King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

On Boko Haram's mortar position, six unevenly distributed 60mm mortars stood erect.

Flanking and to the rear of the mortar position were three machine-gun emplacements, and several masked armed personnel in black combat gear were scattered amongst them.

A black man with a red beret and gold teeth scornfully glanced at those hiding in the upper machine-gun emplacements, then took out a brand-new pair of binoculars for a closer look...

Down in the gravel was a group of about a dozen RPG gunners, and several hundred of Boko Haram's core forces lay in ambush in the nearby woods.

The gold-toothed black man turned his binoculars eastward, where he could just make out the dust raised by the convoy.

Thinking of how he could lead his team to capture such a wealth of armaments, thinking that if he swallowed a portion for himself, he could gain greater power within the organization and a larger share of the profits, the gold-toothed black man grinned with self-satisfaction. He turned to a few black men responsible for loading mortars and said, "Get ready.

As soon as the bomb below explodes, bomb them for me."

An older black man turned and cautioned, "Boss, it will damage the military hardware. We should wait for the convoy's people to fight back or try to escape before..."

The gold-toothed black man was startled at first, then, slightly annoyed and embarrassed, said, "When I say to bomb, you bomb..."

Before the gold-toothed black man could finish his sentence, an explosion thundered from the distant road.

"Boom~"

A ferocious blaze shot up with black smoke, blocking the convoy's path.

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Instinctively, the gold-toothed black man turned and shouted angrily at the black-clothed mercenaries, "What's going on here?"

One of the taller figures among the black-clothed mercenaries stood up. He took a pair of binoculars and observed the direction of the convoy, spotting the flash of machine guns on the side of the hill and faintly hearing gunfire.

The tall mercenary pondered for a moment, then said, "I don't know, could there be someone else daring to attack... No, that's not right..."

As he spoke, the tall mercenary looked skyward and noticed a small black dot beginning to dive towards them.

Realizing something, the tall mercenary was initially skeptical of his own conjecture, but as the silhouette of the Super Albatross gradually became clearer, he yelled out in horror, "FUCK, take cover, it's a fighter jet!"

As the tall mercenary roared, the Super Albatross, having dived to an altitude of 1000 meters, released a bomb slung under its belly.

The 250kg bomb's hefty frame suddenly sprouted a pair of rudimentary wings, swiftly adjusted its attitude in mid-air, and like a hunting eagle pounced towards the mortar emplacement on the hill.

The tall mercenary watched the bomb hurtling towards him and knew it was too late to run.

Glancing at his comrades lying on the ground praying for divine protection, he cursed under his breath with a bitter smile, then lay flat, curling up as tight as he could...

"Boom~"

The 250kg bomb landed just below the mortar position, but the minor error was irrelevant; the terrifying explosion instantly swept across a radius of 100 meters, the flames engulfing the mortar and nearby machine-gun positions in an instant.

The stone mountain, weathered over who knows how many years, collapsed instantly. The tall mercenary, still reeling from the numbing shock to his internal organs, hadn't even had time to celebrate his luck when he saw massive rocks cascading down like a flash flood...

"Shit!"

The torrent of boulders swept down hundreds of meters, burying those holding RPGs ready to charge and simultaneously severing the road below, completely foiling their calculations.

Shortly after, the Super Albatross, having completed its bombing run, joined up with another and nimbly adjusted its course. The two planes dived simultaneously, dropping four more bombs onto the terrorists' parked vehicles...

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

.........

The enormous blaze clearly visible five kilometers away in a small town made it easy for the terrorists therein to observe.

These vicious individuals came out of their houses and excitedly fired into the sky, as if they had already won a victory.

A few fully-armed white mercenaries, however, watched with somber expressions before following a middle-aged leader into one of the town's relatively decent houses.

Inside the house sat a tall Dutch man with a big nose, dressed in a suit, along with a few Boko Haram leaders.

Seeing the middle-aged mercenary burst in, the Boko Haram men instinctively raised their guns.

The middle-aged man gestured that he had no ill intent and then rushed to the Dutchman's side, saying, "Sir, there's a problem with the plan. We need to get out of here."

The Dutchman with the big nose frowned and asked, "What's the problem?"

The middle-aged mercenary, frowning, said, "The explosion just now wasn't caused by a bomb, but by a guided missile. The Nigerien Government Forces don't have such weaponry.

I don't know what's going on, but I can't get in touch with the Chainsaw Mercenary Corps, and I suspect our operation has been leaked. We need to leave immediately."

The Dutchman stood up in surprise and asked, "How is that possible?"

While speaking, more thunderous explosions echoed in the distance. The Dutchman exclaimed in shock, "What's that sound?"

The middle-aged mercenary's face turned grave as he said, "It's heavy-caliber howitzers. Mr. Neskens, the information you gave us wasn't like this. Who are our enemies, really?

France doesn't have heavy artillery like this positioned here!

You need to tell me the truth, or I'll leave you behind and retreat on my own."

