and marching.

Brother donkey continued to ask, "how about food and living?"

The people always depend on food. The poorer the place is, the more so. It can be seen from the way they eat in Zhuma from childhood. They must not have enough to eat in the rebel barracks.

Sure enough, after hearing this question, little Zhuma replied, "pick some fruit yourself, or go to other villages to grab something to eat."

Brother donkey continued to enlighten little Zhuma: "how are the officers, or general Saif himself?"

Little Zhuma's face was angry: "of course they eat well and use well."

"If they are really just people, what national Savior, will they eat well and use well, and then let you starve?"

Little Zhuma was silent, but her eyes kept moving. She didn't know whether she was thinking about how to refute brother donkey or thinking about what brother donkey said.

After waiting for a few seconds, brother donkey continued to ask, "were you sent to charge when you took part in the battle“

Everest is silent

"Have you been sent to work as coolies“

Still silent

"Have you been sent to rob things and give them priority“

Zhuma nodded hesitantly. It seemed that those things had happened.

Brother donkey touched little Zhuma's head: "think for yourself, boy, what is right and what is wrong"

Looking at the uncomfortable appearance of Zhuma, I went up to push a donkey brother and handed a bag of fried beef to little Zhuma. It was a military ration. It was originally vacuum packed and can be eaten. The drunkard fried it again. The taste was much better than the original. It was sweet and spicy. It was very biting, much like that spicy beef jerky.

Juma took it over and put it in her mouth. On her face, she told me that he liked it very much. That's what children do. She writes everything on her face and won't deceive people with camouflage.

Food can make people put down their guard, and delicious food is better. While eating in Zhuma, I asked him, "have you seen your grandfather's copper coin?"

"Yes," he said, nodding, his looks already very cooperative.

"Do you know the origin and purpose of that thing? Saif killed your grandfather for that thing. We hope to find out his motive and avenge your grandfather," I asked further.

Zhuma shook her head and continued to eat two pieces of beef silently. She was so hot that she still wanted to continue to eat. I quickly handed him a bottle of water and took a SIP to relieve the spicy.

"However, I heard grandpa tell some stories about this thing," he said, swallowing the water in his mouth. At the same time, a group of tears flashed in his eyes, as if he remembered his happy time around Grandpa.

"Oh, come and listen. I'll listen to music for your new iPod. How about it?"

Zhuma was still expressionless. She didn't seem to be interested in MP3. Instead, she said, "can you return my gun to me?"

"You're safe here. You don't need a gun," I comforted him.

Little Zhuma shook her head stubbornly: "I need a gun. Do you think it's true that my grandfather was killed by general Saif?"

"I have witnesses to testify. If you don't believe it, I can find him," I said, but I thought he shouldn't really let me find it. The refugee camp is so big that it takes a lot of effort to find it.

Zhuma shook her head again. "I've seen him kill an old man who leads the way for the government army." what he meant was that he thought Saif could do such a thing as killing an old man.

"Well, I'll give you a gun. Now, can you tell us what you know about copper coins?"