In the front of a convoy consisting of Hummers and pickup trucks, Clayderman, deputy director of the security department of Constantine Water Conservancy Engineering Company, sat in the passenger seat and did not stop receiving reconnaissance images sent by the air combat team for a moment.

The dynamic images and photos are clearly displayed. The unidentified yellow armed team showed no sign of trying to escape. After discovering its own air combat team, they directly deployed defenses on the spot, as if they were preparing to fight hard.

Especially when enough smoke bombs were fired in the defense zone, a wide enough smoke barrier was formed in the defense zone, which further proves that they really formulated defense tactics?

Touching his shaved chin, Clayderman said to himself in wonder: "Are these yellow people really stupid enough to think that... the enemy who actively pursued them will have weaker firepower than them?"

Listening to Clayderman's murmur, Murt, who was driving a Hummer, chuckled, "Isn't that right? The bonus doesn't have to be distributed to those idiots in Hyde. The cost of the two high-end mercenary teams saved is enough for us to hold a carnival party... Do you still remember the bar run by the Brazilian? The three dancers in it have softer waists than water snakes. Any posture you like can satisfy you! You can ask them to attend this event again!"

Unconsciously, Mutter's teasing, Clayderman cleared the communication button on the bridge: "Call the old bird, call the old bird: Confirm that the hostages are still alive? It's over."

The Messerchmitt Me109 multi-purpose fighter was modified with a full set of electronic reconnaissance equipment, mainly used as a reconnaissance aircraft. The pilot immediately sent a detection photo: "Thermal energy detection shows that there are twenty-two human bodies in the truck, and 50% of them can move freely and cannot move freely. It can be confirmed that all of them survive! It's over!"

Clayderman: "The situation of enemy armed personnel?"

Pilot: "The human heat source of the five enemies cannot be detected. They should be wearing anti-infrared combat suits! It's over!"

Clayderman: "Call bee swarm, call bee swarm: Can you observe the enemy dynamics directly? It's over."

Three helicopters took advantage of the low altitude and low speed to approach reconnaissance: "They fired a large number of smoke bombs, and the entire area was shrouded in thick smoke, and even the river was filled with smoke, so they could not be directly observed! End!"

With a little annoyedness, Clayderman lit a cigarette and smoked it in big mouthfuls: "Is there still five kilometers?"

The driver of the subordinate Mute, who was beside him, replied: "Yes, deputy supervisor. The prize of one and a half million dollars is only four kilometers away from us!"

Looking at the rearview mirror, the long earth dragon behind the rear of the car was like thick smoke covering the sun. Clayderman reached out his hand and bounced off the ashes: "Call those ants to take the lead... Anyway, their lives are not worth much, and we have already paid the money again!"

After the order was issued, Clayderman's first car slowed down rapidly. Behind Clayderman's car, more than twenty pickup trucks or caucus jeeps with different conditions were very different, and the cars were very different. The soldiers and ants carried on the car were dressed and equipped in a variety of clothes. Rather than a team of mercenaries, a refugee camp was running for life.

Several young soldiers who were as thin as match sticks held a gun in one hand and raised the bottle in the other. Even though the rugged dirt road and extremely poor car condition caused the front teeth to be bleeding from the mouth of the bottle, they still stared at their blood-covered eyes and shouted wildly. Many members with cigarettes mixed with drugs on their mouths actually raised their guns aimlessly to sweep the sky.

Seeing this jaw-dropping scene, Mute, who was driving a Hummer, asked contemptuously: "What are these guys doing?"

As if disturbed by the noisy gunshots, Clayderman blocked an ear hole with one finger and frowned in disgust: "Waste their own bullets, merge and waste the enemy's bullets."

With skillfully swinging the steering wheel, Mut looked at Xiao Shanbao, who could be observed with his naked eyes, and said, "Here, Deputy Supervisor, that mountain is able to observe and monitor the enemy's dynamics and directly command the battle situation!"

Shaking his head, Clayderman responded and said, "Do we still need to observe the battle situation in the condescending high ground? Besides... these ants have rushed up, and I am worried that there is no place to park... And I bet that you know that it is more convenient to observe the battle situation in the high ground, so the enemy knows..."

Almost the words were still in my ears, as if the other party was extremely old to confirm Clayderman's battlefield judgment. Two explosive clouds suddenly rose from the mountain buns dozens of meters high. The broken car parts and broken limbs at the top of the clouds flew to the highest point of the parabola in disorder, and then fell down with the broken pieces of gravel and soil, hitting the heads of the densely packed soldiers and mercenaries around!

