Battlefield Contract Worker

|->Chapter 667 Attacked

"What sound? Did you hear a sound?" Zhao Jianfei, who was training the African boys, frowned slightly and turned to ask a soldier beside him.

"Sir report, there is no voice." The African man replied loudly, holding out his chest, which had been left without meat due to long-term malnutrition.

"No, I seem to have heard a strange sound." Zhao Jianfei said suspiciously, "Stop, stop shouting.

Before he finished speaking, three fireballs erupted in succession in the barracks area not far away, and thick smoke billowed. The roar of the African soldiers practicing below also came from a distance: "Air strike!"

"I'm going! It's all hidden!" Zhao Jianfei's face changed greatly, he turned and rushed out of the training ground. Before he even ran a few steps, he was overturned by a wave of air...

"Sir! Sir!"

His face really hurts... Zhao Jianfei opened his eyes, what caught his eye was that dark face, behind which was a half-human-high bush. It was a trained Somali armed soldier who woke him up.

"It's you?" Zhao Jianfei rolled over and sat up, shaking his head stunned by the air wave, and at a glance he saw a bomb crater that was blown out not far away.

"Thank you, kid. Lie down and don't move, it looks like we were raided." Zhao Jianfei patted the soldier on the shoulder.

"Oh." The skinny Somali soldier bowed his head obediently and sat in the bushes. His life was at stake, and these things didn't need to be taught.

Zhao Jianfei nodded, looked around, turned around and rushed out.

"Everyone listen, quickly organize defenses, and the team leaders of each team report the situation... Damn!" Zhao Jianfei just shouted and then shut up, because the roar of the artillery couldn't even hear what he was saying, so he We can only watch these newly trained Somali soldiers run around like headless flies from a distance.

Zhao Jianfei ran to the side of the training ground and dragged a struggling man on the square. He carried the man and ran to a hidden place to put it down. Looking down at the person who was being carried over, this is the sentinel who first sounded the alarm, and was trembling with fear at this time.

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

The sentinel shuddered with fright, opened his eyes wide to see that it was Zhao Jianfei, and then swallowed hard: "Sir! Are you alright."

"Fortunately. Pick up your weapon, go to inform the various teams, and call everyone here. We were raided, and it should have been mortar shelling just now. We have to use this time to organize defense." Zhao Jianfei took the Somali The soldier picked up and shouted, "Go, tell everyone you see, bring your weapons and gather here!"

Another black soldier dragged several people out of the collapsed barracks after the explosion, but they didn't bring them here after checking, they should be dead.

"Sir, look!" A black soldier suddenly slapped Zhao Jianfei and pointed his finger at the sky.

"What?" Zhao Jianfei looked in the direction of the black soldier's finger—several transport helicopters were hovering not far away, and the soldiers were zipping down. Heavily armed soldiers slid from the ropes one after another, and many landed only a few hundred meters away from the camp.

"Broken! It's still an airborne raid. Hurry up! Hurry up! Find someone!" Zhao Jianfei's face turned ugly, the camp was outrageous. The ground defense force was already weak, and it was destroyed by a round of mindless artillery just now. Fortunately, most of the soldiers were already at the training ground, some distance from the camp, and most of their light weapons were still intact.

"Go find someone to organize defense." Zhao Jianfei gave a loud drink, patted the black soldier, rushed out of the bushes after saying that, and then rolled into a crater closest to him.

There is an 81-type short assault rifle by the pit. This weapon was once 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 at all. Zhao Jianfei grabbed the gun in his hand and checked it. The magazine was full and still usable.

Putting the gun down on the spot, Zhao Jianfei took aim at another target. Next to the destroyed military truck was a light machine gun and half a corpse. On this thigh, luckily hangs a magazine bag.

After waiting for a gap between the explosions, Zhao Jianfei rushed out from his waist, put the gun behind him first, and then started to unpack the magazine.

"Damn it, it's really sticky!" Zhao Jianfei tore off the devil sticker on the magazine bag, but it was like being possessed by a ghost and couldn't be removed. Zhao Jianfei simply pulled out the four inside and connected them in parallel. The drum was pinned behind his waist, and then he rushed back to the first crater with rolling and crawling. Because the round drum of this squad light machine gun can be shared with the assault rifle in his hand.

"I got it!" Zhao Jianfei muttered to himself, panting heavily, but before he could catch his breath, he looked up and saw a few bullets flying over his head.

Those people have already rushed up! Zhao Jianfei was in a hurry, and he didn't care about the flying bullets, so he rushed out. There is no danger in this space, and you must rush to the barracks area not far away! There are many buildings and the terrain is complicated, so maybe we can deal with it. Zhao Jianfei comforted himself, it really wasn't far! A bomb that exploded behind him sent him directly with a blast of air.

"Bastard!" Zhao Jianfei spat out the sand in his mouth, and after rolling and crawling to hide behind the building cover, the bullets hit the concrete building with a screeching sound.

"Boss, isn't it really exciting?" A person flashed next to him and said with a chuckle.

"Chen Nanqing! Where the **** did you go? I almost died. UU read www.uukanshu.com" Zhao Jianfei shouted angrily.

Chen Nanqing shrugged and said, "There was a riot just now, and there was chaos everywhere. I'm already trying my best to organize people. Boss, this time our situation is not good. As soon as we came up, we were caught off guard."

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

"There are less than 50 people, and the rest are scattered around. I'm afraid it will be difficult to gather together for a while, and we can only rely on them to fight each other." Chen Nanqing shook his head and said, "We are too passive, the other party came prepared, and not only It is a local warlord armed with a large number of mercenaries."

"How about the armed forces you brought?" Zhao Jianfei asked, looking at the African soldiers behind him.

"Not many bullets, pick up the enemy's gun after shooting." Chen Nanqing skillfully checked the weapon again, pretending that it didn't matter, perhaps giving the black buddies behind him some confidence. The fact that these Somali soldiers can come here for training is already considered a good mix in the local armed forces.

Many people were born as child soldiers, used to seeing killings, and were surprisingly courageous. If you can quickly recover from the chaos of the attack, you may not have the ability to fight back.