Kamala's screams finally had an effect, and the gunfire outside the tent finally stopped, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the current situation could not be worse, Long Yun was not in a good condition, completely incapacitated, and a polar bear and a British soldier were wounded, but the injuries were not serious.

The biggest problem at the moment is how to get out, and everyone can be sure that if the rebels lose their minds and rush in, 3,000 soldiers can drown everyone with a single spit.

The polar bear pulled out a hand, took out his favorite cigar from his pocket, dropped the cigarette butt, stuffed it into his mouth, lit a fire and took a puff, and said hehe, "Kill one is enough, kill a group of people who have company on the way to hell." ”

The poet was very calm, and took advantage of this opportunity to climb out of the shelter and drag back the corpses of several rebels one by one.

"Look at what's good...... he rummaged through the corpses, handing out a few AK47 and R4 assault rifles and pulling out all the ammunition from the rebels.

"What's going on, the boss hasn't moved?" The king looked at his watch, according to the original plan, the old fish was responsible for blowing up the "honey badger" 20 infantry vehicles and rocket launchers, but now there is a lot of trouble here, and there is no movement on the old fish's side.

Everyone's hearts were clouded, and they didn't know what trouble the old fish and the duke were in. Now everyone doesn't even have the weapons they can take advantage of, all the equipment is hidden in that truck, and there is not enough fire support to break through.

"There's something good!" The poet's tone suddenly became excited, "Look! It's still Chinese! ”

He pulled out seven Chinese-made Type 82-2 grenades from the body of a rebel soldier who appeared to have a stubborn penchant for things like Grenade.

The Type 82-2 grenade is known as the Type 86 all-plastic handleless grenade in China, the shell is made of plastic, there are 40 grams of high-energy explosives in it, and there are 1,600 3mm steel balls in the body of the projectile, which can produce 330 pieces of monolithic pieces when exploding, which can produce non-lethal damage to the surrounding infantry, and the effective range reaches more than 6 meters. In Africa, this grenade is very popular with soldiers of various armies because of its low price, which can be bought for less than a bottle of Coke.

Without hesitation, the poet untied the belt of one of the rebels, stuffed five Type 86 grenades into it, and hung them around Kamala's neck, tying them tightly.

"Do you like the new necklace I gave you?" The poet grinned, pulled the two remaining grenades out of the safety latch, held them one in one hand, and then wrapped his right hand around Kamala's neck and clamped it tightly, "General, if I were you, I would be very obedient, otherwise we will go to God together." ”

After that, he glanced at everyone and said, "No way, let's fight, go out to find a car, and rush out!" ”

Everyone thought that there was no way out, and now this situation was the only way, and I hoped that all the rebels would not dare to act rashly when they saw Camara in the hands of the poet, and if they could break out of the camp, as long as they reached the vicinity of the drawbridge, a few British troops who had been hidden in the camp outpost and distant crosshairs could provide fire support, and they might be able to get out of the battle as originally planned.

As for Lao Yu's side, they can only rely on the two of them on their own, as long as the fight starts, all the soldiers will definitely focus on the team that breaks through, and Lao Yu's pressure will be much easier, and they may be able to find a better opportunity to start.

Outside the tent, all the rebel soldiers, led by the senior officer Aidosan, surrounded Kamala's line to the ground, and when they saw the tent curtain being lifted, all the rebel soldiers were immediately highly nervous, and their guns were pointed at the door.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I'm General Kamala! Before the Kamala appeared at the door, he was already shouting loudly.

"Don't shoot! It's the general! Aydosan recognized Kamala and brandished his pistol and shouted at his men.

Seeing Kamara, who was bleeding and shot in the right shoulder, all the rebels could hardly bear this usually arrogant and moody warlord leader, but fortunately, Kamara was still there, and the senior officers were his diehards, as soon as he came out, everyone subconsciously retreated and gave way to a big circle.

The man's wife supported Long Yun, who had collapsed, and scanned the surroundings anxiously, hoping to see the old fish and them, but there was no ......

The sight was tingling with rebel soldiers, some standing on the cart, some on the ground, some on makeshift bunkers, and the poet noticed that the first two watchtowers in the makeshift camp had 12 on them. 7MM DECASH MACHINE GUNS, THOSE MACHINE GUNNERS HAVE LONG BEEN EYEING THEM, EAGER TO BEAT THEM INTO A SIEVE.

It was a bad feeling to be pointed at thousands of guns, and everyone was in a circle back to back, guns on guard. In fact, the big guys know that this is futile, as soon as the guns go off, there will be a scuffle immediately, but the result is undoubtedly that the ghost team and the British soldiers will be beaten into pulp by bullets.

There is no way back! All the hopes and bets are on Kamara.

The king whispered, "I hope these rebels will listen to Kamala, or we will all go to hell......"

