Everyone's faces were filled with confusion. Their eyes were empty, and their clothes were ragged. Coupled with the dilapidated houses and the traces of war that could be seen everywhere, Jiang Cheng finally saw what the power of war was.
Everyone's eyes were lifeless, as if they were very confused about tomorrow. When they saw Jiang Cheng's Son of the East, everyone just glanced at it casually and turned their heads to do their own things. Jiang Cheng saw that they were all packing up their luggage one by one. It seemed that they were planning to move.
Jiang Cheng stopped the car and stopped one of the young men passing by. He asked him in English, "Excuse me, are there any organizations nearby?"
The young man looked at Jiang Cheng with an incredulous expression. It seemed that he was surprised by his question. He ignored Jiang Cheng and was ready to leave without looking back!
As soon as Jiang Cheng saw this, he immediately took out a US dollar bill from his pocket. This was the 5,000 US dollars funded by his superiors. Jiang Cheng always carried it with him, waiting for the right time to spend it.
When a 100-denomination Franklins were handed over, the young man's face immediately changed. He smiled at Jiang Cheng and said, "There are mysterious people in the suburbs four kilometers away from this street. They are probably the ones you are looking for. Well, that's all I know. But sir, I advise you not to provoke them. They are the devil!"
The young man sneakily stuffed the money into his pocket, then carried the package on his shoulder and walked to the end of the road.
Behind him were many people. They all took advantage of the cool morning, picked up their luggage, brought their families, and walked together to the distant dock.
Suddenly, Jiang Cheng remembered the news about a large number of illegal immigrants in Europe. It turned out that in order to survive, these people crossed the Mediterranean Sea thousands of miles to the capitalist countries of Europe, going there to find a trace of foundation.
Some fled with their families, and some stayed locally. In 1984, the official population of Tubrugg was 80,000. However, when Jiang Cheng drove across the city, he felt that there was not even half of the 80,000 people here. The whole city was sparsely populated except for those who fled with their luggage.
There was smoke, ruins, and hunger everywhere.
A skinny boy was pulled by his parents and followed the crowd to the seaside. From time to time, someone in the crowd handed out a sign to the crowd, which was bought by the civilians.
A sign was equivalent to a ship ticket, and each sign had to be traded in US dollars. The local government's currency had long lost the ability to buy things. It was just like a piece of waste paper, with no value at all. It could only be used to wipe one's ass. The international community did not recognize the usability of their currency.
Seeing so many people fleeing for their lives, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but lament. In war, it was always the commoners who were injured. Jiang Cheng thought of two lines from an ancient poem: Prosperity, the commoners suffer. Forgetting, the commoners suffer!
But even if Jiang Cheng wanted to give them a helping hand, he couldn't do anything about it. He was now in a dangerous situation, and he was about to become a lone hero to save the son of a certain leader!
Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng was angry. Why should so many people be sacrificed for an unimportant person? They had already sacrificed the elites of two squads, and now they dragged him, an elite, along. If he died here, wouldn't it be a great loss? His life was much more precious than the lives of those childes.
However, the mission had been accepted, and the order had been issued. He had to execute it. If he failed to save the hostage, it would be fine. If he was rescued, but the hostage was killed on the way, he would be in a more passive position.
According to the character of those leaders, they would definitely want him to be the scapegoat!
Therefore, in order not to be the scapegoat, Jiang Cheng had to make a plan first. First, he had to figure out the situation, and then he had to plan his escape route.
This was the territory of North Africa. There was yellow sand everywhere. The vast plain was full of sand. When the wind blew, the yellow sand would fly into the sky. It was very convenient to use as a cover for escape.
Jiang Cheng followed the direction pointed by the young man and drove west for about three thousand meters. Sure enough, he saw a gathering place about five hundred meters away. There were many military tents set up in that place.
On the periphery of the camp, there were several soldiers in black clothes and black hats standing guard. The submachine guns in their hands were vivid.
Jiang Cheng recognized them at a glance. They were the notorious so-called Jihad terrorist organization of XXX country. This organization did all kinds of evil. It was unknown how many innocent children and soldiers had been deceived into this evil organization.
This evil organization had killed countless defenseless people and cut off countless heads. They cruelly used knives to cut off the heads as if they were cutting meat. Then they piled up the heads, took photos and videos, and uploaded them to major websites around the world to show off to the world.
