"Put down the gun, raise your hands, don't scare these guys, they are a little nervous now..." Dagas explained to the men around him, and at the same time, he explained it to Pierre in French.
"Who's there? Come out, come out with your hands raised," a Northern Army soldier shouted, the M-made assault rifle in his hand pointing at the mound where Dagas and others were hiding.
"Don't shoot, it's one of our own!" Although Dagas raised his hands in surrender for the first time, he still had to do so. However, when answering, Dagas had already expressed his northern accent to the extreme.
Hearing that the other party really spoke with a strong northern accent, the soldiers of the Northern Army felt somewhat reassured, but they did not dare to relax too much and still ordered: "No matter where you are from, first stand up with your hands high.
Stop playing tricks!"
Dagas and the others stood up slowly, very slowly, for fear that the other party would be nervous and let their guns go off. Only when they stood up did Dagas realize that in the burst of gunfire just now, one of his subordinates had actually died.
Now was not the time to express emotion. Dagas just shook his head and followed the soldiers' orders towards the Northern Army brigade. Naturally, someone behind them packed up the weapons around them and followed them.
Colonel Garregi was secretly surprised when he saw several people covered in grass walking towards him. He thought these people wearing ghillie suits were indigenous people, so he was very surprised that the indigenous people would do this.
But when the leader of the straw man actually came to him, he actually lowered his hand and saluted him: "Colonel Garegui, I didn't expect to meet you here."
Ah? This person knows me! Gareji stretched out his hand to stop the soldier scolding the straw man next to him, carefully looked at the person in front of him and asked: "Who are you?"
Dagas pulled off the disguise on his head three times and said: "Why, Colonel Garegui doesn't recognize me anymore?"
"It turns out to be Colonel Dagas!" Although Dagas had oil paint on his face, he was easily recognized by Gareji. "Why are you here? These are all your people? What secret mission are you performing?"
"As he spoke, Gareji casually asked the soldiers guarding Dagas and others to retreat.
The first few questions asked were nothing, but the last sentence Garegui meant was a bit teasing. Within the Northern Army, the reputation of the killer group is not very good. First, these guys are responsible for taking care of the families of the officers, and second, they often carry out executions.
Some shady tasks, some shady things
Seeing that Dagas and Garegui recognized each other, Pierre and others also relaxed. They took off their disguises a few times, asked others to get water, and started drinking in big gulps.
"Yes, we come from Soyo," Dagas said while filling the water.
"Oh! Can you tell me how the mission was completed?" Gareji smiled and asked Dagas. In fact, he knew clearly. Looking at Dagas' current appearance, it didn't look like he had won the battle at all.
appearance
Under normal circumstances, the mission and execution of the killer group are secret, and others cannot inquire about it casually. Now that Garrej broke the rules and asked this question, Dagas could naturally hear the irony in the other party's words.
Dagas drank a glass of water expressionlessly, and then said calmly: "You have to be careful, these natives are not easy to deal with my people, they are almost all gone, only these few are left."
Although he had estimated in advance that Dagas had suffered a big loss, when he heard the confirmation from Dagas himself, Garregi was still shocked by the news that Dagas had been almost wiped out. He knew very well the strength of the killer group and those perverts.
This guy is very good at sneak attacks and strong attacks. How come he is now...
"Okay, thank you for the water. Send us to see General Mountbatten." Dagas put down the water and said sternly to Garregi.
Originally, Gareji wanted to ask what happened just now, but seeing Dagas like this, he knew that he could only know what happened from Mountbatten. Although both of them were colonels, Dagas was a colonel.
The gold content is much higher than that of Gareji. Now seeing that Dagas is putting on airs again, although Gareji is dissatisfied in his heart, he can only accept it helplessly.
After getting back their weapons and equipment, they got into the car prepared by Gareji for them. Dagas left another message for Gareji: "One of my men was accidentally injured and died by your men. You dispose of his body."
As he spoke, Dagas and others walked away and waited for the dust from the rear of the car to settle. They only saw Colonel Garegui flashing his middle finger in the direction where the car disappeared.
After listening to Dagas' report, Mountbatten arranged for people to send them back to the north. On the other hand, he adjusted the marching method again - more infantry fighting vehicles and trucks were transferred to the road-opening troops. These vehicles or equipped with heavy weapons,
Or carrying fine infantry, surrounding Mountbatten's large army in groups. Whenever they encounter a commanding height such as a hill in front, these mobile forces will immediately rush forward to sweep and occupy these commanding heights with superior firepower and leave some behind.
The troops waited until the follow-up troops arrived before leaving.
After adopting this method of marching, even though Mountbatten used an entire regiment for escort and reconnaissance, there were fewer troublesome situations along the way. Those hateful fly-like tribal warriors could only follow him.
Troops, some small harassment and sneak attacks
Although he was delayed for some time on the road, by nightfall, most of Mountbatten had penetrated more than 70 kilometers into the grassland, and he could already start building the third relay station.
(When, when, when - the protagonist comes on stage! Applause!
Hey - don’t make noises, who did you learn this from!) Before dark, Zhou Jiping finally met Huang Pihu
Riding in a car for most of the day on the grassland was not much easier than walking. Everyone was so tired as we swayed back and forth all the way down. Others could take a rest and eat something when they were tired, but Zhou Jiping wanted to eat while listening.
Huang Pihu and others explained clearly what happened in the past few days.
"You mean those guys are all wearing ghillie suits?" Zhou Jiping asked Ah Pi after swallowing a mouthful of barbecue.
"Yes! And they all looked well-trained. Their quick movements actually allowed them to escape smoothly from the shelling. The next few shells couldn't do anything to them. It's a pity..." Ah Fu
sighed helplessly
"It's normal." Zhou Jiping comforted Ah Pi while eating: "These guys are difficult to deal with, otherwise they wouldn't have come all the way from Soyo. How many of them are there?"
"It was less than one class. I was not in a good position and I only saw a few of them. Later, when they joined the Northern Army, some tribal soldiers said there were seven or eight," Ah Fui said in detail.