Yang Tian had been staying at the hotel where Kaduli was staying for three days.

"Boss, it's starting over there." Lizova hung up the phone and said to Yang Tian.

Yang Tian knew what she was talking about. Abuila had already boarded the express train to hell.

"By the way, Lizova, what's the date today?" Yang Tian suddenly remembered something.

It wasn't that he couldn't remember the date, he just wanted to get confirmation from Lizova.

Lizova thought for a while: "Boss, today is February 8th, and Valentine's Day is five days away."

The last sentence was specially added by Lizova. Valentine's Day is a good day. It seemed to remind Yang Tian and also to remind herself. Her eyes were a little dazed, and she subconsciously touched the scars on her face.

"Valentine's Day?" Yang Tian was stunned, looking up at the ceiling, but a sentence crossed his mind.

The Chinese New Year is tomorrow.

The Spring Festival seems so far away from me, everything is going well at home, has my mother made flower buns, and is Erya chasing after her pocket money again?

But thousands of miles away from my hometown, I have to witness a bloody massacre, which has to be said to be a tragedy.

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The main building of Kaduli's city hall, Zengjin's city hall, has collapsed in half, but it was still chosen by Abuila as his final destination.

Although this place was in ruins, Abuela felt that this place was a symbol of power, and he was a person who loved power very much.

After the capture of Kaduli, the wanton carnival lasted for a long time, but Abuela's carnival lasted even longer. The most common thing he does every day is to get drunk and have a carnival with his subordinates. After he is drunk, he will find two more.

Let a woman vent her anger.

This is still the case today.

However, the guard outside welcomed a late guest.

"General Saleh." Seeing Saleh's special car, the two guards hurriedly opened the door.

The motorcade stopped, and behind Saleh's car were three cars full of people.

A guard came forward. He was one of Abuela's personal guards. He had the rank of major, holding a cigarette in his mouth and a broken AK slung across his body. He asked curiously: "General, where are you going with so many people?"

?I heard that Tongalu is going to be attacked, is it true?"

Saleh stepped out of the car, wearing a red military cap and a clean military uniform. At his waist was his favorite gun, a golden Sand Eagle.

Taking out the Golden Sand Eagle from his holster, Saleh forced himself in front of the major.

Putting the barrel of the gun on his sunglasses, Saleh grinned with white teeth, raised the gun without warning, pointed it at the major's heart, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The huge gunfire of the Golden Sand Eagle spread far away. Several guards in front of the door were dumbfounded, as if they had been immobilized. They looked at Saleh in surprise, wondering where the major had offended Saleh.

He was shot dead by Saleh.

Saleh said nothing, still grinning and waving to the soldiers behind him.

Today is really a good day. The main military officers loyal to Abuela are basically here, allowing Saleh to catch them all.

Saleh also sent special personnel to deal with the remaining officers.

After taking care of these officers who were loyal to Abuela, most of the problem was solved. If any of the remaining soldiers dared to resist him, Saleh would not mind having his head smashed.

More than thirty soldiers jumped out of the car carrying brand-new AK rifles. Several of Saleh's personal guards had already stepped forward and quickly killed the guards in front of the door.

There are not many guards in the city hall, just a few gatekeepers.

Abuela may have expected that Saleh would betray him, but he did not expect that the betrayal would come so quickly, so his precautions were almost zero.

When Saleh found Abuela, more than a dozen officers were still not alert at all.

In the spacious room, empty wine bottles can be seen everywhere, the long table is filled with snacks, and weapons and guns can be seen everywhere.

Abuela sat on the sofa with great dignity, hugging two posing women and watching his subordinates playing game consoles.

Many of the officers are not very old, in their late teens or early twenties, and there are even a few younger child soldiers among them. Putting aside the war, they are also at the age where they are crazy about playing. They have a worn-out XBOX360,

After a few shooting games, you can play it with gusto.

There were two large speakers stacked in the corner, playing English songs tirelessly. No wonder a few people didn't know what was going on outside.

"Salih, come on...what do you mean?" Abuela suddenly changed his words when he saw the soldiers following Saleh, and his words became harsh.

Abuela is in his thirties, black in appearance, a little fatter, with a cigar in his mouth, puffing away smoke, but his brows are knitted together at this moment.

Several officers also looked at Saleh in confusion, wondering what Saleh was doing with so many soldiers.

