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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 the hood, and the polar port number brushed on the body, here is the pass. And no one would foolishly come to offend a group of vicious "jihadists."

"It seems that our journey is going well." Sergey whispered, "The frontiers are the frontier villages."

"The target of the vehicle is too big for us to drive past. Find a place to hide the car and let's walk there." Lin Rui glanced at his watch and said, "It's almost time for their meal, and the people coming and going will compare with each other. There are many. People are mixed, and it is easier for us to mix in.”

"But boss, after sneaking in, how can we cause them to fight with Mukhtar?" Sergey asked in a low voice.

"Come in and see what's going on first," Lin Rui said in a low voice. They took a little thought and mingled with the militants who had returned to the camp, as they had not been questioned.

Most of the militants in the camp gathered for dinner. They usually sit on the ground with firearms across their thighs, breaking bread into small pieces or rice into small **** one by one, pinching them with a few fingers and sending them into their mouths. Even the dishes with dashi, they all ate them all. The food is poor, but that's all they seem to be.

"What to eat. Like some rice and chicken, but most of them should be a local vegetable." Sergey whispered, "This guy is bad enough."

At this time, Lin Rui noticed that someone came over, and deliberately lowered his head not to look at that person, lest he come up to talk and expose his flaws. This man did not stop beside him, but walked straight to Lin Rui's back and whispered something to another militant.

Lin Rui didn't understand it, but Crazy Horse did. He whispered, "That figure is like the quartermaster of the camp. He is saying that the supplies promised by the secret society have not arrived yet. And in the camp opposite Mukhtar, they even have roast lamb to eat. He also said that the secret society has not yet arrived. The club has been desperately delivering things to the opposite camp these days.”

"It seems to be quite contradictory." Lin Rui whispered.

"It seems so." Crazy Horse whispered. The two people in the distance avoided other militants and talked, but a dispute soon formed. Eventually one of the militants said a few words aloud, then kicked the gravel in an emotional way. Crazy Horse didn't hear what they whispered, but he could hear the louder ones later.

"What's wrong?" Lin Rui whispered.

"They are questioning whether the secret society is not trustworthy. They have not distributed new weapons and ammunition here, and even the rations are almost bottomed out and have not been replenished. But in the camp opposite Mukhtar, the weapons and ammunition are one cart and one cart. The food supplies are several times better than here. The people of the jihadist resistance army have already suspected that Mukhtar has united with the people of the secret society and wanted to drive them out of this area, so they deliberately did not send them to them. Supplies." Crazy Horse whispered.

"That's why there is a saying in ancient China, food and grass go first before the troops and horses move. If there is a problem with logistics, the troops will starve. Soldiers can be hungry for one day, but if they are hungry again the next day and the third day, there are often only two outcomes. , or deserters. Or force the soldiers to mutiny completely." Lin Rui whispered.

"Why did the Secret Society stop supplying them?" Crazy Horse whispered.

"It's very simple, the secret society is aware of the actions of the coalition forces. They already know that the two camps here will not be saved soon. They continue to send food and supplies to Mukhtar because they want to let Mukhtar take the blame for them. , so it seems that the power is bad. There is no suspicion of the US military. But the situation of the jihadist resistance army is different. They are useless in the eyes of the secret society. The place is in a few days. It will be completely swept away by the combined forces. So the secret society will not give him any more care."

"I understand, the secret society is supporting Mukhtar, and it has to do it, because the US military has already identified Mukhtar as the murderer who attacked the coalition camp. The secret society must make Mukhtar look strong and strong before he can carry it But the secret society doesn't care what the jihadist resistance is. So even their daily sustenance has stopped." Crazy Horse nodded.

"But it is precisely this that makes the jihadist resistance believe that the secret society is not doing justice, and that Mukhtar is making great efforts to arm. The jihadist resistance is beginning to worry that the now greatly increased Mukhtar will not attack. They, the contradiction between the two sides has become more and more prominent. This situation at this time is really in line with all my previous judgments." Lin Rui whispered.

"How to start?" Sergey whispered.

"Let's go to their weapons and ammunition depot first. Before we do anything, I want to see if there are traces of dot missiles there." Lin Rui whispered, "Anyway, we also need some weapons that can make a big noise. To make these jihadist resistance terrorists think they were attacked by Mukhtar's men."

Lin Rui took 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 others did not alert them, climbed over the wall from the side, turned over and landed in the ammunition depot.

"Russian guy~www.readwn.com~ unlock. Others are on guard, so as not to encounter someone coming to the ammunition depot by chance." Lin Rui made a gesture.

Sergey quickly opened the lock, pushed the door open a line, and a smell of maintenance oil unique to the armory came from the inside. The mercenaries walked in and found it was a rather large armory. There are all kinds of weapons in it, but most of the weapons are not new, and there are many parts of the dismantled guns scattered in the corners.

"Looks like, you're right. These jihadist resistance troops have not been supported by the secret society's weapons and funds. Judging from the weapons here, most of them are old, and many of them are assembled. Standard modification and home-made weapons, typical militia style." Sergey mocked.

"I think I've found something suitable to make noise." Lin Rui pointed to a pile of small gas canisters in the distance. This is not exactly a gas tank, it seems that a stabilizer fin has been welded on it to make it look like a cannonball.

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

This is a gas tank cannon that was once popular during the Syrian war. A large amount of explosives and fuzes are filled in steel tanks and fired through a self-made large-caliber mortar, which has both power and safety.