Battlefield Contractor

Lin Rui and the others drove off, and they drove out of the area where the oil well was located, and passed the war-torn highway all the way. On the way, I also encountered tribal armed forces of the Dinka tribe, but the other party directly chose to ignore them and let them pass by. No militant even took a second look at them. The situation in the Nuer-occupied area is similar, and these tribal armed forces seem to be very afraid of them.

Lin Rui and the others didn't stop to ask, but went straight to the location indicated by the coordinates. An hour later, they found the truck. It's a truck, but it's actually a wreck. The vehicle was on the side of the road, but it was seriously burned. The truck is basically burnt to the point that only the frame is left.

"Damn it is our car." Ahu's face changed suddenly after stopping.

"Look to see if there are people or corpses." Lin Rui said with a heavy heart.

"Here is a body from an oil company. There is another one over there. Go and check it." Sergey waved behind the haystack on the side of the road.

"Go, go and take a look." Lin Rui patted Ahu, and the two walked over and found that this was one of the mercenaries on a black island. The corpse was covered with blood and was shot in many places. His locator was thrown on the side of the grass.

Ahu picked it up and looked at it, "It's ours. Damn, someone should have attacked the vehicle. He had a direct exchange of fire with the other party from the beginning. Judging from the blood on the ground, he escaped from the car. I turned on the GPS before and threw it into the grass, otherwise we would not even be able to find out their location."

"Anyone else?" Lin Rui looked around.

"There is another one in the car, which has been burnt to coke. But the hapless guy has no weapons on his body. It should be someone from another oil company." Sergey replied, "Adding the one over there, the total is Three people. One of our mercenaries and two of them are employees of oil companies."

Lin Rui nodded, "How about the corpse over there?"

"You better come and have a look." Sergey whispered.

Lin Rui followed him to the edge of the grass in front of him, pushed aside the weed, and revealed the corpse lying inside. An employee of this oil company fell to the ground with his hands tied.

"This is execution-style shooting. He was tied down and kneeled here, and the bullet was shot in from the back of his head, smashing the front face by half." Sergey gestured, "After the bullet was hit, this man He fell forward and formed what he is now. Judging from his kneeling height and the angle of the bullet, the person who shot him was not tall."

Lin Rui looked at the **** grassland and frowned, "It looks like someone robbed the car and killed our people. Crazy Horse, what do you think?"

"The surrounding footprints are very messy, with military boots footprints and barefoot footprints." Crazy Horse frowned. "It's hard to tell who killed them. But there is one thing worth noting."

"What?" Lin Rui turned around.

"Look at this, I picked it up there just now." Crazy Horse whispered, "It looks like it exactly matches the bullet holes left on the car body." He whispered while holding several bullet casings in his hand.

Lin Rui took the cartridge case from him and was taken aback for a moment, "5.56x45mm caliber?"

Crazy Horse nodded, "The NATO countries use the same caliber: M4A1, Famas, AR-15, SG550, SG552, M249."

"But these weapons are expensive, and those tribal armed forces will not use such weapons." Lin Rui whispered.

What Lin Rui said was the truth. Although weapons are rampant in Africa, most tribal armed forces use Soviet-Russian AK series weapons. Because this classic gun type is very reliable and durable, and cheap, and almost does not require too complicated maintenance. Therefore, the AK series weapons are the most ideal equipment for such low-tech and low-capital weapons in Africa, and of course the most popular equipment.

"It seems that the actuary is really talking about it." Lin Rui frowned, "It is not the tribal armed forces that attacked us."

"But besides these people, who else will attack our convoy?" Crazy Horse frowned.

Lin Rui thought for a while and said, "Tell Jonathan, don't say anything about this in advance, so that the employees of the oil well will not panic. Check again to see if there are any noteworthy traces around. I don't believe these attackers have a trace. None of them stayed."

"It seems that they are doing very professionally. They burned the car after killing people. Unlike ordinary militants, ordinary militants will definitely hijack vehicles." Sergey carefully looked at the marks on the ground and said, "United States Man, come here and see what this is?"

After Crazy Horse walked over, he squatted down and took a look, "There are a set of tire marks here, but they look vague."

"Can you tell which car it is?" Lin Rui frowned.

"The width of this kind of tire is definitely not a car." Crazy Horse frowned. "Either a motorcycle or another modified vehicle. Unfortunately, these traces are incomplete, and it can only be judged that they are heading west. "

"There are a lot of barefoot footprints here, but it looks like some children." Another mercenary whispered.

"For years of war, many children have become uncontrollable wild children. They run around, relying on scavengers to survive. These children especially like to hang out near the battlefield because they can get weapons or food and other supplies from the dead body. The footprints of some children here are not surprising." Crazy Horse shook his head.

"I found it." A mercenary raised his head, holding something in his hand, ran over and handed it to Lin Rui.

Lin Rui took it and looked at it. It seemed to be a handmade necklace. It seemed to be strung with some wooden beads and animal teeth. There were also a few turquoise stones. The pendant underneath had a bullet hanging from it. The workmanship is rough. There is a primitive style of African tribes.

"Look at this bullet, it is 5.56 caliber again. It is very likely that these people did it." Lin Rui handed it to the Crazy Horse beside him. He knows that Crazy Horse has more experience with these African indigenous things than he.

"Crazy Horse, can you tell which tribe it belongs to?" Lin Rui frowned and asked.

"Many tribes in Africa will make this kind of handmade necklaces. It is difficult to determine which ethnic group belongs to from the style. And African ethnic groups have great similarities. Don't look at the Dinka and Nuer people who have been fighting. Many parts of this nation are the same, and they all belong to the ancestors of the same tribe. They split into two tribes only a few hundred years ago, so they are very similar in appearance, language and living habits. It is difficult to rely on just a necklace Determine which tribe it is. Unless there are any obvious characteristics." Crazy Horse looked at the African necklace carefully and shook his head.

Lin Rui thought for a while, put the necklace away, and turned around and said, "After the search is complete, Ahu and the others go back to stabilize the mood of those oil well workers. The rest of them follow me, let's go. The town of Byei."