In the Zambi Mountains, the northern and southern forces of Sudan were fighting for the Baha oil field. The Baha oil field was the largest oil field in Sudan, with an estimated underground storage capacity of more than 80 million tons. Because of its location on the border, it was often the fuse that caused war.
The southern rebel forces had never been as powerful as the northern Sudan. But because of the recent support from some other rightist countries, it once felt like it had surpassed the northern Sudan. Although the two sides often fought and had conflicts, there were clear rules between them.
Within 30 kilometers of the Baha oil field, firepower was absolutely not allowed to spread. The reason was simple. Sudan did not have an oil industry system, and they would not build oil fields. If the artillery hit the Baha oil field, with their current industry, there was no way to rebuild it.
This formed a very funny situation. It was like two big men fighting over the ice cream cone in the hands of a child in the middle. When the two men were fighting to the death, they could not hurt the child, so each war usually did not last more than two months.
Jiang Cheng was 50 kilometers away from the main station area of Baha, and he could see artillery fire almost everywhere. Occasionally, he saw one or two charred bodies on the road, and it was not strange at all. Jiang Cheng happened to use the set of equipment bought in Uganda, a light machine gun and a pistol.
Jiang Cheng also brought the grenade, but Jiang Cheng dismantled the two earth mines and made them into explosive detonators used in the oil field. That thing was only suitable for defending positions, and not suitable for carrying in battle. Thinking of the bullets and firearms in his hands, Jiang Cheng could not help but tremble a little.
Having been retired for so many years, Jiang Cheng had not touched a gun on the battlefield for a long time. But in the bottom of his heart, the hot blood that belonged to a soldier was still like a flame, burning fiercely. The flames of war and the sound of artillery filled the sky, as if in an instant, Jiang Cheng had been brought back to the era of his military service.
"Motherf * cker, the business world is like a battlefield. I have really entered the battlefield now." Jiang Cheng laughed bitterly, and a pistol was loaded. This soldier must practice every day. If he lacked practice, he would not be accurate. In this case, Jiang Cheng's combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.
Ta, ta, ta. Suddenly, the sound of concentrated machine gun fire came from the front. Hearing this, Jiang Cheng immediately found a shelter and vigilantly observed the surrounding situation. This place was less than 50 kilometers away from the main theater of operations. It was the place covered by the forces of the Sudan's Northern Theater of Operations. However, the rebel forces had already captured this place yesterday afternoon, and Jiang Cheng did not know about it.
"Damn it, take this group of people away. These people are the enemy's technicians. We must bring them back to our superiors for interrogation, "a tall black soldier said to his comrades next to him. Their attire was very strange. They were all dressed in white and had an AK47.
Although the Sudanese people all looked the same, they could still clearly recognize that these people were different from the Sunan Army. The Sunan Army had neat uniforms, with a green commander and a red hat. From the looks of it, these people were an army formed by a bunch of rioters.
Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes and observed quietly. If it was just a battle between two armies, Jiang Cheng would definitely not interfere. With his current remaining combat effectiveness, it was not a problem to travel freely in this theater of operations. After all, the training in those years was not in vain. Not touching a gun for a few years did not weaken Jiang Cheng's reconnaissance ability.
"Three on the left, seven on the right, and a transport truck at the back. It seems that there are a lot of people in the rebel forces. " Jiang Cheng secretly recorded the information in his heart. These northern Jiangsu rebel forces seemed to have no organization and discipline, and there was no formation at all.
Jiang Cheng looked at the large number of captives they had captured, but they were just some refugees from the Zanbi area. It was simply difficult to find Chen Rongguang's position among these people. What should I do now? Jiang Cheng frowned and had a headache.
If Chen Rongguang was not dead now, where would he appear? This question really stumped Jiang Cheng. In this kind of war center, who could count on who to save their lives? Jiang Cheng not only had to pray that Chen Rongguang was not dead, but he also had to pray that he could find this guy.
"How can I find out where this guy is?" Jiang Cheng thought carefully for a while. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he had an answer. "It's not easy to find a chicken in a flock of chickens, but it's much easier to find a goose in a flock of chickens!" When Jiang Cheng thought of this, he immediately observed the direction in which the rebel forces were retreating.
Obviously, these rebel forces were capturing a large number of people alive. If Chen Rongguang was not dead, there was a high probability that he was captured in the rebel forces' camp. As long as he followed the rebel forces, Jiang Cheng would be able to find Chen Rongguang. However, the degree of danger of following them was too high.
