It was like a group of hyenas attacked by lions. After watching the struggle and counterattacks were ineffective, the militants gathered at the bridge began to flee in panic. In just a dozen minutes, the bridgehead, which was originally crowded with gunshots, was so quiet that only the slight metal burst sound of the car wreckage burning.

Carrying a bundle of strong climbing ropes, Harbala and Tang Guoming rushed to the position where the bridge was broken. In front of Harbala and Tang Guoming, Pan Guan and others remained on guard against any dangers that might come from the darkness.

Absolutely measuring the spacing between the two bridges' fault surfaces, Tang Guoming reached out and took off a crossbow with Harbala's big back behind him, tied the climbing rope firmly to the curved anchor hook equipped on the crossbow, and then installed the curved anchor hook on the crossbow with dark metal reflection.

He reached out and spitted a little in his mouth, raised his fingers above his head and blinked his fingers quickly and reported the wind direction and speed. As soon as Harbala finished speaking, Tang Guoming had already raised the crossbow at a thirty-five-degree angle and pulled the trigger under the crossbow.

With a slight whistling sound, the curved anchor hook held a long rope and accurately hit the metal barrier on one side of the bridge. The moment the top of the curved anchor hook contacted the metal barrier, the four metal anchor hooks that originally stretched back quickly rolled and hooked up, fixing the half-meter-long arrow shaft to the relatively strong metal guardrail.

He pulled up the rope and tied it to the metal guardrail beside him. Harbala was like he was wrestling with someone at the Nadam Conference in the Grassland. He stole an extremely strong lunge and pushed the trembling and bouncing climbing rope to his broad back, and then nodded to Tang Guoming.

Try to slow down and lighten the movements. Tang Guoming carried another long-dragged climbing rope with him, clamped the hanging clips on his ankles on the rope, and climbed up the nearly hanging climbing rope with his hands and feet like a monkey. He clamped his feet above the climbing rope, and climbed quickly towards the breaking of the bridge opposite with the power of his hands and feet. Although Tang Guoming had tried his best to lighten the movements, from the red face of Harbala who had only fixed the climbing rope, it would take a lot of effort to prevent the rope from shaking and shaking!

He climbed onto an isolated bridge with his hands and feet. As soon as he jumped off the climbing rope, Tang Guoming immediately linked the two climbing ropes, and then fixed the climbing rope that formed a circular circuit to a small pulley set that was carried with him.

Taking off the rifle on his back and searched forward, Tang Guoming carefully approached the truck loaded with hostages, knocked on the dirty metal plate wall of the truck a few times, then quickly squatted down and pointed at the muzzle to guard the surroundings. At the same time, he whispered in Chinese: "If you are Chinese, be angry!"

Listening to the obvious sound in the carriage, but without any answer, Tang Guoming once again bent his fingers on the dirty metal plate wall of the truck and repeated in a low voice: "I am a Chinese, and I want to live, so I'll be angry!"

Perhaps because of the words and pronunciations that were difficult for foreigners to pretend to be "I" and the two words and pronunciations, there was a slight commotion in the originally quiet carriage. After the commotion lasted for dozens of seconds, a voice with a clear surprise sounded timidly in the carriage: "Are you also a Chinese insult?"

Listening to the Chinese dialect with a Sichuan accent, Tang Guoming suddenly felt a big rock in his heart falling to the ground, and he quickly responded in the standard Sichuan Mianyang dialect: "Is the turtle son with a gun in the car clean?"

In the voice of the answer, the surprise turned into a surprise: "Die balls! There are six in total, all of them are dead!"

He quickly walked around the back of the carriage, and Tang Guoming replied in a deep voice in standard Mandarin, "Everyone is far away from the car door! Tell everyone in the car that if you can lie flat, you should lie to death. Don't make any moves of ups and downs!"

After receiving a series of replies, Tang Guoming pulled open the latch on the iron door behind the car, and flashed to the side of the vehicle when he opened the car door. He squatted and pointed the gun at the bottom of the car door: "Listen to my command, jumped down one by one, and then lie down on the ground, crawled and gave some space to the people behind! Move slowly!"