Betrayal never entered their minds.

Saleh glanced at Abuila and others, whistled suddenly, waved his hand, turned and walked out of the room.

The soldiers standing in front of the door suddenly poured into the room, and a dozen brand-new AKs sprayed out long fire dragons.

It is not a broken gun with worn rifling and broken handle. The new gun rarely jams. The shells beat rhythmically and fall to the ground. The tinkling sound is surprisingly pleasant.

Screams, gunshots, curses, broken bottles, and flying sawdust were perfectly intertwined to form a waltz of death.

Abuela kept leaning forward to touch the gun, and a large amount of blood spattered on his broad body. He was carried by the bullet inertia, and fell next to the sofa, his eyes widened. Even until his death, he did not expect that Saleh

The betrayal came so quickly.

There was really little resistance. There were only a few experienced officers and guards who turned over and hid behind the sofa. They fired a few shots, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the barrage.

The gunfire like fried beans lasted for three full minutes before gradually stopping.

In the room, sawdust, sand, and the smell of blood were intertwined, and there was the sound of electricity from the TV screen, creating a scene of hell.

Saleh then walked into the room, waved his hand to carry the two injured men out, and walked over the pool of blood on the floor to Abuela.

Abuela could not die anymore. Looking at his almost beaten face, Saleh grinned, feeling a little annoyed that he did not give Abuila a chance to beg for mercy.

The only flaw.

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In the hotel, Yang Tian listened to Lizova reporting on the situation of the Patriotic Liberation Front.

There are 436 soldiers who have received basic firearms training.

There were originally more than 500 people, but after Saleh killed Abuela, he launched a bloody purge. More than 100 resisting soldiers were killed. The betrayal storm was finally settled, and Saleh took full power.

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Among these soldiers, they are generally around twenty years old, young and middle-aged, but there are also about less than a hundred infant soldiers, but there are still no children aged eleven or twelve, and the youngest is fifteen years old.

Among them, the real veterans, that is, the soldiers who have survived since the establishment of the Patriotic Liberation Front, are only about 150, according to Lizova.

To put it simply, it is a lack of exercise.

On the battlefield, Lizova, whose cells have been strengthened, can kill ten of them by herself.

The more soldiers the better, and of course the more elite the better.

The mercenary soldiers who were in Shattawi also arrived at Qaduli one after another, and were arranged by Yang Tian to start training.

Saleh didn't object too much to this. He also knew the importance of soldier training. Pelokov and a group of former special forces were responsible for the training, and they would only welcome him with their hands.

Saleh and Yang Tian are still in the sweet period now, so he doesn't care too much about Yang Tian's actions and whether he means to evade him.

Of course, Yang Tian didn't have time to play tricks. As long as Saleh was responsible enough, Yang Tian would not choose to touch him.

In terms of weapons and equipment, they are all AK rifles. They are durable and easy to use. They are particularly common in Africa. In some war-prone areas, almost everyone has one.

Others are also mixed with some sporadic other firearms, such as G3 rifles, AKMS, etc., and even domestic Type 86 and Type 95.

As for heavy weapons, things are a bit mixed.

RPG, this thing is indispensable, and there are many of them. Lizova has made a rough count, and there are hundreds of them.

As for the heavy machine guns, they are all technological modifications and are welded on pickup trucks for easy movement. Among them, the Deshka 12.7mm heavy machine gun is the main one, and there are also many M2HB.

There are about forty such modified vehicles, which seems like a lot. It is equivalent to a battalion of soldiers equipped with more than forty heavy machine guns. But the key to the problem is that this thing is so easy to use in Africa and very cheap.

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We can't even hope for heavier weapons, such as mortars. Even if they exist, not many people can control them.

However, what surprised Yang Tian was that there were actually two B10 recoilless rifles, which were also welded and installed on the pickup truck. This thing was easy to control and had moderate power, but it didn't have enough shells.

Now the headquarters of the Patriotic Liberation Front is in Kaduli. Once Abuila died, he also broke away from the tribes that originally supported him and had a relative existence.

Kaduli is in ruins, with no economic foundation at all and very few basic daily necessities.

Saleh also had no idea of ​​rebuilding and supplying logistics, and mainly focused on looting.

And all of these are the basic team for Yang Tian to conquer the world.
Chapter completed!