This time, there were a total of 80 regiments of the rebel forces in northern Sudan. A regiment of 150 people was an army of 12,000 people. Even a hundred Jiang Cheng would not be able to bring people out under such supervision.
Jiang Cheng sighed helplessly. He had to give up this operation. Although Jiang Cheng was a top special operations member, he could not blindly throw his life away. He could travel freely in the enemy-occupied area, but it did not mean that he could find Chen Guangrong from the hands of 12,000 people.
Just as Jiang Cheng was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly saw such a scene. In a dilapidated refugee house, three rebel soldiers suddenly shouted loudly. At this time, four or five people walked out of the refugee house, shivering. These four or five people shouted loudly, "Don't shoot, don't shoot …"
Jiang Cheng frowned and thought to himself, "Mandarin?" After taking a careful look, four or five Asians walked out. One of them was short and fat, very similar to the description of An Qingdong. Jiang Cheng thought to himself, "Is this person Chen Guangrong?"
It had to be said that Jiang Cheng's luck was very good. On the first day of the war, Chen Guangrong followed the Sudanese troops and hid in the Baha oil field. Because the Baha oil field was an important crude oil production base, it was not allowed to shoot inside, so it was temporarily safe to hide in it.
But after a few days of fighting, the main war zone of the Baha oil field had been completely lost. Chen Guangrong and several other group representatives had to risk their lives and hide out of the Baha oil field. Unexpectedly, after running less than 20 kilometers, the rebel army caught up with them.
The soldiers who protected them sold their lives in the rear in order to cover the retreat of these people. Taking advantage of the hazy night, Chen Guangrong followed a few companions and walked for a day and a night before resting in this dilapidated refugee house. But not long after dawn, the rebel army's search team had already arrived here.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot, we have money, we don't want to die. As long as you don't kill us, we can give you anything. "The short and fat man among the five people was Chen Guangrong. Chen Guangrong raised his hands and looked at these black men in fear. At this time, he had been running for a day and a night, and both his mental and physical strength had reached the limit.
These black soldiers had never seen Chinese people, but they all showed a playful expression. One of them stepped on Chen Guangrong's shoulder and laughed, "Who are you? What do you do? " Chen Guangrong looked confused. Before he came to Sudan, he had an interpreter, but the interpreter was killed in the explosion. Now, no one in this group could speak English at all.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot. I will give you everything, I will give you everything … "Chen Guangrong was still shouting in panic. The four representatives on the side were so scared that they peed their pants, and no one dared to speak. At this time, the black soldier suddenly sneered and called his comrade to get something from the car.
After waiting for a while, only a black soldier was seen carrying a bucket of gasoline. As soon as he came over, he immediately poured it directly on Chen Guangrong's head! Chen Guangrong was so scared that he ran around, but a few black soldiers next to him immediately kicked Chen Guangrong back into the gasoline!
"Oh my God, what are they doing? Are they going to burn President Chen to death? " The other four representatives raised their heads and were dumbfounded when they saw this scene. These black soldiers actually wanted to burn Chen Guangrong alive in front of them? Was this still considered a human thing to do?
"Pour more, pour more! Wait a while before you can light it up. Look at the fireworks. "The black soldier shouted with all his might and directed another person to pour the oil. They were an army formed by mobs, and they already had no conscience. In the war, they were used to abusing prisoners of war, including brutally killing them.
To be precise, these people were not worthy of being soldiers at all. They were just a group of animals with guns. To kill a person so cruelly, they had even lost the basic bottom line of being human. Chen Guangrong was beaten to the ground by the black soldier. He couldn't move, and his body was covered with gasoline.
At this time, a few soldiers suddenly retreated a little. Two or three of them began to light cigarettes and chat with each other. Their faces looked very relaxed. They didn't look like they were about to kill a person. Instead, they were doing something casual. Their hateful faces were disgusting.
"President Chen … President Chen …" The four representatives looked at Chen Guangrong in the gasoline and shouted at him to leave. However, no one dared to take the initiative to pull Chen Guangrong away because behind them, two black soldiers were aiming their guns at their heads. If they moved even a little, their heads would definitely burst!
At this time, Jiang Cheng, who had been hiding behind the bunker, finally couldn't wait any longer. He walked out of the bunker and made a standard half-squatting position. He raised the M5 horizontally in front of him and aimed the muzzle at the head of a black soldier twelve meters away.
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