Following Tang Guoming's order, a young man with his upper body naked and his hands tied behind him suddenly jumped out of the car. Perhaps because he was tied up and curled up in the car for too long, the young man who had just jumped out of the car and his feet had just landed on the ground, and he rushed forward uncontrollably and fell heavily to the ground.

Looking at the young man in his twenties who fell to the ground and kept twisting his body and moaning in pain, Tang Guoming's muzzle always pointed at the carriage, and shouted coldly: "After getting up, kneel down facing the bridge guardrail. Don't do any extra moves!"

He struggled to straighten his body and forced a young man who looked like a dog eating shit turned his head and looked at Tang Guoming with difficulty: "You are here..."

Turning his wrist slightly, Tang Guoming pointed his muzzle at the young man with hopeless eyes and said coldly: "When facing the bridge guardrail, I - please kneel down!"

Obviously, it was frightened by the fact that Tang Guoming pointed at his black hole. The young man who fell so hard that he did not dare to say more. He obediently struggled to stand up and walked to the bridge guardrail, and slowly knelt down on the bridge guardrail. While the young man knelt down, Gu Weisu's somewhat cold voice came from the communicator worn by Tang Guoming: "I see that there are no armed personnel in the carriage!"

Holding a gun in one hand, Tang Guoming pressed the call button on the communicator with the other hand: "The situation of the armed personnel? Complete."

Managing the drone and monitoring the armed personnel who were fleeing all over the place, Bao Lei replied: "It is confirmed that no armed personnel appear within the attack range - the farthest one has escaped nearly ten kilometers. It's over."

With a slightly lowered muzzle, Tang Guoming looked at the young man kneeling by the bridge guardrail, rolled suddenly, and rushed from the rear of the car to the young man's back. The moment his body stopped, Tang Guoming had already pulled out the dagger from the scabbard of his legs and cut off the rope tied on the young man's hands like lightning: "Turn your hands and feet as soon as possible, and then go and help the people in the car get down one by one!"

Suddenly, the young man who had not yet opened his bloodline suddenly screamed in pain: "Oh... you cut my hand..."

Without even looking at the young man who was grinning, Tang Guoming took the bridge guardrail and put on a warning posture, and said coldly: "My craftsmanship is not that trendy yet - you are the stinging pain caused by blood blockage! Listen to my command - clench your fist... let go! clench your fist... let go!"

After repeated clenching of fists for more than a dozen times, the young man who was released from his ties was finally able to move his arms back in front of him. With his fingers that were still a little dull, the young man looked up and down at Tang Guoming, who was covered in clothes, and shouted in a low voice like a curious baby: "Are you... the legendary Chinese Dragon Group? The Fifth Unit?"

Looking at the young man who was still kneeling with laughter, Tang Guoming reached out and handed the dagger to the young man: "You guessed it! Now cooperate with our actions - to rescue all the Chinese people in the car. Remember, don't rush around! Come one by one, and get off the car and hang down! Everyone understands what I mean!"

After reaching out to take the dagger handed over by Tang Guoming, the young man couldn't wait to jump up and rushed to the carriage staggeringly: "We are saved! Dragon Group, do you know! The Chinese Dragon Group is here to save us! The Fifth Unit is here to save us!"

As the shouts started, a commotion suddenly surged in the carriage. Fortunately, the young man still remembered Tang Guoming's instructions, and asked the Chinese in the carriage to move outside the carriage, lay on the ground, and then cut the rope tied to their wrists for them.

Amid the screams and moans one after another, the eleven Chinese hostages gathered next to the bridge guardrail in accordance with Tang Guoming's instructions, and stared at each of them with eyes full of surprise and joy, resisting Tang Guoming.

Even in the battlefield where fierce battles were in a fierce battle, Tang Guoming had no tension at all. But under the gaze of these pairs of eyes, Tang Guoming felt a little uncontrollable embarrassment.

——How great would it be if I was still wearing the old PLA uniform now...

