The two vehicles pulled over by the roadside.
The guide looked at Song Heping with a puzzled expression, "Sir, what are you doing?!"
Song Heping said, "We are going back."
Having said that, he opened the door and got out, walking towards the car behind.
The guide jumped out of the car, chased after Song Heping, and grabbed his hand, shouting, "Do you know parking here is very dangerous? This is a combat zone now. I just received news that the troops from the southern Ard Organization have already hit here. Let's hurry to Ethiopia before they fully occupy this place. We are only a few dozen kiloters away from Ethiopia; just step on the gas a bit more, and we'll be there!"
Indeed, what the guy said was true.
If they speed up, an hour might be enough ti for everyone to cross the border into Ethiopia.
Parking here is no different from seeking death.
Song Heping ignored the guide and went straight to the car behind, saying to Ah Guan, "Ah Guan, you and Old Hou go to the front car."
"Heping, what are you planning to do?"
Ah Guan's mind was a complete ss.
He didn't understand what Song Heping wanted to do.
Jiang Feng, however, knew exactly what his old leader was up to and tried to persuade him, "Old leader, you've tried to persuade them and have done your best. You don't have the responsibility to go back and save them."
"I don't like to owe favors."
After saying this, Song Heping turned to Ah Guan and said, "You and Old Hou sit in the front car and go to Ethiopia. The Bodyguard and guide will go with you; they will ensure your safety. As for , don't worry about . There are things I must do."
"Heping..."
"Don't talk nonsense! Each second we stay here increases the danger; hurry up!"
Without giving him a chance to argue, he had Antonov and Jiang Feng carry Old Hou out of the car.
The effects of the dicine had worn off, and Old Hou woke up groggily, struggling to hold onto Song Heping's sleeve when he heard they were parting ways.
"Brother, you saved my life today. If you ever need money, just tell . I keep my word. Whenever you co to Mali, I'll give you the transfer contract for my Gold mine!"
At this mont, Song Heping didn't want to discuss the Gold mine. There were more urgent things to do.
Moreover, Hou Xing's Gold mine produced about two kilograms of Gold a day, but compared to Song Heping's daily inco from xico and Colombian arms deals, it was just a small fry.
"Alright, rest assured, I will co to you when I need it."
After comforting Old Hou, Song Heping turned around and, along with Jiang Feng and the others, got into the car and drove towards Koma Village without looking back.
Ah Guan stood there in a daze for a long while before coming to his senses.
He hadn't seen Song Heping for several years, but now Song Heping seed different, unfamiliar, compared to when they sold sundries together in Illiguo.
"Old leader, this favor is a life-risking payback."
Jiang Feng held the steering wheel, muttering, "Think clearly about this muddy water we're stepping into; we could get dragged into it at any mont."
"Everyone check your guns and ammo, get ready for combat. Jiang Feng, park in the woods ahead, hide the car; don't get too close to Koma Village. The surroundings are likely chaotic now. We'll split into two teams, scout the area first, and figure out their numbers."
"What if there are too many ard forces?"
"We're dood!"
Song Heping wasn't too pleased.
"How am I supposed to know now? We need to figure out their troop strength and deploynt before making a plan. I'm not a god; how can I answer that?"
Jiang Feng was stunned into silence, not daring to retort.
Soon, the vehicle stopped in the woods.
After getting out of the car, Song Heping listened to the gunfire for a mont and quickly made a preliminary judgnt, "They are actively attacking the village entrance."
He pointed to the west.
"We'll go around that side. Typically, the main attack direction is where the command personnel are, and it's also the area with the heaviest firepower."
"Alright."
Without further ado, Jiang Feng and Antonov ford one team, advancing about fifty ters to the front left of Song Heping.
Song Heping and Nura ford the second team, positioned to the rear right of Jiang Feng's team, providing cover and supplentary scouting.
Soon, bird calls sounded from Jiang Feng's direction.
Song Heping listened and knew imdiately it was Jiang Feng mimicking the bird calls.
Sothing was up.
He turned to Nura, "Stay hidden here, wait for ."
He then ran towards Jiang Feng's position.
What worried Song Heping the most now was that they didn't have communication equipnt, no individual radios, only satellite phones, so communication basically relied on shouting.
Fortunately, they all received the sa training; using different bird calls to convey each other's intent and information.
"What's going on?"
"Look?"
Jiang Feng pointed ahead.
Song Heping followed the direction of his finger and saw two ard pickups parked at the edge of the woods, their gun barrels aid at the village, with machine gunners continuously firing towards Koma Village.
The deafening sound of large-caliber heavy machine guns had made the group of black ard n around the pickups completely negligent.
They hadn't even ford a combat formation, just scattered around the pickups, pointing and gesturing towards the village as if watching a spectacle.
"Doesn't that look like the Commander?"
Jiang Feng pointed at a guy with a red beret and asked Song Heping.
Song Heping took a look and said, "He seems like it. Look at the others with automatic rifles, while he has a handgun. Looks like it, but I'm not sure..."
Indeed, he couldn't be certain.
Because Africa is full of Ard Organizations and rebel groups, there are just as many regular and irregular troops.
Their lack of funds ans these guys often lack unified uniforms, even military ranks, so it's quite challenging to distinguish Commanders from their attire and ranks.
However, distinguishing by deanor is possible.
Commanders in African rebel groups or Ard Organizations are often very prominent among their people— they have the loudest voices, talk the most, wear sunglasses, and like to wear bright, unique hats.
Lacking military ranks, they use other attire to display their status, a psychological trait.
The issue is, they lack formal military education, not understanding that emphasizing their command presence equally hastens their demise.
Just like now.
Song Heping had his sights on him.
Observed for a while, Song Heping roughly gauged the opposition's strength from the rise and fall of gunfire and the firepower configuration.
"No more than a month."
Song Heping turned to look at Jiang Feng.
"What's your assessnt?"
"Great minds think alike," Jiang Feng said with a smile, "Gunfire surrounds the village but isn't dense. Probably due to insufficient troops, but enough to encircle a village of only three to four hundred people. That carpenter won't hold out much longer; even if he's from the Special Forces, he won't last.
Song Heping said, "We have fewer people; dispersing to attack them is unwise. Kill their Commander, seize the ard pickups—these are likely their best heavy weapons."
"Anton."
He turned to the Big Russian, Antonov.
"Later, when we seize the trucks, you drive one, Jiang Feng handles the machine guns. Then, Nura drives the other one; I'll be the machine gunner. Circle the village from different directions, kill everyone we see. Taking down their Commander will throw them into chaos."
"No problem."
"No problem!"
The rest agreed completely.
"Wait until I return to the attack position. After the shots, hit them from both sides and kill them!"
"Just do it!"
Jiang Feng couldn't wait.
Ambush— it's the most exhilarating small team tactic.
Though highly dangerous, the thrill of success is vastly different from gaining victory through full-frontal assault.
Song Heping quickly returned to his position and t up with Nura.
"How's it going?"
Nura asked, "Did you spot the ard n ahead?"
"Yes," Song Heping opened all the belt's buckles while saying, "Stay behind and cover , keep an eye on the rear, I'll charge forward."
"Alright."
"Let's go! Follow !"
Without any hesitation, Song Heping grabbed his gun and bent over, moving towards the ard pickups of the rebels.
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