They also occupied oil fields everywhere and stole and sold oil. More than 60% of their income came from stealing and selling oil. Wherever there was war and oil fields, there would be shadows of their activities.
The local religion helped them a lot. Many people covered for them. They did robbing things in the name of religion.
It was almost morning. The sun was getting bigger and bigger. The yellow sand was illuminated by the sun, and the temperature on the surface began to rise instantly. Jiang Cheng saw that the guards seemed to be unable to stand the heat and had hidden in the tents to cool down.
Jiang Cheng picked up the binoculars and observed carefully. He found that there were more than twenty tents in the camp. According to the scale of the march, there were about eighty to one hundred people in this group.
Moreover, these people's firepower was very strong. The weapons and ammunition piled up outside were sufficient proof of this. Also, the various weapons in their hands were also their capital.
Jiang Cheng stopped the car, then opened the trunk and took out the thing he brought. It was a domestic PF-98 rocket launcher. This kind of rocket launcher was equipped with a 120MM rocket gun. The power of a shell fired was amazing, and only one person could operate it. It was easy to carry, simple to use, and powerful.
This type of rocket launcher was imported from the Russians, and then the researchers of our country modified it to make the weapon more advanced. Moreover, the 120mm shells equipped with it were extremely lethal. One shell could directly blow up a four-story building. It was simply the best weapon for urban warfare, and the blast damage was huge in the wild, so it had always been the main armed equipment of the military.
Jiang Cheng was not a fool. He was going to carry out the so-called bullsh * t rescue plan alone. How could he not bring something useful with him? If he fell before he could even open fire, wouldn't it be a joke?
At this time, the temperature of the desert was getting higher and higher. There was not a single person on the road, let alone a trace of vehicles. Only some scrapped cars were left in the desert, and the iron sheets were covered with thick yellow sand.
Jiang Cheng parked the car behind these scrapped cars and made full use of these scrapped cars as his cover. Then, he slowly took out the PF-97 and loaded the shell.
After everything was ready, Jiang Cheng aimed at the two outermost tents in the camp and directly fired at one of them.
"Xiu!"
The 120MM shell was directly fired from the rocket launcher. It flew at high speed towards the tent with a tongue of flame.
In less than two seconds, the tent five hundred meters away was directly blown up. It also blew up a few tents nearby. More than a dozen soldiers who were squatting and resting inside were instantly blown up into minced meat. Their broken arms and legs flew directly into the sky.
This domestic third-generation vanguard weapon was not just for show. After a shell passed, a gap was blown up in the camp in an instant. The sound of the explosion resounded through the sky.
Even if the camp was full of pigs sleeping, they would probably wake up after being hit by such a shell.
Sure enough, after such a shell was fired, the camp immediately exploded. Jiang Cheng only heard that the people there began to shout. They were shouting in a language that Jiang Cheng could not understand. Because Jiang Cheng's Arabic was too bad, he did not even know the most basic words of greeting, so Jiang Cheng could only guess blindly.
However, even without guessing, he could basically guess that those terrorists must be crying for their parents, wondering where they were going to fire the artillery, and why they had fired the artillery at their camp.
At this time, in the central tent of the camp, a bearded man of Turkic descent was standing in the center of the camp. He held a classic AK47 in his hand and shouted to his subordinates, "What's going on? Where did they fire the artillery? Is it the bombers of Country G coming? "
They had no choice. In the past few days, Country G's fighter jets and bombers had been operating crazily in the territory of Country L. They had dropped almost a hundred bombs. Every bomb was something that could kill them.
This small detachment was also separated from the main force, and they also had a secret mission from their leader, which was to bring a Chinese man to ELK, because that was their home ground.
With the intervention of international forces, the local situation became more chaotic. The government forces, anti-government forces, Country G, and terrorist organizations were fighting fiercely within the borders of Africa.
However, in the end, the firepower of the fighting people was still stronger. After a few rounds, the terrorist organizations and anti-government forces could not hold on any longer. They began to retreat, looking for a new foothold.
The Country G's army also completely showed an attitude of taking advantage of the situation to kill them. They did not give them a chance to breathe and directly went after their butts.
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