Because the convoy of soldiers and ants rushed up the mountain bag in a swarm, they suddenly suffered a landmine or shelling, and they scattered like a group of headless flies. Several cars that were lucky enough to be bombed were actually knocked over by their own cars and rolled down the hillside. With each rolling, you could almost see the blood that was squeezed out of the hillside and burst out!

As if you could hear the screams of the soldier ant members who were smashed to death and smashed along the rolling vehicles on the mountain bag. Clayderman threw away his cigarette and covered his ears with his hands, and hummed almost like a moan: "I really hate the endless noise these guys have created. Can't you take care of me, a patient with neurotic tinnitus!"

Looking at the four South African military jeeps that had been parked at the foot of the mountain behind, as well as two modified small trucks, Murt said seriously: "Mr. Deputy Supervisor, we can start the attack."

Clayderman: "What's the hurry? Isn't this already doing a good job?"

Mutter: "Very good?"

Clayderman: "This group of ants is doing a good job. They are consuming the enemy's limited weapons and equipment and combat energy. Don't forget that the message Mr. Shurenberg sent back at the beginning has clearly reported the situation of these guys. Let these ants consume it, anyway, they are consumables."

Mutter: "Then the second ground team..."

Clayderman lit another cigarette: "It's already in place. All the air, ground, and mobile forces are in place, and the encirclement is successful. Now... it's just a matter of time!"

It was speculated that landmines must have been buried on the best position on the top of the mountain. Under the command of the commander, the convoy of soldiers and ants on the mountain was divided into two routes and detoured from the mountainside. Before the front cars of the two routes had completely turned around the valleys on both sides to adjust the direction of travel, the M60 machine guns set up on the jeep carriage had already erupted a series of bullets, and they shot at the riverbed area covered by a large amount of smoke.

Seeing the messy scene, Mutter shouted anxiously: "These idiots! They have told them not to shoot randomly! They will hurt our people!"

Holding down Mutter's hand to grab the communicator, Clayderman leisurely spitted blue smoke and pointed to the on-board display screen. From the infrared heat source detection image synchronously transmitted by Messerchmitt Me109, three dark red vehicles of different sizes were clearly visible.

Even if the three enemy cars were burned by the scorching sun, their huge heat source could not be covered, and they could even see how they stopped clearly. They slowly spit out the blue smoke from their mouths, and Clydeman said, "The other party is not stupid enough to hurt the hostages, so they use heavy trucks to block the hostage truck... What we need now is just to know how the other party sets up the defensive tactics, let these ants test it. This is the best fire reconnaissance!"

While talking, the two convoys of soldiers and ants had already gone around the front of the mountain bag, and the weapons that could be fired on the car were all straited wildly. The young soldiers who had been poisoned or drunk even screamed and raised their weapons in their hands to shoot. Bullets of various caliber roared around, as if they could tear apart the thick smoke from the riverbed and cut out straight spaces, but they still had no effect on the thick smoke barrier.

The enemy was obviously hiding in this smoke but did not fight back. Even the senior addict who was sensible by taking drugs had a dangerous instinct. He stopped the two convoys of soldiers and ants on the river opposite the river. After consuming a lot of ammunition, he stopped shooting. The commander of soldiers and ants and a few temporarily awake subordinates whispered behind the ears. The members of soldiers and ants on several pickup trucks immediately carried the RPG and made a preparatory position before shooting.

He turned on the walkie-phone frequency without taking the opportunity, and Clayderman said to the receiver: "I want to remind you, Mr. Commander, only if we rescue eleven of our engineers safely will we pay you the remaining 70% of the remaining balance!"

Obviously he was a little dissatisfied with Clayderman's orders, and the voice of the soldier commander sounded a little rude and anxious: "The other party did not fight back, obviously wanted to continue to hide their traces and not reveal their firepower points. Moreover, I couldn't see where the other party was at all. In this way, we would suffer a lot of unknown losses when we rushed to the side of the truck that was hostage!"

Clayderman: "Maybe you will suffer some losses, but if you don't have money, it means you don't have guns and drugs. Then... are there any soldier ants?"

Listening to the sound of heavy breathing from the walkie-talkie, and then the sound that was as rough as if it was smashed by the walkie-talkie, Mutter couldn't help but laugh: "If you are lucky, you should pay the part of the cost of this group of ants, which will add a lot of fun to our carnival?"
Chapter completed!