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"What is the sound? Do you hear a voice?" Zhao Jianfei, who was training these African boys, frowned slightly, turned his head and asked a soldier beside him. (Baidu search to give the literary network the fastest and most stable update, dìng.geilihttp://www.xstxt.org.)

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"Report sir, no voice. The African buddy replied loudly with his chest that he had not had two taels of meat because of chronic malnutrition.

"No, I think I heard something strange. Zhao Jianfei said suspiciously, "Stop, don't shout."

Before he finished speaking, three fireballs erupted in succession in the barracks area not far away, and thick smoke billowed out. The roar of the African soldiers training below was also heard from afar: "Air strike!"

"I'll go! all hidden!" Zhao Jianfei's face changed greatly, he turned around and rushed out of the training ground, and before he could run a few steps, he was overturned by a wave of air......

"Sir, sir!"

It hurts so much in my face...... Zhao Jianfei opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was the swarthy face, and behind him was a half-human-tall bush. He was awakened by a trained armed Somali soldier.

"Is that you?" Zhao Jianfei turned over and sat up, shaking his head that was stunned by the air wave, and at a glance, he saw a bomb crater that had been blown out not far away.

"Thanks, boy. Lie on your stomach and don't move, it looks like we've been raided. Zhao Jianfei patted the soldier on the shoulder.

"Oh. The thin Somali soldier obediently lowered his head and the cat was in the bushes, his life mattered, and these things didn't need to be taught.

Zhao Jianfei nodded, looked around, turned around and rushed out.

Everyone listened, quickly organized a defense, and the squad leaders of each team reported the situation...... Damn!" Zhao Jianfei just shouted and then shut up, because the artillery was roaring and he couldn't even hear what he was saying, so he could only watch from a distance as these newly trained Somali soldiers ran around like headless flies.

Zhao Jianfei ran to the edge of the training ground, dragged up a person who was still struggling in the square, picked up the person on his back and ran to a hidden place to put it down. Looking down at the man who had been carried on his back, the sentry who had been the first to sound the siren, he was trembling with fear.

"Get up for me!, what's going on?" Zhao Jianfei grabbed him up and shouted.

The sentry was frightened, and his eyes widened to see that it was Zhao Jianfei before he swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Sir, are you okay?" ”

"It's fine. Grab your weapons, go and tell the squads, and get everyone together. We were raided, it should have been mortar shelling, and we had to use this time to organize defense. Zhao Jianfei picked up the Somali soldier and shouted, "Go, inform everyone you see, bring weapons and gather here!"

Another black soldier dragged a few people out of the rubble of the collapsed barracks from the explosion, but after checking it, they didn't bring it here, and they should be dead.

"Sir, look!" a black soldier suddenly slapped Zhao Jianfei and pointed his finger to the sky.

"What?" Zhao Jianfei looked in the direction of the black soldier's finger - several transport helicopters were hovering not far away, rope down the soldiers. One by one, heavily armed soldiers slid down the ropes, many landing only a few hundred meters from the camp.

"Oh no! It's still a plane-landing raid. Quick, quick, find a guy!" Zhao Jianfei's face turned ugly, this camp was so shabby. The ground defense force is already weak, and it has been destroyed a long time ago by a round of brainless artillery attacks just now. Fortunately, most of the soldiers were already at the training ground, some distance from the camp, and most of their light weapons were still intact.

"Go find someone to organize a defense. Zhao Jianfei snorted fiercely, slapped the black soldier, and after speaking, he rushed out of the bushes, and then rolled into a crater closest to him.

There is a Type 81 short assault rifle next to the pit, which was exported to the Middle East and Africa as a substitute for AK, and its performance is not weak compared with the orthodox Soviet-made AK. Zhao Jianfei grabbed the gun in his hand and checked it, the magazine was full, and it could still be used.

Putting down the gun on the spot, Zhao Jianfei aimed at another target, there was a light machine gun and half a corpse next to a destroyed military truck, the upper body of the corpse was gone, only half of the stomach was connected to a thigh, but on this thigh, fortunately hung a magazine bag.

Waiting for an explosion gap again, Zhao Jianfei rushed out, first put the gun behind his back, and then began to untie the cartridge bag.

"Damn, it's sticky!" Zhao Jianfei tore the devil's sticker on the magazine bag, but this thing really couldn't be taken off as if it was possessed by a ghost, Zhao Jianfei simply pulled out the four bullet drums that were connected in parallel, pinned them behind his waist, and then rushed back to the first crater with a rolling belt. Because the round drum of this squad light machine gun can be shared with the assault rifle in his hand.

"Got it!" Zhao Jianfei gasped and muttered to himself, but before he could catch his breath, he looked up and saw several bullets flying overhead.

Those people have already rushed up! Zhao Jianfei was in a hurry, and he didn't care about the bullets flying around, so he rushed out directly. There is no danger to defend here, and we must rush to the barracks area not far away! There are many buildings and the terrain is complicated, so we may be able to maneuver around. Zhao Jianfei comforted himself, sure enough, it was not far away! A bomb that exploded behind him sent him directly with a wave of air.

"Bastard!" Zhao Jianfei spat out the sand in his mouth, and crawled into the shelter of the building, and the bullets hit the concrete building with a fluttering sound.

"Boss, that's exciting, isn't it?" said a man next to him, chuckling.

"Chen Nanqing, where the hell have you gone? Lao Tzu almost hung up. Zhao Jianfei shouted angrily.

Chen Nanqing shrugged and said, "There was a random bombing just now, and there was chaos everywhere, and I was already trying my best to organize people." Boss, our situation this time is not good, we were caught off guard as soon as we came up. ”

"Don't mention these useless people, how many people have you organized?" Zhao Jianfei said in a low voice.

"There were less than fifty people, and the rest were scattered around. I'm afraid it will be difficult to close it for a while, so they can only rely on their own battles. Chen Nanqing shook his head and said, "We are too passive, the other party is prepared, and not only the local warlords, but also a large number of mercenaries." ”

"How about these armed people you brought?" Zhao Jianfei said as he looked at the African soldiers behind him.

"There are not many bullets, and I picked up the enemy's guns after I finished fighting. Chen Nanqing skillfully checked the weapon again, pretending that it didn't matter, maybe he could give some confidence to the gang of black buddies behind him. The fact that these Somali soldiers were able to come here for training was actually quite good in the local armed forces.

Many of them are child soldiers, accustomed to killing, and surprisingly bold. If you can recover quickly from the chaos of the attack, you may not be able to fight back.