Battlefield Contractor

The convoy of Lin Rui and others came all the way to the area at the junction of Niger and Mali, which is also the place where terrorist activities are most rampant. With this armor, plus a masked turban, and the pole port number brushed on the body, here is the pass. No one would come foolishly to offend a group of vicious "holy warriors."

"It seems that our journey is very smooth." Sergey whispered. "The border villages are in front of you."

"The goal of the vehicle is too big for us to drive over. Find a place to hide the car and we will walk over." Lin Rui looked at his watch and said, "It's almost time for their meals at this time. Lots of people. It’s easier for us to get in."

"But boss, how can we cause a melee between them and Mukhtar after getting in?" Sergey asked in a low voice.

"Let's get in and see the situation before talking." Lin Rui whispered. They took a moment to think about it and mixed with the militants returning to the camp because they were not questioned.

Most of the militants in the camp gathered together for dinner. They usually sit on the floor, put their guns on their thighs, break the bread into small pieces or the rice into small **** one by one, and pinch them into the mouth with a few fingers. Even the dishes with soup, they all eat it. The food is crude, but they seem to have only this.

"What are you eating? It's like some rice and chicken, but most of it should be a local vegetable." Sergey whispered, "The food is bad enough."

At this time, Lin Rui noticed that someone was approaching, and deliberately lowered his head not to look at that person, so as not to let him come and talk, causing himself to reveal a flaw. This person didn't stop by his side but walked straight behind Lin Rui, talking to another militant in a low voice.

Lin Rui did not understand it, but Crazy Horse did. He whispered, "That man is like a quartermaster in the camp. He is talking about the supplies promised to them by the secret society, and it has not yet arrived. And at the camp opposite Mukhtar, they even have roast lamb. He also said the secret The company has been desperately delivering things to the camp opposite."

"It seems that there is a real contradiction." Lin Rui whispered.

"It looks like it is." Crazy Horse whispered. Two people in the distance avoided the other militants and talked aside, but a dispute soon formed. Eventually one of the militants said a few words loudly, and then kicked the gravel on the ground like a vent. Crazy Horse didn't hear what they said in low voices, but he could hear the loud sounds later.

"What's wrong?" Lin Rui whispered.

"They are questioning whether the secret society is not credible. They are not distributing new weapons and ammunition here, and even the supplies are almost bottomed out and have not been replenished. But opposite Mukhtar’s camp, there is a cart of weapons and ammunition. The food provided by the truck is several times better than here. These jihadist resistance people have already suspected that Mukhtar had united with the secret society members and wanted to drive them out of this area, so they deliberately refused to deliver them. Supplies." Crazy Horse whispered.

"Therefore, there is an ancient Chinese saying that when the soldiers and horses are not moved, the food and grass go first. The troops will be hungry if the logistical supplements give problems. Soldiers can be hungry for one day, but if they are hungry the next day and the third day, there are often only two results , Either deserters. Or they are forcing the soldiers to completely mutiny." Lin Rui whispered.

"But why has the secret agency stopped supplying them?" Crazy Horse whispered.

"It's very simple. The secret agency knows about the actions of the joint forces. They already know that the two camps here will not be kept soon. They continue to deliver food and supplies to Mukhtar because they want Mukhtar to take the blame for them. , So it seems that the power is not good enough. No U.S. suspects it. But the situation of the Jihadist Resistance Army is different. They are useless in the eyes of the secret society. The secret society's money is not windy, since you know this The place is in a few days. It will be completely cleaned up by the joint forces. So the secret agency will no longer give him support."

"I understand, the secret agency is supporting Mukhtar, and it has to do it, because the US military has determined that Mukhtar was the murderer who attacked the joint military camp. The secret society must make Mukhtar look strong and powerful in order to carry it. You have to move this pot. But the secret society doesn't care about the jihadist resistance army. So even their daily supplies are stopped." Crazy Horse nodded.

"But it is precisely this that makes the jihadist resistance believe that the secret agency is unfair, and Mukhtar is making great efforts to arm. The jihadist resistance is beginning to worry about whether Mukhtar, who is now so powerful, will attack. They, the contradiction between the two sides has become more and more prominent. This situation at this time really meets all my previous judgments." Lin Rui whispered.

"How to start?" Sergey whispered.

"Let's go to their weapon and ammunition depot first. Before we do anything, I want to see if there are traces of dot missiles." Lin Rui said in a low voice, "Anyway, we also need some weapons that can make big movements. So that these jihadist resistance terrorists think they have been attacked by Mukhtar’s men."

Lin Rui led the brothers to the ammunition warehouse in the camp. The ammunition warehouse was a big house in the village. There were armed guards at the door. Lin Rui and the others did not alert them, climbed over the wall from the side, turned over and landed in the ammunition magazine.

"Russian, unlock the lock. The others are on guard so that no one will come to the ammunition depot occasionally." Lin Rui made a gesture.

Sergey quickly opened the lock and pushed the door aside, and a smell of maintenance oil peculiar to the armory came from inside. The mercenaries walked in and found that this was a considerable armory. There are various weapons inside, but most of the weapons are not new, and there are many disassembled gun parts scattered in the corners.

"It seems that you are right. These jihadist resistance forces have not received the secret agency’s weapons and financial support. Judging from the weapons here, most of them are old, and many of them are assembled. Standard modification and home-made weapons, typical militia armed style." Sergei mocked.

"I think I found something suitable to make movement." Lin Rui pointed to a pile of small gas tanks in the distance. This is not exactly a gas tank, it seems that a stabilized tail has been welded on it to make it look like a cannonball.

Sergey smiled and said, "Damn it, is this a gas tank shell? In Syria, people used to do this often."

This is a gas tank artillery that was once popular during the Syrian War. A large number of explosives and fuzes are filled in a steel tank and fired by a homemade large-caliber mortar, which is powerful and safe.