For Hou Dasheng, this battle was like an outing. Pen & Fun & Ge www.biquge.info Yes, he is already very familiar with the jungles and grasslands of the African continent. Even more familiar than your own body. In the jungles of Africa, he never feared that he would lose his way. And never worried about being attacked.

After preparing the field rations, Hou Dasheng left the camp in a Rwandan military truck rumbling after nightfall. The car had been moving for just over half an hour before it stopped at the edge of a jungle. Getting out of the car, Hou Dasheng lowered his head and went directly into the jungle.

It is about 30 kilometers from the Rwandan military's camp, and only 10 kilometers from the camp of Johnny, Hou Dasheng's first target. Johnny, a Hutu ethnic group. Born as a child soldier, he fought countless battles even though he was only 20 years old.

This also includes the Congolese civil war. From the age of twelve, he fought until he was twenty years old. Unfortunately, in the end, the president of Brazzaville did not intend to keep too many troops, and Johnny, who had fought for the president for many years with a gun, finally got nothing and was thrown out of the army with his guns back.

At that time, Johnny had his own person. No matter how angry he is, he can only swallow his anger and dare not speak. However, he soon saw hope for his rise. That president and his backstage fell out! Rwandans began to support the new armed forces, which needed veterans like him.

So Johnny Mau recommended himself and came to the current barracks. Perhaps out of a sense of revenge, Johnny fought very bravely. He was soon recognized by the liaison officer sent by Rwanda. At the same time, it also won the appreciation of the leader of this armed force, and did not get it from the president, Johnny got it here.

He had the rank of major, and every month he received a small amount of rice and some canned beef. But that's enough to keep Johnny satisfied. Unfortunately, the world changed so quickly that the Rwandan liaison officer and his armed leader were all killed overnight!

That night, Johnny was the first to see the black figures rushing in. The speed of the other party's actions made Johnny's heart cold. At that time, he suddenly realized that his ability was just a joke in the eyes of those powerful soldiers.

Those people didn't kill Johnny in the joke, because Johnny didn't choose to fight back in the first place, but threw away the gun and then lay on the ground with his head in his hands. Johnny wasn't dead, and by the time he looked up, the men were gone. Left behind were more than thirty corpses, while more than forty were wounded.

Organizing the remaining twenty or so people to assemble, Johnny severed ties with the Rwandans. He could see that whoever contacted the Rwandans and those horrible guys would kill them. The news that came for a week also confirmed his opinion.

Most of the armed commanders with close ties to the Rwandan side have been attacked. For those who were not attacked, their Rwandan liaison officers were also killed. The armed forces that had been propped up by the Rwandan side were in a state of panic.

Johnny took the opportunity to organize a meeting of everyone, and after putting forward his own opinions, he was supported by other armed forces. Then, they began to cut off contact with the Rwandan side one after another - although this would deprive them of aid temporarily, it was better than being killed, right?!

Hou Dasheng spent half a night walking through the jungle. Johnny's camp was soon found on the edge of a small river. Without Rwandan assistance and operational command, and under the suppression of the Congolese official army, Johnny and his armed forces had no choice but to withdraw from the prosperous and plain areas and hide in the mountains.

Glancing at the camp at the foot of the mountain, Hou Dasheng couldn't help but sigh. It's unprofessional! It's not tactical! The camp was set up in such a sparse manner, and in a large tent leaning against a towering tree, there was no doubt that Johnny himself lived. Because you can see women coming in and out, and you can see soldiers standing guard with guns around.

Sighing, Hou Dasheng raised the watch in his hand and glanced at it. It's nearly twelve o'clock, and it's still early. The campfire was crackling and burning, and a group of people were still drinking. Yes, you don't expect them to have too good military literacy. This group of people had just finished a big battle that was quite tragic for them.

Two people died, and they didn't care if they were sad or not. will pour the stolen wine into the stomach. In that group of people, Hou Dasheng saw a face looming under the bonfire. Recalling the photos he saw of Johnny, Hou Dasheng felt that he still needed to judge again.

Compared to the others, this person seems very special. First of all, he lowered his head and moved slowly. He seemed to be sullen, and there was no one around to greet him. It can even be clearly seen that these people have kept a certain distance from this person, intentionally or unintentionally.