Big Nose Neskens rushed outside the house, listening to the distant explosions sounding again like a death knell, he turned and grabbed the middle-aged mercenary's clothes and said, "Bring the car over, we're leaving this place..."

The middle-aged mercenary glanced at the town's only road in the distance, shook his head, and said, "NO, tell me who the enemy is? Otherwise, I can't decide which direction to break through."

Neskens was stunned for a moment, then decisively said, "It's P·B Military Contracting Company, they only have some influence in Central Africa...

Oh, no, he is also an arms dealer, it's his weapons provided to the Nigerien Government Forces."

As he spoke, Neskens pushed the middle-aged mercenary, urging, "Hurry, let's go, we'll head towards the French-controlled area, I have a way to get there..."

The middle-aged mercenary forcefully shoved Neskens aside and said to a glasses-wearing soldier seated in a pickup truck, "'Glasses,' launch the drone, check if there's anyone around the town..."

As the middle-aged mercenary was speaking, he heard a whistling from the sky, instinctively looked up, then suddenly roared, dragging a soldier from the pickup truck toward a nearby house while shouting, "Artillery, take cover..."

"Boom boom boom..."

Six terrifying explosions erupted over the center of the town, and those Boko Haram soldiers who were just celebrating on the pickup trucks fell like straw harvested by a scythe.

The middle-aged mercenary hiding in a house grabbed Neskens by the neck and said angrily, "They've got warplanes dropping bombs and large-caliber artillery; hell no, could this be an Africa contractor?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

We are surrounded by desert on three sides, and the enemy has planes; we can't escape.

Wait until my people confirm there are no ambushes around, then tell the Boko Haram madman to head east to meet their people; we'll follow and take our chances. As long as the bombs don't land on us, we might have a chance to make it into the mountains – that's where we'll have a way out.

Shit, if you have anyone you can call for help, now's the time to make the call.

If they use planes and artillery, they're damn well not mercenaries!!"

Neskens was taken aback, then said in sudden realization, "Take the hostages, the American National Geographic film crew with us, I will notify the nearby French and Americans, they can ensure we won't..."

…......

Compared to the chaos in the town, a team hidden in the northern desert was also confused.

Captain Waters of the United States Army Rangers, stationed at Niger Base, observed the distant scene through binoculars and said to the communication soldier beside him, "Contact headquarters, we need to know what's happened? Are they friendlies or foes?"

As he spoke, Waters looked at the town, which was beginning to stir into chaos, pounded the sandy ground in front of him in anger, and cursed, "Shit..."

Soon, the communications soldier said, "Boss, headquarters needs to confirm with the Niger side, what do we do now?

If the film crew gets moved, we'd be..."

While the communications soldier was speaking, six airburst shells exploded violently above the town...

As the Rangers were digesting the shock brought by the gun smoke, the sky again filled with a terrible whistling...

This time, it was a Super Albatross diving...

Seeing the Super Albatross's wings spitting flames, Captain Waters leaped up and yelled in terror, "Scatter, scatter, FUCK, scatter..."

Hidden on the other side of the town, Sanderson lay on a sand dune peering through the binoculars at the direction of the Big Beak Bird's attack.

When he saw a pair of Rangers leap out and begin to flee desperately, Sanderson was startled and immediately took out his radio calling, "'Archerfish,' cease fire, they're not terrorists..."

As Sanderson shouted, the 'Archerfish' in the sky opened fire...

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Several bullets hit the sand dune, blasting two fleeing Rangers into the air and tumbling down the dune.

Luckily, Sanderson shouted in time; 'Archerfish' diverted its course at the last moment, or else that volley would have killed at least two of them.

After seeing the others roll down the hillside motionless, Sanderson told 'Kitten' beside him, "Keep an eye on the situation inside the town; once they try to start the vehicles, call for artillery. The civilians in town are inside houses; there shouldn't be too many casualties."

While speaking, Sanderson took out his radio, saying, "Boss, a team of Rangers has appeared north of the town; what do we do?"

Joe Ga, who was leading the vehicles to outflank and prepare to wipe out all the remaining terrorists caught by the artillery fire, heard Sanderson's report, paused a moment and said, "Rangers? The ones on horses, or the kind I'm thinking of...?"

Sanderson replied helplessly, "It's U.S. Army Rangers, boss, we need clarity, otherwise we'll be in a lot of trouble.

Boss, I have some comrades here; can you give me some time?"

Joe Ga made a decisive response, "Contact them, let them mark themselves distinctly and move away, otherwise if they get hit by mistake, I'm not taking responsibility."

Sanderson nodded, then looked down to try to tune his radio to a familiar frequency...

"Check your fire, do you copy? Over!"

(Be careful of friendly fire, do you copy? Over!)

As Sanderson tentatively broadcast the message, his radio crackled with static, then a gruff voice said, "FUCK, 'Vanguard,' is that you?"

The voice yelled to his comrades, "Turn on your radio encryption systems everyone, shit, what the hell is going on?"