With a dry cough, Tang Guoming blinked hard, trying to get rid of the sudden feeling of his heart: "All the arrested people are here?"

Holding the dagger that Tang Guoming lent to him in both hands, the young man who jumped out of the car nodded quickly and responded: "It's all here! We are here to build aid projects in the Republic of Dawa, but we didn't expect..."

After reaching out and grabbing the dagger, Tang Guoming broke the young man's most likely chattering: "Is there anyone who is injured and unable to move?"

After licking the cracked lips, the young man replied: "No! He is just thirsty and hungry - those who caught us give us half a bucket of water every day. Even if it is evenly enough and saves drinking, they can only save their lives! The other foreigners who were caught robbed water and drink it. A few of them could not grab water and were almost thirsty!"

A pair of rescue pulley sets were taken out from the combat backpack behind him, and Tang Guoming quickly tied the safety rope on the pulley set to the Chinese who seemed to be in the worst mental state: "Look at my movements! You slide one by one to the other, and someone will answer you! Remember - be sure to obey the command, don't run around, and never make unnecessary sounds!"

The two Chinese were sent to Harbala's location with rescue pulleys. After confirming that the young man who spoke first had mastered the method of using rescue pulleys, Tang Guoming entrusted the responsibilities of the transferee to the young man, but he walked behind the open carriage with the gun.

Facing Tang Guoming's gaze, the foreigners who were also tied in the carriage squeezed into a corner of the carriage with horror...

On African land, kidnapping is no longer a new thing. After being kidnapped, because of the huge profits of selling hostages, black and black things are happening constantly. Every time the control of hostages is transferred or plundered, it means that the amount of ransom is increased in a geometric multiple. Due to helplessness, some hostages who are unable or unattended to pay the ransom will be detained for several years, or even for more than ten years.

And while being detained, hunger, thirst, abuse, beating, and even silence the dog will take the hostages anytime and anywhere!

What conditions will the person who appears in front of him put forward to him?

Or...

He couldn't help but shivered several times. A hostage who was squeezed to the outermost part of the crowd, spoke to Tang Guoming in a trembling voice and said in English: "Please... Dear sir, no matter what you need, please ensure our personal safety! Someone will pay the ransom for us..."

With a frown slightly, Tang Guoming shouted in a deep voice: "Can your ransom be paid by the same person?"

He nodded quickly, and the hostage who spoke unconsciously glanced at a large middle-aged white man in the crowd: "Yes! Constantine will pay us a ransom, in fact... before you arrive, we have reached a preliminary agreement with other gentlemen who control the safety of our lives!"

He supported his elbows to the dirty carriage board without showing any expression. Tang Guoming deliberately let his voice down a lot: "Constantine Company? I have never heard of such a company. Where should I go to get the labor remuneration paid by Constantine Company?"

It seemed that after asking for the advice of the middle-aged white man, the hostage who spoke was stuttering after looking at the middle-aged white man for several times, he stuttered: "Just need a phone call... Dear sir, let us call Constantine Company! Then, you can designate any place in the Republic of Dava and accept your... labor remuneration! We all understand the rules - don't have new banknotes, and the old banknotes you have to use, all of them are worth twenty dollars in denominations..."

After gently pressing the call button on the communicator without any trace, Tang Guoming slightly raised his voice: "It seems that Constantine is doing a big business in the Republic of Dava?"

The hostage nodded timidly, and the answering hostage responded carefully: "This... I can't explain this to you. We are just some engineers under Constantine. We are just here to complete the tasks assigned by the company..."

Looking at the hostages who were talking with interest, Tang Guoming suddenly asked, "What mission?"

Without thinking, the hostage who spoke subconsciously replied: "Build a hydropower station!"

Almost as the hostage spoke, Bao Lei's words came from the communicator: "Boss, it's found out - Constantine is a German water conservancy engineering company, whose business scope covers almost the entire Europe and most of Africa! But... why is it so coincidental? The Chinese hostages we rescued are also building hydropower stations?"
Chapter completed!