But Hou Dasheng can see that this is not an exclusion of him. Because if someone rejects him, then there will be people who will bow their heads and talk about it and look at him at the same time. But none of this happened, and several people even sat next to him without saying a word. Hou Dasheng only occasionally looked up to judge whether his appearance matched Johnny's appearance through the bonfire.

But apparently, this man doesn't like to look up. Therefore, Hou Dasheng has no way to tell whether he is Johnny or not. But it doesn't matter, Hou Dasheng has enough patience. By tomorrow morning, he'll just get Johnny out. It doesn't matter if Johnny isn't found among these people.

At night, he could scratch his tongue and ask him, then sneak into the camp and kill Johnny quietly. If this camp were replaced by Hou Dasheng of Kagame, he would never dare to do this. I don't have the confidence to do that. But instead of Johnny's, Hou Dasheng glanced at it and knew that he could do it.

This camp is too lax, so lax that Hou Dasheng feels that he will not be discovered even if he sneaks over now. But there was no need to do that now, he just had to observe. Hou Dasheng's patience soon paid off, but it was only about an hour later. The crowd, who had been drinking for an unknown amount of time, began to disperse.

The guy with his head down, still didn't raise his head. Hou Dasheng's eyes gradually narrowed, and he now judged that this guy was Johnny nine times out of ten. But he needs further evidence to prove that this guy is Johnny. Hou Dasheng didn't want to make a hasty judgment, but he shot the wrong person.

Finally, the crowd dispersed, and the guy slowly stood up. And when he stood up, the soldiers around him who sat down around him also slowly stood up with him. Hou Dasheng smiled slightly, it seemed that he was not wrong. If he walked towards the tent in the middle, then this person was undoubtedly Johnny.

Through the looming firelight, Hou Dasheng once again compared the face of this person with the face of Johnny in the photo. This person is slightly thinner than Johnny in the photo, but the whole face looks seven or eight points similar. And the stature is also roughly equal, in short, he has at least a ninety percent chance of being Johnny.

Two women came out of the big tent, and Hou Dasheng watched them greet the figure who came over. At this time, does this person's identity still need to be asked?! Hou Dasheng's hand outside the trigger circle slowly stretched out to the trigger and gently put it up.

The trigger of this gun was specially adjusted by Danny, and the position was placed on Hou Dasheng's most comfortable force. Tapping doesn't excite, it takes a little more force. That's a little bit of that. Hou Dasheng doesn't know how many times this gun has been fired, and even the barrel has been changed several times.

Yes, Hou Dasheng is extremely clear about the power of the trigger. At this time, he was looking for the best angle to shoot. Hou Dasheng let his breathing steady, and through the scope with a night vision device, Hou Dasheng had already put the figure into the frame. The soldiers beside him would occasionally block Hou Dasheng's sight.

But it doesn't matter, Hou Dasheng has already judged what position he will go to based on this line of progress just now. Everyone's footsteps will have different distances. Although this distance is very small, when you look at it in the long run, you will notice the differences and deviations.

Based on the distance of this person's footsteps just now, Hou Dasheng can now judge where he will go next. Based on this, he can make a prediction of his next position and shoot to increase the accuracy of his shots. Of course, there is nothing to be done about the unpredictable situation of him falling down while walking, or suddenly squatting down.

The figure seemed to regain some of his spirits after seeing the two women. saw that he kept putting his hands on these two women with that obscene smile on his face. And the soldiers who followed him began to spread out a certain distance, as if they did not want to disturb him.

Holding the two women, the figure walked towards the best tent in the entire camp without accident, Hou Dasheng exhaled softly, and pressed his finger on the trigger with a slight force......

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the silence of the midnight was broken. Under the sound of gunfire, the entire camp below the mountain was suddenly in chaos. But I saw that the black militants who had just returned to the tent were running out in disheveled clothes and panicking, and they were scurrying around like headless flies.

And Hou Dasheng, who shot it, had already determined that the guy who was hit by himself was Johnny at this time. The reason is very simple, just now when the gunshots rang out and the head of this figure exploded with a bloody flower, Hou Dasheng saw the guards around him rushing over like crazy!

At the same time, several people rushed out of the tent. After seeing the figure fall, he let out a heart-rending roar. A large number of people immediately carried the knocked down figure into the tent...... (To be continued.) )