Western Sena, within the opposition camp.
Lumar didn't sleep well all night.
Ever since last night, when the Lawless Corps intervened in the coup and stabilized the collapsing governnt army, he hadn't closed his eyes.
Both he and Du Er underestimated the determination of the French. This old European empire, known for its tradition of raising the white flag, surprisingly valued its interests in the Sen Republic so much that it directly deployed two entire paratrooper companies to engage in the battle.
Needless to say, the arrival of the French greatly boosted the governnt army's morale. The initially retreating defensive lines were reinforced again, and the opposition troops encountered two ambushes from the Lawless Corps and the governnt army, leading to heavy losses for the fastest advancing 3rd Brigade, forcing them to retreat twenty kiloters to rebuild their defenses.
Lumar had a natural fear of the French.
After all, the French had colonized here for so many years. Although the independence movent began after World War II, allowing Sena to establish a so-called "independent" regi, in reality, it was still the French and British alternating in control.
This historical background has instilled a natural fear of these colonizers among the local people of Sena, a sense of bloodline suppression.
The situation took a dramatic turn. The advantage gained by Song Heping capturing the national radio station and broadcasting opposition leader Du Er's speech was instantly nullified.
Du Er had no choice but to call MI6, the plotter of the coup, asking Ms. M to co up with a solution.
Good news soon arrived. Song Heping, still in the capital, Butare City, had negotiated terms with Ms. M. As long as they were given three major mining areas in the north, along with the surrounding territory as a training base for "Musician" defense, he could devise a new, riskier plan - attacking the President's Mansion to capture Noel alive.
The boldness of this plan was astonishing.
Du Er was left speechless for half a day after hearing it.
After regaining his senses, he repeatedly agreed -
"Give! Give him all three mining areas! If he wants land, give him land! If he wants mines, give him mines!"
Du Er, cornered with no way out, was like a gambler who had staked everything on the table.
After all, if the coup failed, he would have nothing left.
Betting with things he never really had in the first place, what's there to lose in a zero-risk business?
Before dawn, good news ca - Song Heping succeeded!
The helicopter he was piloting would land in the temporary camp of the western opposition army, and Noel, who had been heavily guarded in the President's Mansion, was now sitting in the cabin of the Mi-17 helicopter, a captive.
The eastern horizon was already turning yellow.
The rising sun peeked halfway over the mountains, painting the earth golden.
After pacing back and forth for hundreds of rounds, Lumar's adjutant suddenly pointed east and shouted, "Sir! Look! It seems to be a helicopter!"
Lumar quickly turned around and looked east.
The sunlight was blinding, so he had to use his hand to shade his eyes slightly from the sun.
A small black dot appeared in the sky in the distance, gradually getting closer.
"Binoculars!"
He extended his hand.
The adjutant hurriedly handed him a pair of binoculars.
Lumar eagerly took it, bringing it to his eyes and quickly adjusting the focus.
Soon, he saw the familiar Mi-17 helicopter.
There was only one such helicopter in all of Sena.
Because it's a special customized version, it looked different from the typical Mi-17, and near the tail was painted the emblem of the Sen Republic.
"It's them! It's Noel's private airplane!!"
Lumar couldn't contain his excitent.
He could hardly believe what he was seeing was real.
For a mont, he thought he was dreaming.
"How did he do it..."
Putting down the binoculars, Lumar stood frozen for several seconds before suddenly rembering he had to report this to his boss, Du Er, imdiately.
"Go tell the General that Song is back! Quickly!"
Opposition leader Du Er was at the camp at that mont.
The adjutant rushed off at full speed.
In less than a minute, Du Er jogged to Lumar's side.
"Where?"
"There!"
Lumar handed over the binoculars, pointing in the direction of the helicopter.
Du Er, much like Lumar earlier, grabbed the binoculars and looked.
After a mont, he repeated the sa astonishnt as Lumar.
"My God, how did he do it!"
