Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 739: A Foreign Land, an Old Friend

The driver, Xiao Hei, quickly drove the car to the side of the road. The two jeeps shuttled quickly through the woods and soon stopped in an open space.

Several people got off the car quickly.

The four black bodyguards looked so nervous that they crouched down and fled into the woods, hiding behind the trees.

Seeing this bold move, Song Heping was stunned.

"Fuck me!"

Jiang Feng cursed.

"What are you doing!"

In theory, the role of a bodyguard is to protect the employer. Before the employer is confirmed to be safe, the bodyguard must stand in front of the employer, set up a cordon, and form an effective line of defense to avoid being attacked by the attacker.

These four bodyguards only cared about escaping into the nearby woods, leaving several people in the open space. They showed no professionalism at all.

"It is better to rely on yourself than on others."

Song Heping checked the Type 56 submachine gun in his hand.

When entering Sudan this time, Song Heping already had an understanding of the situation there.

So when he hired a guide and bodyguards, he gave the guide a generous fee and asked him to prepare a few guns for him.

He, Jiang Feng, Antonov and Nura each had an assault rifle, a pistol and four grenades.

As for a tactical vest, it is not necessary, a bullet belt will be enough.

As a result, the guide really brought it, and Song Heping and Jiang Feng were delighted when they saw it.

It turned out that what he got for himself and the others were Type 56 submachine guns and Type 63 belts, but the pistol was TT-33, a classic work of the Su family.

Money makes things easier. I also got some grenades, model M67, which can be used as is.

At that time, the guide was bragging and making fun of Song Heping for doing something unnecessary, saying that with him and his bodyguards there, why would the customer need to carry a gun himself?

Fortunately, Song Heping had the foresight to not believe this guy's boasting, otherwise he would be in trouble now.

Several people did not enter the woods because this open space was said to be an open space, but in fact there were a lot of used tires and used car parts piled up around it, and it was obvious at a glance that it was a scrap yard.

It's possible that someone used to run a used car business here, and after the war the boss ran away and left behind these assets.

In Africa, second-hand items are full of treasures.

Take those old tires for example. Even if they are worn out and scrapped, they can be cut into pieces and made into shoes and sold for money.

"Let's stay out of it and see what happens."

Several people dispersed behind the pile of waste tires and occupied defensive positions in different directions. After the arrangements were made, Song Heping gave the first order.

"it is good."

Antonov strongly agreed with Song Heping's decision.

"That's right, don't get involved in their cause and effect."

Jiang Feng's words even had a bit of Buddhist flavor.

The gunshots came from the west, and to the west is the road to Ethiopia. After walking more than 40 kilometers, you will enter Ethiopia.

Soon, Song Heping saw a smoking black SUV driving towards this side, with white smoke billowing from the front of the car. He knew at a glance that the water tank had been punctured and the cooling water inside was now bubbling out.

Behind the SUV were three pickup trucks.

Pickup trucks are the most typical African armed vehicles, and they play the same role as the Hummer deployed by the US military - although the former does not have as good protection as the latter, it also has the advantages of strong mobility, strong firepower, and good loading capacity.

However, the cargo boxes of these three pickup trucks were not equipped with large-caliber machine guns, but were filled with militants armed with AK47 and FAL automatic rifles.

These guys were chewing khat and were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

They didn't seem to be in a hurry to destroy the SUV in front, but instead played with the target like a cat playing with a mouse.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the SUV in front was leaking and could not escape.

Bang, bang, bang—bang, bang, bang—

"Hahahaha! Look at that guy! They're panicking!"

"Oh! Just hit the curb! It'll save us from wasting bullets!"

"Coward! Stop the car and fight us!"

The black militants in the back were making all kinds of noises at this time. They were whistling and shouting in the pickup truck bed, and occasionally firing a few shots, making the SUV in the front even more panicked.

Finally, the black Toyota SUV in front, either because the car really couldn't move or the driver had completely collapsed, shook a few times, plunged into the ditch on the side of the road, and crashed into a half-person-high grass pile. The wheels spun a few times and the engine died.

The car door opened, and two bodyguards, Xiao Hei, abandoned the car and fled at the speed of a 100-meter sprint. What made Song Heping laugh and cry was that they even forgot to take their guns. Only the same type of bullet belts on their bodies could prove their identity as bodyguards.

"Oh my god!" Jiang Feng whispered, "There seems to be someone else in the car, probably the employer!"

His words made Antonov look at the bodyguards hiding in the woods. Then he turned around and said to Song Heping, "I warned you that the bodyguards here are cheap but not very useful. If you want to find someone, look for our Russian bodyguard organization here."

Song Heping said, "I asked you to look for it, why didn't you look for it?"

Antonov was speechless after being retorted.

Song Heping did ask him to go find it at that time.

As a result, Antonov had heard that some of his Russian compatriots were forming a mercenary group in Africa, but he didn't know where to find them.

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While the few people were talking, three pickup trucks also stopped in the middle of the road. The militants became excited when they saw the two bodyguards escaping, and rushed to shoot at the targets.

In Song Heping's opinion, this kind of chaotic strafing has nothing to do with any skills or tactics, but at least there are many people, many bullets, and dense rain of bullets.

Although many bullets hit the road next to the two bodyguards, there were finally a few lucky bullets that hit the two unlucky bodyguards, making them feel cold and bloody.

After one of the bodyguards fell to the ground, he saw several black bodyguards hired by Song Heping in the woods while struggling, and also saw several heads sticking out from behind the tires in the parking lot.

He realized there were people here.

He instinctively wanted to open his mouth to ask for help.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out.

Jiang Feng frowned.

"There's no hope. His internal organs are all shattered..."

The bodyguard who was shot soon breathed his last.

But the militants who rushed up to surround him seemed to be still unsatisfied. Several young men, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, were laughing and joking. It didn't look like they had just killed two living people. Instead, they killed an antelope on the grassland, fired a burst of bullets at the corpse with their rifles, and after destroying the corpse, they laughed and turned back to walk towards the Toyota SUV.

"Alas, the employer in the car is dead..."

Jiang Feng's sigh hadn't even finished when he suddenly exclaimed, "Chinese?!"

Two more people got out of the SUV that had already crashed on the roadside. They held their heads and made a gesture of surrender as soon as they got out of the car, as if to tell the militants that they were not a threat.

But before Jiang Feng could scream and land, Song Heping was shocked and couldn't help but whispered: "Fuck! A Guan!"

Because Song Heping knew both people who came out of the car!

One of them was A Guan, his former business partner in Yiligo. Song Heping had also met the other one. A Guan had brought him to Yiligo and taken wood. He still remembered that this guy's surname was Hou, or Hou Xing or something. At that time, he told Song Heping arrogantly that if it was not easy to make a living in Yiligo, or if he failed to make it, he should come to Africa and he would take him to do business and fly!
Uh……

"I know these two people. I need to take care of this matter."

Song Heping made the decision immediately without hesitation.

"Jiang Feng, go around and go to the three o'clock position."

"Anton, you and Noura provide fire support here while I flank them. Once you're in position, listen for the sound of my gunfire and start firing. Once the fire begins, immediately form a crossfire and kill them as quickly as possible. Don't leave any alive!"

(End of this chapter)