One hundred and twenty fourth mixed into the enemy
"Let you go, why don't you go? I'm so injured, aren't you..." Eric, who had taken morphine, felt a little better. He complained helplessly. Eric wanted to say that these soldiers were
Following him to death was in vain, but he really couldn't say these words to these comrades who risked their lives for him.
"The mission hasn't been completed yet, how can we leave?" The adjutant also felt a little regretful at this time, but he still said firmly.
"I've been surrounded. I can't do it anymore. You...you can surrender!" Eric hesitated and said to his comrades.
The five remaining warriors all stopped talking. Among the five warriors, three were from the grassland tribes, one was from the Bushman, and the other was a soldier of the former Northern Army. It is precisely because of this that the composition is not uncomplicated.
, Eric has no intention of forcing anyone.
"If I don't surrender, I will die if I fall into their hands. It's better to wait until they get closer and kill a few more." The Bushman soldier was the first to object, with a hateful expression, as if he had suffered a lot.
The Bushmen had a deep-seated hatred for Masuari and the Northern Army, and it was impossible to surrender to them.
Hearing what the Bushman soldier said, the other soldiers didn't speak, but people's eyes involuntarily fell on the former Northern Army soldier.
"What are you doing? Why are you looking at me like this?" the former Northern Army soldier looked helplessly at the crowd and asked.
"We have been together for so long, and we regard each other as brothers. If you want...we won't stop you," Eric said with force.
The former Northern Army soldier smiled awkwardly and said, "I would like to surrender, but at this time, do you think the Northern Army will take prisoners?"
What this soldier said is true. The Northern Army has always had a bad habit of killing prisoners. Now they are on the way to escape, and they have no time to worry about themselves. Who cares about the life and death of a prisoner? If you surrender at this time, you will definitely die. After listening to what this soldier said,
Everyone was silent. If you surrender, you will die. If you wait here, you will die. What should you do next?
"I have an idea. Maybe I can give it to the Northern Army. Maybe I can kill Masuari?" The former Northern Army soldier rolled his eyes and broke everyone's silence.
"Talk about it!" Everyone was immediately interested by his words.
"Look!" the former Northern Army pointed at the overturned armored carriageway not far from the trench.
The People's Army was completely repelled, and the Northern Army occupied the entire Rand Heights. At least two battalions of the Northern Army were sent out, expanding the scope to monitor the reaction of the repulsed enemy army. A large number of Northern Army began to lead the team.
, not far away from the Rand Heights by car, Masuari’s convoy was also driving towards the Rand Heights.
"Hey, brother! Come here and help!" A Northern Army suddenly emerged from the trench and shouted to the nearby Northern Army.
The Northern Army who was searching for the remnants of the enemy was startled and quickly pointed the gun in his hand at the caller. When he found that the caller was also dressed in Northern Army uniform and spoke with a standard Northern Army accent, he put down the gun.
"Which section are you from?" Several northern troops who were searching for the remnants of the enemy gathered around and asked. They did not recognize this companion who suddenly appeared.
"I'm from the 312th Battalion. That's our armored vehicle. It overturned when we were attacking on the mountain. Fortunately, you guys arrived in time, otherwise we would be dead." The Northern Military Road shouted and asked a few more people to help turn the vehicle over!
The Northern Army who came later looked at the Northern Army who shouted: "What? Is it just you? Everyone else is dead?"
"No! There are still a few guys in the trenches, and there are three injured." The Northern Army shouted, pointing to the trench he climbed out of.
After hearing this, the Northern troops gathered around and looked into the trench. There were three Northern troops lying in the trench, and two more were taking care of them.
"How many of you are left in this car? You are very lucky," a Northern Army second lieutenant said coldly.
"No, fortunately the brothers arrived in time." As he spoke, the northern soldier took out two small bags from his pocket, stuffed them into the hands of the second lieutenant, and then said flatteringly: "Sir, please help! We have to return to the team in a while.
Woolen cloth"
The second lieutenant squeezed it with his hand, and the familiar feel told him that there were at least twenty grams of heroin in it, which was already a large bribe.
"Okay" After taking advantage of the other party, the second lieutenant's old K face softened a little. He thought for a while and said to the previous Northern Army soldier: "We have a few brothers who are injured. Our car has a small space and there is no room for me to lie down."
Seeing as there are only a few of you, how about giving me a hand?"
Hearing this request, the soldier of the Northern Army was slightly stunned, but he immediately reacted and nodded hurriedly: "No problem, no problem, this is what it should be."
Under the help of the second lieutenant, dozens of northern troops worked hard together and finally turned over the armored vehicle that was on its side. In addition to the "original" vehicle occupants, five more wounded soldiers with different injuries were squeezed onto the vehicle.
The car started the engine, slowly drove onto the road, and merged into the Northern Army brigade.
Looking at the armored vehicle gradually going away, the second lieutenant who had just made a small fortune was secretly happy while holding the heroin in his pocket. But then he thought about it and felt that something was wrong. In fact, the other party refused to give him heroin, and he should help.
That armored vehicle turned over, not to mention the gift of twenty grams of heroin seemed a bit too heavy.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter how much you earn, let alone finding a car for the wounded." The second lieutenant thought for a while but didn't think there was any big problem, so he simply didn't think about it.
Except for Eric who was seriously injured and unable to move, the other four people were holding the guns in their hands tightly and nervously looked out through the gap in the rear hatch of the armored vehicle. There was too much blood in the armored vehicle. The thick bloody
They were so angry that they almost suffocated the five people in the car. The five wounded Northern Army soldiers had no time to resist at all. It was not until their throats were cut by the people around them that they realized that the comrades in front of them were fake. But it was already too late.
It wasn't until the gurgling blood filled the floor of the carriage that Eric and the others realized something was wrong, but it was too late. They only had daggers in their hands and could not pierce the prisoners' hearts with military thorns like the soldiers in the field company.
At this time, there was very little blood. They could only use everything in the car that could block the blood flow to block the door of the carriage, hoping to block the blood flow for as long as possible without being noticed by the northern military convoy following closely behind.
It stands to reason that in East Africa, armored vehicles have their hatches wide open except when they are attacking on the battlefield.