Lumar said, "Looks like this Song has real skills. I used to think the stories about him were rumors, but now..."
He showed a look of reverence, a complex tinge in his eyes. The second half of his sentence swallowed back down.
On the helicopter, Ferrari and others also noticed the distant opposition camp.
"Song, the camp is right ahead!"
He couldn't hide his excitent.
Just forty minutes ago, they were surrounded on all sides, their lives uncertain.
Now, victory was within reach.
Once they landed in the opposition army's camp and handed Noel over, it would an the business was thoroughly successful. They only needed to proceed to the northern areas to receive the mines and territories.
"We've succeeded!"
Ferrari was sowhat emotional, patting Song Heping on the shoulder, his voice suddenly choked with emotion.
This statent, "We've succeeded," isn't just about the entire operation involved in this coup.
It ans that, after losing their base in the Middle East, after Song Heping was listed on the KB group's blacklist, and after losing all defense contracts, during these past two years, through the desperate efforts of these old brothers, "Musician" defense has managed to establish itself on this ancient land of Africa.
Now it can be said, even without any business or markets outside of Africa, "Musician" defense could still live well.
This is the starting point of a return to the peak.
The financial capital to start anew.
With this capital, it implies that everything can be started again from scratch.
Implying that neither the CIA nor the "Elder Council," which had been chasing them, could do anything to them.
"Yes, we've succeeded."
Song Heping noticed Ferrari's excitent, he nodded to his good partner to show agreent.
The helicopter slowly landed on the open ground of the camp, the rotor noise gradually subsiding until silence.
Song Heping unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed open the door, and was the first to jump off the helicopter.
"Noel, co down."
Song Heping walked to the rear cabin door, calling to Noel inside.
Inside the cabin, Noel lifted his head, a flash of hesitation in his eyes, but under Song Heping's urging, he finally stood up slowly and walked out of the cabin.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt dizzy, his body swayed, nearly falling over.
Song Heping reached out to steady him, whispering, "Don't go weak-kneed. If you just announce your resignation and hand over power, you might not have to die."
Noel looked at Song Heping blankly. Before he could speak, a large group of soldiers surrounded them.
"Song! You've finally returned."
Lumar approached with big strides, turning to introduce Song Heping: "This is General Du Er, our opposition's supre leader. He has personally co to greet you!"
Song Heping gave Du Er a slight smile, the two shook hands.
"As promised, I've brought Noel."
Lumar's gaze shifted to Noel, a look of coldness flashing through his eyes.
He stepped forward, grabbed Noel by the collar, pulling him away from Song Heping: "President Noel, welco to our camp."
Noel struggled a bit, but was soon held in place by two burly soldiers, unable to move.
Fear filled his eyes, wanting to say sothing, but in the end, nothing ca out.
"Take him down first, and watch him closely!"
Du Er waved his hand, and soldiers took Noel away.
Song Heping stood there, watching Noel's fading figure, a flash of complex emotion in his eyes.
He knew that Noel's fate was no longer in his own hands.
"You should rest a bit; we have to have a talk with Noel."
Du Er's smile was brighter than the rising sun.
"Tonight I will personally host a banquet. Mr. Song, you must co to my tent and allow to express my respect for you."
"Alright."
Song Heping hadn't slept all night in Butare, and he truly felt a wave of fatigue washing over him.
"I do need a cold shower."
He tugged at his clothes, sniffing under his nose.
"I feel like spoiled bread right now."
After they bid farewell, an adjutant stepped forward.
"Mr. Song, please co this way. We've arranged a good place for you to rest."
A few people turned and followed the adjutant toward their tent.
Jiang Feng suddenly looked back at the direction Noel was taken away, asking Song Heping: "Do you think that forr President will be executed? I've heard that in these African countries, forr presidents often et a grim fate after coups."
Song Heping couldn't help but glance back, suddenly feeling a peculiar sensation, his right eyebrow twitching involuntarily.
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