"Tell them not to act rashly, or send their general to God!" The poet whispered to the man's wife, "I see there's no truck, let's lean over, the king, you are responsible for driving!" My wife and I took the pig to cover in the back compartment. ”

The man's wife shouted at the rebels who surrounded everyone: "Stand back! Back off! Whoever dares to move, there is a guarantee that your general will be blown to pieces! ”

With that, he threw a glance at the poet, who raised a hand and gently unfolded the grenade inside. Now the rebels saw it clearly, not only did the white man have a grenade in his hand, but Kamala also had a string around his neck.

If you let go of your hand, two grenades will detonate the others, and then a big explosion will be ushered in, and your own general will never survive.

"Stand back! Back off! Aidosan looked at the group of outlaws in front of him, and couldn't help but feel fear, he couldn't figure out how the British special forces arrived so quickly? It doesn't make sense! This British prisoner has just arrived, and even if there are internal ghosts, it will probably take several hours for the British army to rush over from Freetown, a few hundred kilometers away, not to mention the pre-war preparations.

Polar Bear was holding an R4 assault rifle and couldn't help but feel distressed when he remembered the MX134 Gatling gun he had left on another truck.

“FUCK！ As soon as I walked away, my gun was gone! "That gun, which he bought for $25,000 from an American arms dealer, is his favorite weapon, and it is worse than cutting flesh to throw it here.

Just as everyone was approaching the trucks and the rebels were retreating, a violent explosion was heard from the east side of the camp, followed by more explosions one after another.

Boom Boom Boom –

Huge fireballs rose from the ground and rushed into the sky! Along with this, there were rocket launchers that rose into the sky, and some rockets even hit some tents, causing a chain reaction immediately, and more explosions came one after another.

Two rockets also fell from the crowd like a tide of rebel soldiers, and the explosion tore people to pieces, stumps and broken arms flew all over the sky, and some of the rebels who had been blown off their hands and feet and could not die for the time being were already dizzy, and people were crying and crawling and walking in the firelight like idiots.

The rebel camp suddenly began to collapse, and all the soldiers couldn't care about the ghost group and the British army in front of them, they thought that these British prisoners had attracted air support, and the biggest idea at the moment was to flee for their lives first!

More than 3,000 people were in chaos, the scene was terrifying, some people fell to the ground, were trampled by the people who fled for their lives like a tide behind, and began to shout for help, and after a while, they were silent and became a corpse.

"Take cover!"

The members of the Ghost Squad are not as militarily as the rebel soldiers, and they are able to remain calm in times of danger, and everyone immediately finds a suitable shelter - a makeshift bunker stacked with sandbags.

In addition to the "Honey Badger" 20 infantry vehicles and Valkyrie rocket launchers on the east side, more importantly, there are two ammunition depots, which are stacked with a large amount of ammunition, from RPG rockets to bullets, from explosives to mortar shells and howitzer shells.

The whole camp was like a grand fireworks display, and even the violent vibrations could be felt underfoot.

The explosion caused a wave of air that swept through the entire camp, and the tents fell to the ground, rolling up a cloud of dust and covering all the dozen or so people hiding behind bunkers.

"Be careful!" The king pointed not far away and shouted.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and they were suddenly startled, and they fell to the ground in embarrassment.

More than a dozen meters away, a rebel soldier covered in fire shouted frantically in a voice that was almost mad to the point of despair, like a large fire ball that had been ignited, and scurried around like a madman. He appeared to be carrying a patrol bag full of ammunition on his back, plus a chain of machine-gun bullets wrapped around his body, but the flames from the flying rockets ignited these deadly things.

Loading their bodies with ammunition is obviously the easiest way to do it, especially when rebel soldiers like it, carrying machine guns, hanging grenades around their waists and chests, and then wrapping a two-metre-long chain of bullets around their upper body in an X-shape, enough to scare the little Sierra Leoneans who have never seen the world in person.

But at this time, these things have become their own talismans.

The high temperature ignited the bullet primer and ammunition, some exploded, some fired, and the rebel soldiers became a big firework, and in the crackling sound, the bullets fired randomly affected several rebels who were caught off guard by them, and before they could escape for their lives, they ate their guns and fell to the ground.

The explosion of ammunition and indiscriminate bullets knocked the rebel soldier to pieces in the back, and he fluttered on the ground like a big fish that had just been caught on the boat and fell on the deck, and then the grenade on his body boomed and exploded!

The minced flesh and internal organs were shattered everywhere by the impact of the explosion, as if it had rained blood.

The king slapped away the blood and minced flesh on his head in disgust, looked up, and scolded in frustration: "FUCK! The car is gone! ”

All eyes were on the truck, and the violent explosion blew the fuel tank of the truck, and hundreds of liters of diesel fuel flowed to the ground, ignited by the fire, and soon the truck was also on fire.

Without a car, there is no means of escape, and everyone's hearts sank, thinking that things were simply terrible!