Battlefield Contractor

"What sound? Did you hear any sound?" Zhao Jianfei, who was training these African boys, frowned slightly, and turned to ask a soldier next to him. (..)

"Reporter sir, there is no voice." The African buddy replied loudly, holding his chest due to chronic malnutrition and lacking flesh and blood.

"No, it seems that I heard some strange sound." Zhao Jianfei suspiciously, "Stop it all, don't shout.

Before the words fell, three fireballs broke out in the barracks not far away, and thick smoke billowed. The roar of the African soldiers training below also spread from far away: "Air strike!"

"I'm going! All hidden!" Zhao Jianfei's expression changed drastically, and he turned and rushed out of the training ground. Before he ran a few steps, he was overturned by a wave of anger...

"Sir! Sir!"

It hurts so much... Zhao Jianfei opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the dark face with a half-person tall bush behind him. It was a trained Somali soldier who woke him up.

"It's you?" Zhao Jianfei turned over and sat up, shaking his head stunned by the air wave, and a bullet crater was exploded not far away with a glance at his eyes.

"Thank you kid. Stay on your stomach, we were raided." Zhao Jianfei patted the soldier on the shoulder.

"Oh." The skinny Somali soldier lowered his head obediently and the cat was in the bushes. His life was important, and he didn't need to teach these things.

Zhao Jianfei nodded, then turned around and rushed out.

"Everyone listened, quickly organized the defense, and the team leaders reported the situation...damn it!" Zhao Jianfei just yelled and shut up, because the roar of artillery couldn't even hear what he said, so He could only get away from the Somali soldiers who had been trained for a while, running around like a headless fly.

Zhao Jianfei ran to the side of the training field and dragged a struggling person on the square. He carried the person on his back and ran to a hidden place to put it down. The man who bowed his head, was the sentinel who sounded the alarm first, and was shaking with fright.

"Get me up! What's the situation?" Zhao Jianfei grabbed him and shouted.

The sentry trembled with fright. Zhao Jianfei opened his eyes wide and swallowed hard: "Sir! Are you okay."

"Fortunately. Pick up your weapon, go to the various teams, and call everyone here. We were attacked. It should have been a mortar shelling just now. We have to use this time to organize defenses." Zhao Jianfei took the Somalia The soldier grabbed his feet and shouted, "Go, inform everyone you see, bring weapons and come here to assemble!"

Another black soldier dragged out several people from the ruins of the collapsed barracks from the explosion, but they did not bring them here after checking them. They should be dead.

"Sir, you, a black soldier, suddenly slapped Zhao Jianfei and pointed his finger to the sky.

"What?" Zhao Jianfei followed the direction of the black soldier's finger-several transport helicopters were hovering not far away, descending the soldiers. One after another, heavily armed soldiers slid down from the rope, many of which landed only a few hundred meters away from the camp.

"Broken! It's a surprise attack by plane. Quick! Quick! Find a guy!" Zhao Jianfei's face was difficult to come by, and the camp was so crude. The ground defense force was already weak, and it was already destroyed by a round of headless artillery. Fortunately, most soldiers were originally on the training ground, some distance from the camp, and most of their light weapons were still intact.

"Go find someone to organize a defense." Zhao Jianfei snorted fiercely and patted the black soldier. After speaking, he rushed out of the bushes, and then rolled into the crater closest to him.

There is a Type 81 short assault rifle beside the pit. This weapon was used as a substitute for AK and exported to the Middle East and Africa. Compared with the orthodox Soviet-made AK, its performance is not weak. Zhao Jianfei grabbed the gun in his hand and checked it again. The magazine was full and still usable.

Putting down the gun on the spot, Zhao Jianfei took aim at another target. A light machine gun and half a corpse were next to a destroyed military truck. The upper body of the corpse was gone, and only half of the belly was attached to a thigh, but it was there. Fortunately, a magazine bag hung on this thigh.

After waiting for another explosion gap, Zhao Jianfei rushed out of the cat waist, put the gun behind him first, and then began to untie the magazine bag.

"Damn it, it's really strong!" Zhao Jianfei tore the devil sticker on the magazine bag, but this thing is really like being possessed by a ghost and can't be taken away. Zhao Jianfei simply pulled out the four inside and connected them together. Pin the drum behind his waist, and then rushed back to the first crater. Because the round drum of this class light machine gun can be shared with the assault rifle in his hand.

"Got it!" Zhao Jianfei gasped and muttered to himself, but before he could catch his breath, a few bullets flew over his head.

Those people have rushed up! Zhao Jianfei was anxious, and ignored the bullets flying around, so he rushed out. There is no danger in space here, and you must rush to the barracks not far away! There are many buildings and complex terrain, maybe it can be dealt with. Zhao Jianfei comforted himself, and it was not far away! A bomb exploded behind him directly sent him over with a gas wave.

"Asshole!" Zhao Jianfei spit out the sand in his mouth, and after rolling into the shelter of the building, the bullet hit the concrete building.

"Boss, isn't it exciting?" A person flashed beside him and said with a light smile.

"Chen Nanqing! Where the **** did you go? I almost died." Zhao Jianfei shouted furiously.

Chen Nanqing shrugged and said, "Just now, there was chaos everywhere. I have tried my best to organize manpower. Boss, our situation is not good this time. We were caught off guard as soon as we came up."

"Not to mention these useless, how many people have you organized?" Zhao Jianfei whispered.

"There are less than fifty people, and the rest are all scattered around. I am afraid it will be difficult to gather for a while. We can only rely on them to fight separately." Chen Nanqing shook his head and said, "We are too passive, the other side is prepared, and not only It is armed with local warlords, and there are a large number of mercenaries."

"How about the arms of these people you brought?" said the African soldiers behind Zhao Jianfei.

"There are not many bullets, I finished picking up the enemy's gun." Chen Nanqing proficiently checked the weapon again, pretending that it didn't matter, perhaps he could give the black guys behind him some confidence. These Somali soldiers can come here for training, in fact, they are already well mixed in the local armed forces.

Many of them were child soldiers, and they were accustomed to killing, and they were surprisingly bold. If you can quickly recover from the chaos of the attack, you may not have the ability to fight back.